Page 25 of Tyrant

As I stand there, I cross my arms and I no longer speak to her. There’s no need to speak again. Not right now. I’ll continue to follow my claimed one. But it won’t be much longer now…

My cock is throbbing. Aching. I’ve touched her. The devil has her scent.

Nothing short of death can stop me from taking what’s mine.

I standin my black robe with my mask on. Peri to my right. Vic to my left. Demo behind me. He’s solo as the middleman before the next group.

Luc comes through the curtain, gold mask on his face. With him comes Des and Sin. Des holds a black velvet bag. Sin cups his hands together. When I see the old gold coins dump from the velvet bag into Sin’s hands, my mind thinks one thing.

Fuck.

They hate to be calledeldersbut they are the ones who came before us. They are our fathers. My father is here.

Luc’s father is here.

The man who created us. Two different women. Two sons. Luc sits on the throne and I’m left to deal withtargetsandnew arrivals.

It’s normally not a celebration for the others to show up. Our privilege to speak to them comes in the form of the gold coins.

Sin steps forward, coins in hand. We all put our left hands out and wait. A gold coin is dropped into Peri’s hand. A gold coin dropped into mine. Sin then walked by the rest of us without another single fucking coin dropping. That meant one thing. They were here to talk about thetargetand the whore I killed.

Having Peri dragged into this didn’t feel right. I close my left hand around the coin.

“He had nothing to do with it,” I say, knowing the risk I’m taking.

“You were not spoken to,” Luc says.

He then nods to Des, who jumps forward and slams a right fist into my stomach. I lose my breath for a moment. Believe me, I would love nothing more than to fight back and rearrange Des’s fucking face. I stay still. I swallow the anger.

Luc turns and walks through the curtain. Peri and I follow. I can’t believe this shit. All over some whore?

We step into thePergand there are three cloaked figures waiting. Their hoods massive, hiding their faces. Since they are no longer active, they don’t wear black masks. They wear silver masks.

Luc walks to his throne and sits down.

Two of them step forward and walk toward Peri. One on each side and then kick at Peri’s legs and slam him face down onto the ground. His mask presses into his face before falling slightly off. One of them steps on the back of Peri’s head.

I see Peri make fists. Shaking fists. He’s in pain. A lot of fucking pain.

“I made the decision,” I say. “I pulled the trigger on the whore. Just me. Bad intel left me with no choice.”

“You were not fucking spoken to!” Luc roars. “I swear on my life, Tyrant, you arethis closeto getting your fucking tongue cut out.

The other cloaked one touches Luc’s shoulder.Ah. So there’s our father, huh?He reaches up and slides his mask back, revealing his face.

He’s older but his face is still mean and chiseled. There’s a resemblance within both Luc and I of him. Yet Luc and I don’t look alike much at all. Genetics are fucking weird.

“Take your mask off,Son,” my father says.

His voice is sarcastic.

“I’ll wait for the order from our leader,” I say, being defiant.

I feel a thudding sharp whack to the back of my head and lose about two seconds of my life. When reality comes back, my mask is on the floor and I’m on my hands and knees. One of the others must have clobbered me with some kind of object. I look to my left and Peri is still being pinned down.

“Get the fuck off Peri,” I say. “He’s done nothing wrong. Step on my neck. Break my face. Cut my tongue out.”

“Mouthy one,” my father says to everyone. “This is how a bastard speaks. His mother said she was on the pill. Then apparently she mixed up. Tell me that’s not some cunt looking for a load of wealthy cum, huh?” He then looks at me. “How is your mother these days? Enjoying my money still?”

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