A hand reaches for my face.
I can feel the roughness, the calloused fingertips but its touch is feather-light. Caressing my cheek, making me feel warm and protected.
As I start to relish the sheltered feeling, a finger starts to trail down my cheek to my jaw and continuing its journey down my neck.
I feel something again… it’s an alien feeling like my skin has come alive and is dancing to the touch leaving goosebumps in the finger’s path. I have never felt like this before.
The sensation forces me to open my eyes and confront the source, and that is when I am come face to face with those daunting grey orbs, blazing with anger and irritation.
“Run Stray Run!!” as I hear those threatening words, my body bolts into action, and I start running.
I am in a jungle and I running as fast as I can, towards what I don’t know but one thing is sure and that is I am running away from those grey eyes.
I can hear noises in the background loud growling, swords slashing, people shrieking. I am trying to run away from those noises, leave them behind. But farther I go the louder the noises seem to get, I run in one direction and then another, but the noises keep getting louder and louder.
I can now see the clearing at the Luciano estate, I run faster. Maybe I can go back to my family.
As I reach the clearing everything goes quiet, the voices have gone but so have the people. All I can see are lifeless bodies that lay on the ground like withered leaves. It’s a bloody slaughter!
I see a person standing at the other end of the clearing, facing his back towards me. I start running towards the person, as I get closer, I can see the person. My father is standing there alone, surrounded by friends & families lying lifeless around. His expression is unreadable.
As I reach him, he falls on his knees. And that is when I see Lucifer walking towards him, my father is begging Lucifer to spare his life, but Lucifer continues to stride towards him.
My father takes out his gun, and puts the barrel inside his mouth, and shoots himself.
I try to open my eyes, but the room is too bright, I am finding it difficult to focus my eyes.
I know I was dreaming, no it was a nightmare.
“I think she is conscious, just give her a minute”
I am lying on a soft bed in a room, two men are hovering over me. When my eyes meet theirs, they move away giving way to the figure looming in the background. Set Agosti in person.
And then it all came back to me, it wasn’t a nightmare it was all real. I had now myself first-hand experienced the terror that was called Lucifer Agosti, and none of the stories that I had heard through the years did justice to him.
He was not just a tyrant, but a legend in his own right. Not only he had killed his father to ascend to the Cosa Nostra throne but was rumored to have single-handedly killed over a thousand people during the previous mafia wars.
But that is not where the rumors stopped, it was believed that none of the women who spent the night with him survived. Either they did not make it, or he would kill them after the sexual encounter.
The thought made me shiver.
“We won't harm you, little girl, I promise.” Set offered after seeing my frightened expression.
Right, that’s what everyone says.
“If we had to do something to you, we would have done it” he continued, seeing my hesitation. “I do not need to offer my word. Do you think you could have stopped us if we wanted to do something?”
That’s true, no one could have stopped them from hurting me. I believe him but I still don’t let my guard down, eyeing him cautiously. Not that it would help me anyway, if they decide otherwise.
“Let’s start with your name little girl” Set demanded
“Omerta” I replied meekly
“Really? Come one tell me your real name. What do they call you?” he is irritated.
“Omerta is my name,” I say again
He looks at me strangely “Like the oath of Omerta” I look at him and nod. He seems deep in thought for a minute but then shakes it off.
“Never mind” How old are you?”
“Hmmm… what did they tell you? Do you know why you are here?”
Tears start trickling down my cheeks, no I didn’t know anything, they didn’t tell me anything.
I just quietly shake my head.
“Your bags were packed and kept in the car trunk. Where did you think you were going?” He continues to interrogate, looking at the corner of the room where my trunk and school bag are lying.
“I I assumed the, to live with my nana,” I say, barely a whisper, controlling my sobs, no one needs to know the family drama.
“Ok.” He says casually, his face is expressionless, he is not easy to read. I know from earlier incidents that he barely gives anything away, in fact, his smile doesn’t mean things are ok. Lucky he is not smiling right now.
“You are expected to just behave, and you will be fine. Don’t do anything stupid, and no one will hurt you. You will be fine.” He warns me.
I don’t think I will be fine, but what option do I have but to follow & oblige. I just nod, not knowing what will happen, and hoping he will keep good on his promise.
“Great! Now that is cleared, freshen up and come out. You need to buckle up, we will be landing soon.”
“Landing?” I blurt out, and that is when I scan the room, I am in. It is a moderate size room, with minimalistic furniture and two cabin windows that give the view of the entire sky.
Not that I thought about it, but I would have never imagined my first flight to be like this.
“We will be landing in Sicily in the next 30min.”
