Chapter 5

Chapter Five

TYRANT

We drink the most expensive vodka in the world. It’s crystal clear and is extremely smooth, and fuck does it work. It’s just Peri and I waiting to talk to Luc. We have to give him our report, something that could be done later.

Demo and Vic walk into the room and Demo grabs a bottle of whiskey and takes a drink. Vic grins ear to ear.

“What did you do to the new arrival?” Peri asks.

“Jerked off into a pair of her panties,” Vic says. “Put them on top of her bag. Now I can’t stop picturing her picking up her panties and licking them clean.”

“Luc is in a bad mood,” Demo says. “There’s something going down right now. We need to mask up.”

I feel my lip curl. We all prepare ourselves and wait for the command to enter the Perg . Before we can even do that, the curtain opens and in walks Luc. No gold mask. No black robe. He’s in jeans and a T-shirt. His massive arms flex, veins pumping with anger.

He comes right for me, grabs me by my throat and pushes me up against a wall, then he lifts me. I feel like my neck is about to snap. Luc releases his grip with his left hand and smacks my mask off my face. It hits the floor with a resounding thud.

“Someone get me a knife so I can cut this fucker’s tongue out,” Luc orders.

“Already have your favorite one, Luc,” a voice says.

In walks a large figure. Wearing a mask yet I can see the asshole’s smile hidden under there.

Des. Short for Destroy.

Des hands Luc the knife.

“Now put him on his knees,” Luc says to Des.

Without hesitation Des kicks at my knees.

I throw my right shoulder up into Des’s face, knocking his mask off.

It’s disrespect for the legion yet I can’t fucking stand either one of them right now.

Luc hits the left side of my body. So hard I can’t breathe and I can almost feel blood pooling that I’ll end up pissing out in the morning.

“For the sake of the fucking legion ,” Luc growls at me. “For Perg .”

I bend my knees when I want. I drop down to the ground by my own doing. I look up at Des and can tell he’s loving this moment.

“Hold his mouth open,” Luc says.

“No need,” I say. “Here. You want my fucking tongue. Take it.”

I open my mouth wide and I stick out my tongue. Demo, Peri, and Vic can only stand and watch. Des looks ready to come in his pants with happiness. And my brother stands with a knife in his hand.

I’m calling his bluff. And he knows it. He knows other guys lesser than me would act just the same. Lesser than me. I keep myself steady. I am literally ready for him to cut my tongue out of my mouth. It’s his throne. It’s his rule.

“It was a solo target,” Luc says.

Just like that I know I’m not going to lose my tongue.

“That’s correct, Sir ,” I say. “Things became compromised after we made entry into the office. The target had a prostitute performing oral sex on him. I had to make a judgement call.”

“I was with him, Sir,” Peri says.

“No,” I say. “Peri had nothing to do with my decision.”

“Explain exactly what happened,” Luc says.

“I stomped on the back of the prostitutes head,” I say. “That hurt the target and the prostitute. I believe her nose was broken, possibly more. Peri and I took care of the target. As we were about to leave, I felt it best to eliminate all possible problems. She’s a prostitute. Worthless. Useless.”

“Seems like Baal should have known the target’s schedule for getting his dick sucked,” Peri says.

Luc turns and steps at Peri, placing the tip of the knife to Peri’s neck. The knife is so perfectly sharp, a droplet of blood forms at Peri’s neck and gently climbs down toward his shirt.

“Was this avoidable?” Luc asks Peri.

“No, Sir. It was not. We were already in the office. We had come too far to stop. If we had determined the female was someone of importance that would have been a different scenario. Both myself and Ty acted in good faith with honor and respect to our brood , the legion, with the desires of Perg always in mind. Sir. ”

Luc turns away from Peri and hands the knife to Des.

“Do I have permission to cut his tongue out?” Des asks.

“No,” Luc says. “Go the fuck away, Des. Everyone go away. I need to handle this alone with Ty.”

I remain on my knees as everyone starts to work their way out. Before they can all leave, Luc throws a right fist at my face, hitting my jaw and cheek.

I spit blood halfway across the room and see stars.

But I don’t fucking fall down… I will never fall that easily.

Luc flexes his hand. “Stand the fuck up, Tyrant.”

I climb to my feet. I feel my heartbeat in my face where Luc punched me. It’s okay. I deserved it. I deserve more. Plenty more. But what was I supposed to do in that situation?

“I was right to attempt to call it off,” Luc says. “I let you talk me out of it. So this one is on me. We should have had another sweep of the building.”

“Permission to speak, Sir ?” I ask.

“Yes, Tyrant. Speak. Fuck. Just speak. Casual.”

I turn my head and look at Luc. “Everything Peri said is true. When we entered the office we could tell something was different. Maybe we should have left right then and there. When I realized it was some cheap fucking street whore, it seemed logical to just finish the job. Did I have to kill the whore? Not sure, Luc. I made a decision. I had already stomped on her head. Her nose shattered. Face broken. Concussed. Really nasty stuff. I did everyone a favor. And to be fair it was led by shitty intel from Baal.”

