Promised to the Tyrant
All Omertà ever wanted was to be seen and acknowledged by her father. But when that day finally arrived, when her father called upon her for the first time ever in all of her 17 years of life, she was asked to pack her bags & leave with a stranger in order to fulfill her duty towards the family.
Sent as a payment to settle a debt with the Sicilian Mafia, Omertà is faced with the all-powerful head of the Sicilian mafia, Lucifer Agosti, also called ‘tyrant’.
Named after the devil himself, Lucifer and his three brothers are inhumanly powerful, cruel and merciless.
What happens when she is trapped with the ruthless “tyrant”?
“What is this child doing here?” I hear a husky powerful voice snarl.
As I look up, I come face to face with beautiful cold grey eyes, bottomless grey orbs that could pierce through anything. I have no idea who he is.
With his perfectly pointed nose, thin lips, chiseled jaw, he could have been an angel. But his eyes rage a war of their own, and despite those angelic features he looks like the devil himself.
He has an imposing and frightening aura, like a never-ending darkness, a blackhole that would swallow you through. He just screamed danger;
Unable to hold his piercing eyes, I look down & am welcomed by a very chiseled bare chest I flush a deep red and try to stare at my shoes indefinitely to avoid any further embarrassment.
“Hey, you, stray. Stray I am talking to you”
“She is not a stray, well not anymore brother” Set come to my rescue.
Oh, so he is Set’s brother. Does that mean….it is him, the head of the Italian mafia. The one they call ‘tyrant’.
“This is no place for a child to play! What is she doing here?” he barks, & I lose my trail of thought.
“What will you know about playing Lucifer, your no fun brother” Set teases.
What a strange name, Lucifer, though it suits him he is terrifying.
He glares at his brother, almost growling at him. Everybody, backs off, putting their head down in submission, but Set looks unaffected. Everything goes quiet, both the brothers are giving each other this weird look, like they were having a private conversation in their head.
I just can’t handle this tension any longer, & as I start to fall something strong grips me making me feel funny.
RC_Kapur · Fantaisie
