Steffano Brothers' Obsession

Only love can make you grin like a fool. 

Lily was gazing at her reflection in the mirror, grinning from ear to ear. The dreams of her bright future glowed in her eyes as she fondly caressed her bulging belly. Today she was going to get married to the love of her life and next month she was going to give birth to their first child. It all felt like a dream come true. 

“Are you ready, Lily?” her mom sauntered in with a wide smile on her face followed by her father. Lily nodded. 

“My child, I am so proud of you,” her father embraced her in a fatherly hug and kissed her forehead. Her mother wiped the lone tear and joined in the family hug. Lily silently thanked her lucky stars for favoring her with their kindness. 

“You can’t be doing this without me,” Glen, her brother who had just entered the room faked being hurt before joining the hug.

She was standing outside the door. The door behind which the love of her life was awaiting her. She was a little nervous for the new beginning but she wanted it more than anything. 

“Ready?” her father whispered. Lily took a deep breath before giving a nod with a wide smile.

The door opened. 

There he was standing. Heath Mcguire, the love of her life waiting for her at the altar.His caramel chocolate eyes only for her. Her eyes moistened and warmth spread through her being at his sight. They were childhood sweethearts. Back then she hadn’t thought they would come this far but they did and were still crazily in love with each other. Heath was also staring at her with a dazed expression. His eyes were also wet and full of love just like hers. 

Lily walked down the alley with her father and stood in front of him at the altar. 

“Am I dreaming, Lily?” Heath whispered with a hint of excitement in his voice as he held her hands in his. It sure felt like a dream. 

“No, this is for real,” Lily replied, grinning. The priest cleared his throat and before starting the ceremony. 

“Do you, Heath Muller takes Lily Weber as your wedded wife?” 

“I do,” Heath replied without missing a beat and squeezed her hands. Lily couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness. 

“Do you, Lily Weber takes Heath Muller as your wedded husband?” The priest asked. Her eyes sparkled. 

“I….” a booming bullet shot interrupted her. Panic gripped the room instantly and guests began to run here and there, screaming and crying. The exit was blocked by a bunch of goons. Their humongous frame was as fear-striking as the loaded gun in their hands.The old priest, gripped by fear, clutched his chest before falling to his death. Lily, stunned, looked around the chaos in confusion. She was shaking. Heath grabbed her hand and pulled her behind his back. 

The goons marched forward shooting down anyone coming their way. Very soon the red rose petals scattered on the alley were bedecked by big red blotches of blood. The view was breath-taking. A piece of art.  

The guests backed into the wall as the group of murderer stalked further. 

Heath’s alert eyes swept over the men, trying to figure out their intention. 

“Who…who are you?” Heath asked, keeping Lily behind him. He didn’t want their attention on Lily. 

The group parted in time to reveal an extremely handsome man in a black suit. He wasn’t as beastly built as the others but surprisingly, his aura dominated everyone else’s in the room. Dark and lethal. The man aced the definition of tall, dark, and handsome with his dark hair and striking features. From his sculpted brows to chiseled jaw. His eyes were veiled by the dark shades but one could tell they must be stunning for nothing less than perfect could go on this handsome face. His aristocratic nose complemented his defined cheekbones which were carved down to a basalt jaw. The only soft feature he possessed was his bow-shaped lips. The lower lip was slightly fuller than the upper. Kissable was the only way to describe them. It seemed that God had sculpted him with his own hands or maybe the devil himself.   

The man was all strength and power with his spartan shoulder and broad chest. His branded white shirt strained across his expansive chest, allowing a peak of his hard masculinity. One could only imagine what was hiding beneath that white shirt.

No wonder, everyone was spellbound by him until the bride’s father trotted forward. His expression was horror-struck for he knew the monster hiding behind that handsome face. His expression was one of disbelief. His death had finally caught up to him. 

The attractive man’s luscious lips tugged up into a devious smirk. He took off his shades unveiling his eyes, framed by long and thick lashes.     

His piercing silver eyes were intrusive. They appeared to have the power of seeing through one’s soul and owning them as his slave.They were stunning but not harmless. They resembled silver fire, cold but destructive.

This man was effortlessly attractive. The women secretly simped for this mysterious man wrapped in a dark dangerous aura. And that sexy smirk was a welcoming addition. 

“Have mercy, don…Today is ma.my daughter’s wedding,” the man accepting his fate slumped at his feet and put his head on his shoe for mercy. He knew what this man was capable of. The man’s gaze swept across the hall and rested on the bride and groom.The groom was shielding his bride from him. The gangster was amused.   

“I’ll give you the tape but please let my family go,” the older man pleaded.  

The gangster sat on the chair which one of his men had brought for him just now. He leaned back in the chair like the King. The hall was almost empty now. The guests had fled leaving only the family members in the room.  

The gangster cocked his head fixing Harvey with an icy gaze.  

