Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TYRANT

The only reason I’m invited to the investors meeting is so my father can show off Luc right in front of my face. Wearing expensive tuxedos, drinking expensive drinks, and celebrating yet another record quarter of profits. Billions of dollars flowing through the well-manicured hands of those who think they are rich into the hands of those who actually are rich. The truly rich ones are the ones with power. They control everything.

At some point, I’m not sure if the orders will come from my father directly or not, I’ll be given my next position in life. I might sit on the board of some company worth trillions, just to be there and give an opinion and keep an eye on everything around me. Maybe I’ll get picked to travel the world, thrown in some sector like tech or finance, and report back to whoever about what’s happening.

The gigantic machine of power that silently whirs behind everyone’s backs is the scariest thing ever.

What’s far from scary is my claimed one . Standing to my right, her arm hooked into mine. Wearing an all-black dress, thin straps, designed to show off her curves. Her hair is pulled back and tucked up into a little bit of a bun. Just the way I wanted it. Just the way I showed her when I grabbed her fucking hair and pulled it as hard as I could, making her head fall back. A groan escaped her mouth. My tongue thrust into her mouth for a wild kiss, making me want to skip this fucking stupid meeting and just eat Serafina’s warm cunt until she ran out of honey to offer me. But here we are instead.

To everyone who gives a second of their attention to look mine and Serafina’s way, we’re just young. Life in our eyes. The aura of wanting to fuck each other senseless burning between us. Probably figuring we’re just interns or new hires or those who wish to gain some notoriety at some point.

Yet the ironic part is that I know the names of everyone here. And I know I can kill all of them one by one. Fuck, at some point, some of these greedy fucks will end up as target s. That’s really the only thing that keeps me semi-calm.

“What do we do here?” Serafina asks.

“This,” I say. “I wear a suit. You wear a dress. We walk around. My father is going to make his speech.”

“Father…”

“Yeah. That’s why we’re here. That’s why you’re here, claimed one . This is all one big fucking game. See, my father cheated on his wife with my mother.”

“Wait, what?”

What the fuck are you doing right now, Tyrant?

“That’s right,” I whisper in Serafina’s left ear. “Luc is my brother. See him up there? Next to that man? That’s my father. Mine and Luc’s father. That’s right, claimed one . I’m nothing more than an evil, violent, rotten bastard. My father wants me here so I’m forced to watch him praise his favorite son. Fuck, to him, Luc is his only son.”

Serafina takes a few deep breaths. She’s surprised. As am I. I have no business telling her this right now. Or ever.

“Now, why the fuck am I telling you this?” I whisper. “So there’s no fucking confusion. I’m evil. I’m from hell. A bastard. Nothing more. Remember that, claimed one . So when the time comes…”

She turns her head and looks up at me. Her eyes are sexy and helpless.

Is that what this is right now? Me pushing Serafina away? Or am I convincing myself…

Serafina starts to reach up for my face. I can’t fucking allow a romantic gesture. My hand grabs her wrist and squeezes. Her eyes go wide.

“Tyrant, people are watching,” she whispers.

I grit my teeth.

As if I give a fuck right now…

But she’s right. This isn’t Sinners Academy .

I slide my hand from her wrist to her hand and interlock my fingers with hers. My other hand touches the middle of her back and I pull her toward me. There’s music playing in the background. Jazz from a hired band. Certainly not dancing music.

I’m in a bad spot right now. Serafina is too close. Not just physically either. I let go of her hand but keep my other hand on her back. I lead the way to the bar at the back of the room.

The lights gently dim and some shitty techno sounding music begins to play. Cheap strobe lights flicker and climb around the room. It’s all one big fucking joke and show to these guys, including my father and brother.

When Serafina and I get to the bar, a young, chiseled man looks right at her and smirks with a million-dollar smirk. He leans right toward her.

“What are you drinking tonight, beautiful?”