“Sicily?” We had already left New York, left the US, I was more afraid about where I was being taken “But I don’t have a passport.” That is all I blurted out, though I wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing or a good thing that I will be held by an immigration officer in Italy & deported back to the US.
“You don’t need one,” he says walking out of the room “Out in five little one!”
After a couple of minutes, I unwillingly step out, still holding back my tears. I don’t want to anger anyone, I intend to behave so that he can keep his promise. I hope so.
I have never been on a plane, but surely this is not a standard plane layout.
There are a couple of private cabins, on the right side of the plane with a corridor on the seats on the left side.
The front of the corridor leads to what looks like an open space with the regular plane seats, while on the other end there is a large cabin with glass doors covered with blinds, next to is another door that is labeled as the powder room.
As I start walking towards the powder room, I hear some weird noises, like slurping or relishing a lollipop, but I ignore them. Just then I hear a loud groan.
By the time I am closer to the powder room, I can also hear a series of rhythmic grunts.
They are coming from the large room at the end, the sounds are accompanied by erratic breathing as if someone is doing vigorous physical exertion.
With each step, the animalistic grunts get faster and noisier, and the breathing more labored, too loud to ignore.
I am right in front of the powder room door, and next to the double doors of the large room. That is when I hear a gagging sound, almost a gag reflex. It’s not as loud as the grunts but it is there, unmistakable. It’s like someone’s choking, are they hurting someone
I am standing right in front of the glass door now, and that is when someone opens the shutters partially, just enough for me to see the stormy grey eyes looking at me from the other side.
I want to run & hide, but the grey globes hold my gaze, making me immobile. I don’t know whether I am there for seconds or minutes. I am terrified but his gaze also makes me feel dizzy.
A soft grunt breaks the spell his eyes have me under, and I take that chance to escape.
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 bark 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
He was right!! I did not need a passport. None of them did!! We simply got off the plane, and into a big black SUV, zipping out of the airport without any interruption or checks. Not that I have ever stepped out of New York, forget about traveling across international borders. But even I know that you do need a passport to travel across countries. International borders are a part of the school curriculum, isn’t it? What kind of money & influence would make it possible to travel without passports? Is this how the rich & powerful live. There were about seven-eight SUVs for a dozen people, who had exited the plane with us. Well if you can those ‘giants’ people. Now if I come to think about it all these guys look somewhat like the members of the Luciano family. They all have the same very non-Italian physical similarities, that are hard to miss. They are all tall, super muscular making them more intim
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
Set’s POV Strangely, Lucifer moved this meeting to Avo’s office instead of his own office. We barely use Avo’s office. All thanks to that unreliable lift, Avo barely uses his office. Not that any of us needs a lift, even Avo at his age, but we need to keep up the pretenses for visitors. “Buon Giorno Avo! Hey Luc…” As I look around his office, it’s only Avo there, sitting on the sofa next to his desk. A smile starts playing on my lips, this is certainly a first. “He’s late!” Avo says smiling, with an extra emphasis on the word late. “Really! is that so,” I say, unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice, I take a seat opposite him. Lucifer doesn’t do late, ever, and everyone knows that. Lucifer always has everything planned, always. Even during his anger spells, he thinks through it all, the repercussions of his irrational actions and
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,
Lucifer’s POV I hate people who waste time. And that is exactly what I have been doing in Milan for the LAST TWO weeks. Wasting my FUCKING time!! It was necessary to send a strong message so that no one dares to cross a line. NO girls, and NO drugs! Cosa Nostra has always detested all dealings concerning girls and drugs, except for those couple of years when that scumbag of our father was running the mafioso. But they all need to know that things are different now, that the liberties my father had taken don’t hold anymore. They all need to understand that our ideologies can never be compromised, my rule is the law, and the result of disobedience is my wrath. And my beast howls in agreement. &
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Oh god! Giovanni is hurt, there is so much blood. How the hell did this happen? “Omerta Run!! Now” Giovanni shouts and that is when the man first realizes that there is someone else there and almost turns back to look at me. Despite bleeding heavily, Giovani uses this distraction to his advantage by climbing on the man’s back. He has both his legs wrapped around the man’s neck and is trying to strangle the invader with his legs. But the man is fast, he pushes himself back to get rid of Giovanni, falling on the ground on his back. Resulting in all his weight & impact of the fall getting anchored on Giovanni, who takes another hit on his already bleeding back & ribs. Luckily, Giovanni is fast as well, and despite the fall he quickly rolls over changing their positions, now he is sitting on top of the man’s chest. The new position gives him more control of the fight, and without wasting any time he lands some very impactful skull shattering punches on th