“You put your family in danger the moment you decided to tape the video,” his deep voice resonated in the room. His voice was calm and measured but carried an undertone of danger. Harvey hung his head in despair. He hastily dug into his trouser’s pocket and fished out the tape. He offered it to him with trembling hands. The gangster smirked but didn’t bother to take it from him. 

“You can keep it,” the gangster said in an even tone. Harvey’s eyes turned wide in horror and he began shaking his head. 

“No…no…I am sorry….Let us go..please..I’ll do whatever you ask me but let my family go,” Harvey joined his hands and pleaded.

“Anything?” gangster tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair. His metallic ring clanking, amusement dancing in his cold steely eyes. Harvey nodded vigorously. 

“Will you suck my men’s cock then?” gangster asked with a sardonic grin. Harvey paled. The goons shared a good laugh at it whereas his family gasped in horror. 

“ Ki..King, please…Forgive me,” Harvey pleaded. 

“Or you can let your daughter do the honor for you?” gangster briefly glanced at his heavily pregnant daughter before fixing his gaze on Heath to see his expression. He said it to provoke him. The groom was trembling in rage.The gangster smirked at him, enjoying his helplessness. Some may call him sadist but he gets a thrill out of people's helplessness. The way they would beg for their life and their loved ones.It makes the killing more fun. If he wanted he could bring Harvey’s bitch on her knees and have each of his men fuck her mouth. Her groom wouldn’t be able to do no shit about it. But..but…but…his men deserved better than a bloated bitch.   

Harvey was a famous journalist who was known for doing sting operations on big names. This time he chose Nikaulas king, to his misfortune. The man was on the run since Nikaulas’ man started harassing him but Nikaulas finally found him. The reporter wept powerlessly at his misfortune.  

“No..please..let us go..i wi..”

“Suck my men cock for your family,” gangster repeated dangerously. In that moment, Harvey deeply regretted calling Nikaulas King an “overrated cocksucker he was going to expose” in a news programme. 

“You are free to kill him if he fails to please you,” Nikaulas added with a diabolical smirk. 

Harvey, with his head hanging low, crawled on his knees towards his goons. The first man was quick to unzip his pants and pull out his hard on. 

His family sobbed as Harvey begrudgingly opened his mouth and the man pushed his hairy cock into his mouth. 

Harvey’s wife fainted right then. Lily averted her gaze and hid her face in Heath’s chest, sobbing. Heath’s eyes were filled with disgust as he glared at the German Mafia King who was casually scrolling down his phone as if nothing atrocious was happening in front of him. 

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“What a disappointing piece of shit,” his man cursed after some minutes while zipping up his now soft flesh. Before Harvey could even plead for his life, he was shot dead. A loud thud followed the sharp hiss of the bullet. Harvey’s lifeless body was lying on the floor and the disastrous tape was now painted in blood.  

“Dad..No,” Glen and Lily screamed at the same time. Nikaulas smirked at his kid’s reaction before getting to his feet. Ignoring their cries, he adjusted his jacket and casted a glance at his rolex. He had a meeting to attend in half an hour.   

“Burn the whole place down and release the video,” Nikaulas commanded his right hand man, Stefan.The world ought to know who is the real cocksucker.  

“No one should survive,” He added while glancing at Lily’s bulging stomach.Stefan followed his boss’ line of sight and hesitance crossed his features when he realised what he meant.  

Stefan nodded reluctantly knowing better than to defy him.   

Nikaulas simply turned and left. The agony filled screams of Webers and Mcguires tore through the church before it was set on fire.   

Nikaulas didn’t like involving himself in trivial issues like this but this son of a bitch had incurred his wrath by dragging Leah into it. No one harms Leah. 

Nikaulas was a total beast when it came to protecting the love of his life.     

………….

His employees bowed their heads to him while mumbling the greeting as he walked by. As always their boss didn’t acknowledge them. His strong posture and dominating aura always attracted eyes. No matter how divine he looked, everybody knew what a bastard he was. Nikaulas king was not the one to indulge in useless conversations with his employees. 

His secretary was already in the room when he entered. 

“Good Morning, sir,” she gave him a small greeting as Nikaulas strode towards his desk in wide easy strides, ignoring her as usual. He sat in his chair and leaned back. Closing his eyes, he motioned for her to recite his schedule.        

“You have a meeting with the board of directors in half an hour.….” his secretary recited to him his schedule while keeping her eyes on the tablet.  

His table was neat and well organized. A laptop was set in front of him and there was a photo frame on the right side of the laptop. It had a picture of him and a woman. The woman was very pretty with her black hair and brown eyes. 

“And…..Dr. Becker had called….she said Mrs. King’s ovulation will start tomorrow,” The secretary finished meekly knowing very well how much the mention of Mrs. King displeases him.       

Nikaulas’ eyes peeled open and his jaw clenched when he heard the last line.