The smug attitude of this prick. Before Serafina can answer the question, I move fucking fast. I slide a glass a few inches to the right and I grab the back of this bartender’s head and slam it down against the glass, shattering it and his face.

Blood sprays all over the bar like someone popped a blood-filled balloon. The bartender’s head shoots up and back, shards of glass sticking out of his face. He topples right down to the floor.

Next to me, Serafina is in complete shock. Her cheeks red, chin quivering. I grab her by the arm and pull her away from the bar. I don’t give a fuck who sees us right now either.

I drag my claimed one through the mostly dark room as the techno music thumps and the lights shine in various directions. When I hear my father’s voice booming through a microphone, acting like some douchebag corporate guy getting the troops fired up for another mindless day of attempted work, I want to go back to the bar and rip that fucking bartender’s tongue out of his mouth and beat him to death with it.

I throw Serafina through an open door into the fancy lobby of the luxury hotel we’re currently at. She stumbles and almost falls. I rush up to her and wrap my right arm around her and pull her against me.

“No other fucking man gets to admire you the way I do,” I growl at her. “I’m the only one who tells you that you’re beautiful. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she says without hesitation.

I take a deep breath, but that does nothing to calm me down.

“You are so fucking beautiful, claimed one ,” I tell her. “My cock never gets a rest when I’m near you or I think of you.”

“I’m always wet,” she whispers. “Soaked, Tyrant . Fucking soaked.”

I throw my left arm around her body and I pick her up. I walk to the women’s restroom and kick the door open with force. It’s spotless and smells like lavender.

I take Serafina to the closest sink and put her on her feet. My hands lift her dress and I grab her panties and rip them like they’re a sheet of wet paper. I unzip my suit pants and dig for my cock, forcing it to painfully twist and bend to fit through the nearly-not-big-enough opening in the pants.

As I bend my knees, I slap my right hand against Serafina’s face and mouth.

“Spit all over my fucking hand,” I order her.

She groans and slaps her tongue against the palm of my hand. She licks a few times and then begins to spit, over and over, like some nasty fucking whore.

“Good girl,” I growl.

I lower my right hand to my cock and lather up with her saliva. Then I press the huge head of my cock against her sopping, tight cunt and I fuck. Not thrust. Not penetrate. Not slide in . I fuck.

Her body hits the counter and she lets out a scream. I grab her hair with my left hand.

“Look in the mirror, claimed one ,” I growl. “Look at me while I fuck you from behind.”

“Yes,” she groans as she stares at us in the mirror. “Fuck me harder, Tyrant .”

She’s a little fucking devil, isn’t she? I fuck her harder. She screams louder.

I hope the fucking cops bust in, thinking I’m murdering her.

When I’m done filling my claimed one with all the cum my cock can pump out, I tell her to clean herself up and join me back in the investors meeting.

By the time I enter the room there’s a new bartender. The other one I attacked I’m sure is at a hospital right now, getting shards of glass pulled right from his eyeballs. I dare the fuck to try and rat me out or figure out who I am. I walk to the bar and order a drink.

Up on stage, my father stands next to a man who is tall, wears thin glasses, and is going on and on about metrics and margins. Behind him on a screen there are animations of gold coins and happy people. This is like a fucking porno for these rich people. I’m surprised they all aren’t stroking each other’s cocks, thinking about money.

I finish my drink and realize a few minutes have gone by. I leave my glass at the bar and walk to go find Serafina. As far as I’m concerned, I did my part by showing up to this joke of a meeting. All I want to do is toss Serafina over my shoulder and find an empty hotel room above us and fuck her all night long.

I turn the corner to go toward the hallway where the restrooms are. The women’s restroom door opens and Serafina steps out and looks at me. It takes me a second to realize there’s blood pouring down the left side of her head and face. She’s missing one of her heels too, leaving her wobbly.

“Who…”

I don’t even get a chance to ask before Serafina collapses. I manage to catch her by the shoulders, which keeps her head from smacking the hard floor. I cradle her in my arms, blood and all, and I do the only logical thing.

I scream for help.