Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TYRANT

Death can bring a welcomed sleep when the time comes. Until then, I sit and watch Serafina Lockart sleep.

This is not part of the orders. She’s a new arrival and she’s a claimed one . My only job with her is to keep touching her. Tasting her. To keep fucking. Tie her up. Slap her ass. Slap her face . Bite at sensitive parts on her body. Nipples and clit . Tease her ass. Work her ass. Anything and everything that will leave her an empty shell of pleasure for…

Someone else.

It’s not my business to constantly picture her wedding to someone else . Or their life together. Yet, if I’m being fair to the situation at hand, it is part of my job to make sure she makes it to her wedding.

We’re all born with instincts. We all have the sense of having eyes in the back of our head . All that really is? Our instincts working hard. We know we have to breathe, right? You have to inhale and exhale. You have to blink. You have to drink water, eat food. You get the feeling and you use the bathroom. There’s no difference in that and how I feel when I look at Serafina.

This sense of her not really belonging here. This sense of someone after her… but why? As I think, I let names cross my mind.

I mentally speak Des’s name. He’s obvious in this. A fun little game of driving his future wife fucking insane with fear. Breaking her down in his way while I do it my way. A prequel of how he’ll literally ruin her life to the point where she’s nothing but a medicated mess, plotting the easiest way to end her life.

Fuck. I can’t let that happen.

Fuck off, Tyrant, it’s not your business.

I think about her ex. Her first love. Zero jealousy because the past is irrelevant to the present or future in my book. She hurt the guy. Love makes people do crazy things. Maybe this guy got wind of her coming here and lost it for good.

Of course there’s her cunt of a stepmother. That cliché evil story.

Just before sunrise I rise up from the chair I’ve sat in all night. I’m still naked. I step closer to the bed and brush some hair out of Serafina’s face. She’s sleeping peacefully. Too peacefully. She enjoys what I’m doing to her. I’ve unlocked a secret chamber of her soul.

My cock hangs just inches from her sleeping mouth. I curl my lip and grab my cock with my right hand and begin to slap it against her lips. She begins to stir a little, licking her lips, licking my cock without realizing it. I place my left hand on her cheek and hook my thumb into her mouth.

“Open up, claimed one ,” I growl in a whisper.

Serafina’s eyes flicker and then open wide when she realizes it’s me standing at the side of the bed with my cock poised to fuck her mouth.

She opens her mouth and inches toward me. I thrust forward and slide my thickening cock into her mouth. Halfway inside I pull back and then I begin to fuck her mouth. My left hand rests on her face. I pump back and forth. This is a very different angle for having your cock sucked. Her tongue touching the left side of my shaft. The right side of my cock rubbing against her teeth and roof of her mouth.

My hands slide forward and down into her hair. I pull my cock from her mouth just to hear the sound of it. We don’t need to say a word to one another. She knows her position in all of this.

Using my right hand I tug at the base of my cock, producing clear liquid at its rounded, full tip. I rub my cock against her lips, leaving my precum behind. I pull away again and she licks her lips, tasting me.

I thrust forward once again and bury my cock into her mouth, all the way to her throat. Her body jumps a little but her throat stays relaxed. She’s learning. She’s breaking.

I switch hands meaning I now use my right hand to pull at her hair while I fuck her mouth. My left hand reaches under the covers and I grab for her right tit. Her palm-full size and knotted nipple have me growling in my throat with a deep breath. I feel the rush of my cum pulsing from my balls up through my cock. I’m just a few thrusts and a few more seconds after that away from being done. I could hold back if I wanted to. This isn’t about that. This is about teaching and reminding Serafina who she is.

She’s nothing. She’s someone to fuck. A mouth to come into. An ass to play with.

I refuse to look at her when I feel myself about to come. I cannot make eye contact with her while I fill her mouth. That’s too much. Too far.

My cock pulses and I grunt as the cum pours from me into her mouth. Her mouth tightens as she collects and swallows me. Little purrs echo from her throat and ripple against my throbbing cock.

I fuck her mouth and continue to come. I don’t look down at her. There’s no fucking need. She can go back to sleep.

I’m going to take a shower and put on clothes.

We’ve been summoned to the Perg for a meeting.

Once again I find myself in a black robe, a mask, standing in line, waiting for the command to enter. We walk in a straight line and find Luc sitting on the throne in his gold mask. We make a long line, shoulder to shoulder.

From what I can tell I have Peri on my left and Vic on my right. I notice someone standing near the throne. Black robe, mask, but something extra. I’m not joking when I say this, but there’s an eyepatch on the mask.

That means Baal has returned. Back from getting his eye gouged out by Luc. I guess that’s technically my fault. But you know what? Fuck Baal. He wasn’t prepared for a job and he paid a price for it. That’s how it goes around here.

Luc rises to his feet and takes off his mask.

“Tyrant and Destroy, masks off also,” Luc demands.

I reach up and take my mask off. To Luc’s right, Des takes his mask off. Our eyes lock and I want to fucking kill him. I know in my heart he drugged Serafina. The teddy bear though… maybe.

Yet I can’t shake the feeling that it’s something else too. Meaning, what, two people want to hurt my claimed one ?

“Fantasy went well,” Luc says. “Everything completely in control. Exactly what was requested.”

“Of course,” Des says. “No need for personal issues to take away from the bigger picture. Right, Ty?”

