Chapter (11) Familiar Name

Inferno Estate, At Midnight.

New York.

The party has long ended, and Darius Inferno, along with his wife May, has returned to their sweet home.

May, not accustomed to the party scene, has already fallen asleep on Darius' shoulder during the car ride back, her petite frame resting peacefully against him as they navigate the bustling streets.

Now in the bedroom, bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, May sleeps soundly in Darius' arms, her hands clinging to his clothes in fear of losing him, a fear that he may slip away.

At this time Darius remembers something, he cautiously places a pillow beside his sleeping wife before gently pulling away from her grasp and slipping off the silver quilt that covers them.

Just as Darius begins to rise, May, still in the depths of sleep, murmurs softly, "Honey... Do you love me? You're not going to leave me, right?"

Turning back to look at his beloved wife, Darius leans in, his palm brushing against her soft pink cheek as he presses a tender kiss to her sleeping lips.

"I love you too, and I'm not going to leave you, May, unless one of us draws our last breath," he whispers before quietly exiting the room.

However, what Darius says isn't entirely truthful. While he does dote on  May with all his heart, the dark shadow of his family's scandalous history looms over him.

His lineage, although proud, but quite tainted by infidelity and affairs, where his grandfather had 12 wives and his own father indulged in numerous indiscretions.

When his father was alive, there wasn't a single whore or pure maiden, in the town who didn't know the might of Infernos and their great dragon will.

Obviously, this also led to his mother's tragic demise, as she killed herself right after giving birth to Darius.

In short, women have always been the weakness of this dominant family.

Back in the day, his family was notorious for wooing women, regardless of age, marital status, or even if they were grannies – as long as there was a hint of beauty left in them...GAME OVER.

But precisely because of this, even those women who worked for Inferno's were looked down upon by society, as people considered them 'sluts' even if they were pure and only wanted to earn a little money.

Undoubtedly, significant changes have occurred over time, and now Inferno Enterprises enjoys widespread esteem.

This could be attributed to the 'Rich Effect,' where greater wealth translates to increased influence and, consequently, heightened respect from both local communities and the global stage.

Finally, moments later.....

Darius descends to the grand hall, where his loyal subordinate, Raven Deathclaw, awaits him

"Boss," says Raven Deathclaw, a hulking figure with a horizontal jagged scar marring his filthy face. He continues, "While you were away, Assistant Hill dropped a message. Some chick named Carol has been blowing up our telephone lines. She's saying it's urgent, talking about some woman named Vanessa and her situation. She's not someone we can trust, boss. Carol, that woman, even threatened that if you don't go, you might lose your bloodline. Can you believe the audacity of that wench? So, if you order me, I'll go and make sure both of them meet their end. DAMN IT, THAT BITCH DARES TO THREATEN YOU, BOSS."

Darius, his brow furrowing with concern, struggles to place the names. "Vanessa... the one from Fisk Industries, right? But what could she possibly need from me?" Despite his reluctance, curiosity gnaws at him. "And Carol... why does this name sound familiar?"

"Carol got your card from Vanessa, boss. Miss Hill mentioned it," Raven interjects, his tone dripping with malice. "Boss You're wish and  I can silence them both."

In Raven's mind, both these women deserve to die for threatening his boss. Look at him, he is  barely twenty-two, and she dared to say he might lose his bloodline.

But Darius needs more information, his instincts telling him that this one is quite familiar.

"What was the last name of that Carol?" he questions, sensing something isn't right.

Raven's embarrassment is palpable as he struggles to recall the name, scratching his head with an innocent smile that reveals his broken black teeth. "Boss... it seems... I think it was... Dameverse? Or something like that," he stammers out.

"Did Miss Hill happen to give you their address?" Darius presses on, his mind racing with possibilities, each more troubling than the last.

He isn't entirely sure, but if this woman turns out to be Carol Danvers, AKA Captain Marvel herself, it spells trouble, and that thought unsettles him.

It hasn't even been a week since he gained his powers, and already a superhero is knocking on his door. What could he have possibly done wrong?

As he ponders his future, these questions continue to plague him.

As for Vanessa, he doesn't care much. She was just a one-night stand after he arrived in this world, a moment where he found solace inside her moist femininity from his depression. He would have sought comfort with someone else that day if not her. Still, her reaching out to him leaves him feeling uneasy, as she's the only woman who has called for him out all the bitches he had fucked in these three years.

So, he resolves to meet them and heads towards the parking in his villa.

Deciding caution is important, he instructs Raven to drive. Of course, he can crush any enemy, but having a thug of your own is a great feeling.

And also it's midnight, and he doesn't want to invite trouble. Despite living in a high-end area, he still views New York in 1995 as unsafe, so a cruel-looking man like Raven is the best choice for a driver.

Thus after a long period of time, a car has been seen leaving the Inferno Estate at this hour of night.

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