“Who paid his price,” Luc says. “But, again, this is on me. I allowed this to happen. Doesn’t mean you won’t go without punishment.”

Luc ponders the punishment notion and then suddenly starts to grin.

“The new arrival,” he says.

“No,” I say. “Fuck no.”

“Yes, Tyrant. Yes. You’re going to break in the new arrival. Welcome her to SA . You’re going to be her ace .”

Fuck.

Fuck!

My nostrils flare. I swallow hard. Luc knows… he knows this isn’t a good idea…

“Cut my tongue out instead,” I say to him.

He laughs. “No fucking chance. The new arrival is going to need your tongue. Right?”

That’s a fair point. With Luc’s command and my commitment, the new arrival has no idea what’s about to happen to her. I’m going to write my name a million times between her legs with the tip of my tongue. Tattoo her clit and cunt and even flirt with her forbidden ass. She’s mine.

Luc keeps to tradition and nods for me to enter the Perg. There I place my mask on. He does the same. He gives the final command. The new arrival belongs to me. She will eventually have to come to the Perg and take her vows.

But that’s that.

I take my mask off. I take my robe off. I leave through a different door, not particularly interested in seeing anyone else.

I’m going to check up on my property right now.

Naya is a fucking whore. If swallowing cum was the fountain of youth then this bitch will live to be ten thousand and still look twenty-two. The second she sees me standing outside the door, she runs a finger from her forehead down the bridge of her nose. Down to her lips, pulling at her bottom lip. Down to her throat and down to her chest.

I grab her wrist and step forward, pushing her into the apartment.

“Take whatever hole you want,” she purrs at me.

I grab her mouth and squeeze hard.

“Yes,” she groans. “Make it hurt, Ty. Spit in my mouth. Slap me across the face. Do it.”

I toss Naya to the floor where she belongs. I’m not interested in something that easy. That used up. Her soul has been torn from her body. More like forcefully fucked from her body.

She’ll get spit out the ass end of Sinners Academy and end up happily married, chewing antidepressants like they’re vitamins, pop out three kids, hate all three, and still smile in every family picture because she knows come Christmastime, there will be a brand new Lexus in the heated driveway with a big, red bow on it to show off to the neighbors. What a waste of life they all are around here.

That’s fucking fate.

Lia appears from her bedroom, wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. She looks at me, gasps, and her nipples perk up. Sliding against the inside of her shirt, poking, looking for attention.

“New arrival,” I say.

Lia’s eyes go wide. “Are you…”

“Shut the fuck up and go back to bed,” I order Lia. “Lock your fucking door and stay there until morning.”

Lia knows to listen when I speak. When any of the brood speak. Naya would probably like for me to smash her face off a wall, but Lia would only enjoy it if my cock was inside her. None of the above is what I’m here for.

I step up to the bedroom door for the new arrival. The door is locked but there’s a key hidden above all the doors. And if that key wasn’t there, I would simply kick the fucking door down and start her punishment for not having the key.

I unlock the door but I don’t put the key back. I slide it into my pocket. The new arrival is mine. Nobody else needs a fucking key besides me. Ever. I step into the bedroom. It’s dark, quiet, the only sound is that of an air purifier.

The room smells like her . A sense of sweetness and home. I cannot wait to ruin that. She’s on top of the bed, on top of the covers. Curled up, facing the wall, looking terrified as she sleeps.

I approach the bed and look down at the new arrival. Wearing black pants and a hoodie. Her hair sprawled all over the pillow, some in her face. I notice on the nightstand there’s a small bottle.

I know what’s in that bottle. She doesn’t need this unless I give it to her. Fuck Naya and Lia for allowing her to take this stuff. I’m the one who now decides if GHB will be in her system or not. She hasn’t taken much. Enough to help her fall asleep. But if I wanted to…

I reach down and move the hair out of her face. My verdict on beauty and lust and all that means nothing since she’s already mine. This isn’t romance. I’m going to break her. And then break her again. And again. It’s my job to prepare her for the rest of her life.

I lean down closer to her and gently rub the tip of my nose against her soft cheek.

“Sleep tight, angel,” I whisper. “You’ll meet me some other time.”

I back away from the bed. My cock pulses inside my jeans. Throbbing, twisting for more room as I’m getting harder by the second. I check her bag and learn her name.

Serafina.

I exit the bedroom and use the key in my pocket to lock the door. I look around for Naya but she’s gone. Which is good. If I’d seen her, I would have fucked her. I would have thrown her face-first against the wall, forced her pants down and unzipped my jeans. I would have pulled my cock free and rammed it deep into her cunt. I would use her cunt simply for a place to deposit my cum.

It’s good Naya isn’t here.

I’m saving my cum for Serafina.