Black Devils Cigarettes Novels & Stories

Gray asked. "Deva's men are too busy counting ashes to call them”. Damon replied while trying to light a cigarette. He sat on the edge of the metal table, spinning the gold lighter between his fingers. He grinned, sharp and cold. “Took us twenty minutes. Twenty. Pour the gas, light the match, walk out. Fifty million in product gone up like a birthday cake.” I didn’t smile. “Fifty million? Deva doesn’t care about money. He cares about respect. And we just pissed all over his business”

I face him and smile. “Fuck you, fuck your whole family. Maybe if you were a real family I would have given you what you wanted. Truth is, you’re all nothing but scum, using children and torturing your own family for your own greed.” I spit at him. “The day the Devil’s took me I got a new family, a real family and there is nothing that you, or those two can do to make me speak. So fucking do your worst.” I refuse to go down crying or begging.

He just looks me up and down, slow and twice, then… smiles. A single tilt of his head and he steps aside. I strut in like I own the damn place. The casino floor slaps me in the face with sound, machines clinking, dice rolling, and laughter breaking into shouts. Smoke curls through the air, sharp and suffocating. Women in sequins lean into men with fat wallets, the kind of scene that feels both glamorous and grotesque. I weave through the chaos, eyes scanning, until I spot it. Four men in black suits, black shirts, black glasses. Standing like vultures in front of a door too obvious to be anything but Everest King’s.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

I turned my head slowly. Cassian Virelli was younger than I expected. That was the first thing that registered. He looked perhaps thirty, perhaps thirty-two, with dark hair and a jaw that was slightly sharp and a face that would have been genuinely handsome if the expression on it hadn't been quite so closed. He was dressed well, very well, in a way that looked slightly rushed, like he had done it all in under ten minutes and still managed to look like the most put-together person in the room.

And then, just like that, he left. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed felt deafening. I stood there for a long moment before I turned slowly to the bottle of whiskey on the table in front of me. I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. My eyes blurred as the burn of the drink went down my throat and settled in my belly. My phone pinged then. I grabbed it seeing I had a message from an unknown number. It was a video attachment…no doubt a scam.

Information kept them alive. It was their bread and butter and put them in a position of higher power despite being on the bottom of the ladder when it came to bank balance. "I won't lie to you, I was surprised as hell when I heard you've gotten involved in the flesh trade." He shook his head. "You've always been vocal about not wanting to get involved in that." "Where did you hear this?" I asked him. "The word is on the street, Santiago. They say the Black Smoke syndicate has one of the biggest, most discreet trafficking rings in the United States." Russell informed me.