Black Devils Cigarettes Novels & Stories

"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke.

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.

"What is it really that you two want?" Devon cleared his throat and said " I wanted to talk to you about partnering with your company the Johnson -" he stopped and corrected himself, "the Klutz Winery and Brewery" to supply your best wines and beers to our casinos across LA. You know Brandon was a good man but he never was able to penetrate casinos, he was fine with restaurants and supermarkets, but I thought with you as the new owner, we can work on a premium brand especially for high-end casinos, like ours." he confidently said, the nervousness no longer apparent in his little spiel.

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.

Not yet anyway, piece of cake. "We get a brand off those butts, Dev?" Devon studied one of the butts he'd picked up with tweezers and studied it under the penlight. "Shit, this is no kid, bro. These are Dunhill Blue. Imports and a little too expensive for your average high school punk." Well shit. I was hoping against hope that there was nothing here. Even with everything I've seen in life, I was really hoping not to have to deal with fuckery for at least the next little while, and especially not in my own backyard. But there could be no valid reason for anyone to be in this particular spot unless they were up to no good.

I looked at Devi again. She was still smiling. A wicked, satisfied smile. "Seeing you in pain makes me happy," she said, her eyes filled with something frightening. "I love it." She returned to her chair and sat down slowly. Then she reached into the drawer beside her and pulled out a cigar. She placed it between her lips and lit it. The small flame illuminated her face for a moment before disappearing. Smoke slowly curled around her. "What do you want?" Ethan demanded. Devi raised an eyebrow. "What?"

“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.”

“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