Promised to the Tyrant

Present … Two girls walk out of the back door of the club clad in a two-piece, well if you can call a couple of strings on their bodies being dressed. They are about the same age as me. Soon, a man follows them out. He looks familiar. Wait, I know him. I think he is from our neighbourhood. Oh yes, his daughter is in my class. Will he help me, after all, I am as old as his daughter? I am still wondering about that, when he leans closer to one of the girls, and then gives her bare ass a tight squeeze. I gulped, looking at the awkward scene in front of me and abandoned any thoughts of asking him for help. If there were any doubts in my mind about what type of club this was, they have cleared. I am not even sure why I am here. I should not be here, at this hour or any hour. Earlier that day… “Omertà! Omertà!” Who was that? That sure sounds like my father. But that can’t be, can it? I might as well have imagined it. It’s already 8pm, and I have been up and running since 4am, bu

“What is this child doing here?” I hear a husky and powerful voice snarl at someone. The voice alone is so commanding that I am forced to look up, to answer the demand that the voice has put forward. As I looked up, I came face to face with a pair of beautiful but cold grey eyes, bottomless grey orbs that could pierce through anything. I have no idea who he is, all I know is that I am terrified. The source of my dread right in front of me, with his perfectly pointed nose, thin lips, chiseled jaw, could have been an angel. But his eyes rage a war of their own, and despite those angelic features, he looks like the devil himself. The week-old stubble and boisterous jet-black hair sealed the despot look. His imposing and frightening aura is like never-ending darkness, a black hole that will swallow you through. He just screams danger!! Instilling a strong sense of fear in everyone around, including me. Unable to hold his piercing gaze any longer, I quickly looked down, releasing mysel

Lucifer’s POV I can see the child losing her balance, but I catch her before she hits the ground. As I hold her in my arms, I can feel her soft curves against my body, the slight swell of those breasts against my chest, and as if on cue her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress, reacting to the contact between our bare skin. ‘She is not a child!!’ my beast & cock moan in agreement, but I ignore it. “Great!! Now, what is wrong with her?” I barked, irritated with my beast. “Well let’s see!” Set starts counting on his fingers, maintaining his usual nonchalant style hooded with sarcasm. “Exhaustion, dehydration from crying too much, she has blood pooled around her feet, a man just killed himself, and the fact she was given away as a tribute today. I think the fainting spell is highly deserved brother, don’t you agree.” He is being oversensitive here, which is so not him? “Fine, she had a bad day! Why did you have to take her with you? You could have returned her to her

Augustus Agosti was standing in all his six-foot three-inch glory in front of me. I know he is an Agosti and that should be enough of an introduction, but I have no idea who is he. There are mentions of the Lucifer and the Agosti brothers, but this man standing in front of me must be in his late forties or at best early fifties. So, not their brother!! And I know Lucifer had killed their father, so who is he? I mean you can see the similarity in their features somewhat. But he feels more human in many ways. He has kind eyes that wrinkle at the corner, and a broad warm smile that makes me want to smile back. He looks regal but still warm, to the usual cold & raw vibe I have seen with the two Agosti brothers.   Following others, I too bow my head to pay my respects to him. “Oh no sweet girl, you don’t have to do that.” He says, shocking me & everyone around me.  “I am just so glad to have you here! Come

I am awakened to loud grunts, people yelling & screaming. For a second, I panic, but then I remember where I am.   I am residing with the Agosti family now, in Enna, far away from New York & my old life. I have been here for the last two weeks now.   The noises continue to get louder, honestly, these screeching noises used to bother me in the beginning, freaking me out. But not anymore, I know everyone is just working out, or as they say here training. They are just a loud and rowdy bunch on the training ground. They train a lot, like at least four to five hours a day a type, and they train hard, really hard. It’s not your regular workout session, they do extraneous physical, they spar, and it gets bloody. And almost everyone trains, everyone. I guess it makes sense since they are the biggest mafia in the world.   And I am living with them. Which strangely is not bad, not bad at all. It is different, yes,