Ty…

I curl my lip and don’t speak. In all fairness, I haven’t been asked to speak.

Luc’s eyes meet mine. He wants me to let the Des situation go. There’s no proof that he drugged Serafina. On top of that, nothing bad happened to her. In fact, you could make the case that her being drugged just proved my commitment to being her ace . Ensuring her safety. And I’m sure that’s exactly how Des would throw it out there if he were charged with drugging her.

Here in the Perg we abide by an entirely different set of laws than common society.

“Orders have been given to the rest,” Luc announces. “Leave. Now.”

Des hesitates for a second but Luc waves him off. Des places his mask back on and leaves the Perg . I realize that Peri hasn’t left either.

Fuck.

The room falls silent. It’s far too big of a room for just the three of us to be there.

“Peri,” Luc says.

Peri takes his mask off. There’s silence again. After a few seconds, members of the legion enter the Perg . I wonder which one is mine and Luc’s father. Better yet, fuck that. Fuck him.

One of the legion steps up next to Luc and he removes his mask. It’s not mine and Luc’s father. It’s someone else. Who is it?

Could be a world leader. Could be the most powerful attorney in the world. Could be the richest man in the world. The legion runs deeper than anyone can possibly realize.

“Mr. Seven,” Luc says with a nod to the man.

The legion are given numbers when they reach their advancement. The numbers are never retired either. If and when someone in the legion dies, they are replaced by someone else, using that number. Needless to say, this man in front of me is not the first Mr. Seven to exist.

“We have a problem that needs to be addressed,” Mr. Seven says as he steps toward Peri and me.

“Permission to speak,” I announce.

God, I fucking hate asking for permission for anything.

“Tyrant,” Luc growls.

“It’s fine,” Mr. Seven says. “Speak. Go on.”

“I’m assuming this is about the issues with the target . Peri and I were sent there. There was misinformation to begin with and it was me who insisted that we complete the mission. And it was me who decided to kill the—”

A hand smacks my face so hard, I stumble to my left, bump into Peri, and then end up on the ground. On my hands and knees like a dog getting shamed for pissing on a couch cushion. I’ve never felt a smack that hard to my face. My right eye doesn’t want to open for a few seconds.

“I said speak, not tell a fucking story,” Mr. Seven says.

I swallow hard.

“Stand the fuck up, Tyrant,” Luc orders.

I get back to my feet and stand back in place. The right side of my face throbs.

“You think I’m not aware of what happened?” Mr. Seven asks.

“My apologies, Sir ,” I say.

“You’re aware of the issue at hand,” Mr. Seven says. “The target has been eliminated but the extra body is the problem now. The prostitute was an informant. That part of it has been handled. The reason why I’m standing here is that there is a secondary target with this issue. Or perhaps you can call it the third target .”

Mr. Seven gives Luc a nod.

“The prostitute had a lover who caught feelings,” Luc says. “Causing issues. Too many issues. Asking questions. Wanting to go rogue. The good news is that the lover has a weakness. A family.”

Fuck… oh, fuck…

I know right then and there where this is going.

“I’ll do it,” Peri blurts out.

“No!” I growl.

“I allowed it to happen,” Peri says. “Tyrant is currently serving a punishment. I have not received mine.”

“You were attacked,” I say to Peri. “You served.”

Peri looks at me. “For the legion. For the brood . To honor the Perg .”

“Perfect,” Mr. Seven says.

“ Sir, if I may…”

It takes Mr. Seven a second to produce a gun and point it at my forehead.

“Tyrant, you’re going to tell Perilous what needs to be done,” Mr. Seven says. “I have full permission from your father to pull this fucking trigger if need be.”

To get taken out in the way Mr. Seven suggests, there needs to be some sort of agreement within the legion . All it takes is one of them to allow it to happen. Nothing like your own father sanctioning your murder.

It doesn’t shock me. And believe me, I’m not taking a bullet to the head right now. The legion needs me. At the same time, I need to respect the legion , my brood, and the Perg.

I turn my head and look at Peri.

You stupid fucker.

“Peri, the prostitute had a lover and that lover has a family. You’re going to kill the family. Make it look like an accident. It’ll drive the lover absolutely insane. It’ll kill him too. That’s just how this goes.”

“Yes,” Peri says. “That’s right. Things happen. I will handle this.”

“Well spoken,” Mr. Seven says. The gun is no longer pointed at me. “And once this is completed, this matter will be put to rest for good. Before anyone even thinks it… why not just take out the lover ? That’s not how we do things. You fuck with us and you have a family? You just murdered your own family. Isn’t that right, Tyrant?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Do you have a problem with what’s been said?” Luc asks me.

I glance at him and don’t respond. A huge sign of disrespect to Luc. He lunges for me and we are nose to nose.

“Do you have a fucking problem with what’s been said?”

“No, Sir ,” I growl.

“Get the fuck out of the Perg , Tyrant. You’re no longer needed here.”

As much as I want to explode, I don’t. I turn and exit, leaving Peri behind. He’ll receive all the necessary information. It’s fucked up to think some innocent people are going to die, but that’s life. Innocent people die every day. Guilty people die every day too. And just the same, innocent people live long lives, as do guilty ones.

We all die. There’s no escaping it. Fuck dying. Fuck death.

Plus, why the hell do I care about some guy’s family?

I have my own claimed one to worry about.