Dark Knight - Taken By The Tyrant Mafia

Wolfe's are king enough!

Night yawned, leaning back on the couch as she started feeling sleepy. Tilting her head to a side she watched her boss, busy talking to someone on the phone.

Currently, she was in the library with Lucius l, which was also his home office. And he ordered her to quietly seat on the couch, that's it.

Her eyes stole glances at him from time to time and she couldn't help it. His gorgeousness and the 'kissing' incident kept roaming in her mind. It was her first kiss and she just lost it in an accident! She was not minding it though. Maybe it's good, she at least didn't lose it to some creep of her father's.

After his threat in the morning, Lucius didn't mention the kiss anymore. 'Maybe, he forgets it? I guess, I also should forget.' She mumbled in her mind.

Her eyes once again get back to him. So engrossed in work.

A silent sigh escaped from her inner soul. 'What kind of work is this? Do I have to seat here all day? Do mafias do anything else other than killing, dealing illegal kinds of stuff, and f*****g women?' She shrugged at her question because she didn't know more than this.

"What are you shrugging about?" His deep voice and sudden interrogation caught her off guard. She stood up in a rush and shook her head.

He was standing exactly behind her. 'God! Wasn't he talking on the phone a moment ago? When on earth he came here!?' Lowering her head she stood as a thief caught red-handed.

However, Lucius did not bother much about her behaviour. He's more concerned about his work. "Follow me." And he walked out of the room with Night following behind him like a lost puppy.

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Hotel Orlando was busy with its usual lights and poshness. It's used for many occasions as it's one of the elite hotels in the country. Also, Wolfes held the biggest share in the hotel which made them its owner. It's also known as Lucius Wolfe's favourite spot.

The hotel was huge and maps were everywhere so that people don't get confused. However, underground the hotel there lies a huge club which was the door to another world. The world of darkness. It was not included in the hotel blueprint as it's only for those people who love blood more than anything. It was one of the private places of Lucius.

Inside the hidden property, there was a VVIP chamber, a half-dead man was tied up in the middle, hanging from the steel bars on his knees as hands were tied up. He was Steven Jackson. Used to work for Lucius but recently get caught when tried to run away with fifty million dollars.

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhh." The earth-shattering scream sound almost shook all the glasses present in the room. Steven's face was crinkled in pain. The black marbled floor beneath him was now red with his blood as one hand was beside his knee. It didn't belong to his body anymore.

Duncan made an annoying sound "Stop it now, Mad. Boss wants him alive and capable enough to speak. If you keep going on like this then he will be half-dead, which eventually pushes us into trouble. After boss is done, I will personally request him to give you the prestigious job of torturing."

Maddox stopped but just paced around him with eyes focused on Steven, like a lion was waiting for his time to get a chance over his prey.

Duncan stepped forward at the tied-up man on his knees. He squatted down in front of the half-dead man. "Come on, tell us. Where is the money? Tell the name of whores you have to spend on. Come on, quick."

Steven's throat was dry as a plank of dead wood. He didn't even have saliva to gulp. His pale lips trembled. "Wah...ther..." He said. Duncan scrunched "What? What is that now? Say it clearly." Duncan took his ear nearer to his lips.

"W...Wa...Water.." Finally, Steven said it with the last drop of energy he has left inside.

"You wanted water, huh?" Maddox growled and landed a kick on his stomach, making Steven vomit blood. The visual was so disturbing.

Duncan glared at his teammate. "Didn't I ask you to stop, Mad? Surely you are interested in dying to-night instead of this s**t?"

Fuming, Maddox wanted to reply something but stopped at the sound of the door click. Revealing Lucius and Night. Night was behind him so she still didn't see the visual in front of her.

While Lucius's eyes landed on the half-dead man, A sly smirk crept on his sexy thin lips as he walked slowly in front of Steven.

On the other hand, not knowing what her eyes would witness, Night looked at her front only to lose the ground underneath her. Fear hit her whole body, making her a stone in the place. Her eyes could not believe what she was watching.

Growing up in a mafia family she has heard and faced the cruelty of a mafia mind. However, always stayed away from disturbing visuals and was obedient. Never thought in life she has to see horrible darkness along with the sour smell of blood. As expected, it made her sick at the sight as everything inside her stomach twisted urging her to throw up everything.

She quickly turned around covering her mouth. Maria noticed it as she quickly came beside her. "You alright?"

Night was not able to speak, her head was spinning at the sight and her face turned pale.

"Take him out." Lucius was slightly annoyed with the boy. During his working time, he hates disturbance. After Maria takes Night out of the disturbing place, he again concentrated on the half-dead man.

Lucius squatted down in front of him as his hard muscles flexed. 'tsk~tsk'... Lucius made a sympathetic sound, observing the beating marks visible on Steven's face. Slowly he pinched his cheeks with his thumb and index finger. "He has beaten you so badly. tsk~tsk."

"Wa..her." Steven once again pleaded for water. His throat was burning at this point. He would lose consciousness if he couldn't get any water.

"Ah! Do you want water? Why? Dried throat burning?" Lucius said the way as if he was showing his sympathy to him. His voice was low. But, anyone heard that voice would sense how much dark his words were sounding, threatening of an upcoming storm.

Steven parted his lips but they only shook. He gave an almost unnoticeable nod, thinking he might provide him with water.

Lucius's fingers deepened on his pale cheeks, pushing them inside so painfully that Steven felt his cheeks might be bleeding.

"My heart also burnt the same way as your throat, fucker." Lucius's tone sounded like a deep howl like an injured wolf. "When you stole what is mine, my brain burnt like yours. And when I am burning, how should I not let your burn?" With his words his fingers deepened on his cheeks more, drowning out blood. "Where is MY MONEY?" His howling-like voice silenced every single thing there. Even Maddox, who was desperate to torture Steven, also shook a bit from inside hearing his boss's growl.

Steven's eyes were closed shut by now. He was on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Look at me." Lucius's voice once again forced him to look at those murderous eyes. "Answer, NOW."

Steven shook violently and tried to open his mouth. However, Lucius's fingers were not allowing him for that. "Galilee." That's what came out of his mouth.

Lucius's brows furrowed at him as he pinched harder. "Speak clearly." His dangerous growls were enough for Steven to pee on his pant. "Gauuuuage."

Letting his cheeks go, this time Lucius grabbed him by throat, choking him out of breath. "Now speak. SPEAK."

"Gi..girl..friend." Finally, Steven's words could be understood. His brows c****d up at the half-dead man. He let his throat go and stood up. "Girlfriend, huh?"

Steven coughed violently as he gulped air widening his mouth. "Sh..she has the mo..ney." He spoke. He needed water, couldn't take the torture anymore.

A sly smirk crept on Lucius's face. "Woman is always there for money. Way too greedy creature, huh?"

His smirk deepened along with his dimples. "Exactly!" He chuckled lowly as his eyes again fixed on Steven. "Now, if she has my money, then certainly you are no use to me. So, what can we do to you, Jackson?"

"Pl..please... Forgive... m..me." He pleaded while trembling.

'tsk~tsk'... Lucius made that sympathetic sound again, which never gave sympathy to anyone but a dreadful feeling of upcoming danger. Most of the time it meant a terrible death.

"I f*****g love it when people are on my feet." He gritted his teeth. "Begging to spare their life." His fingers curled up in Steven's hair tightly once again sending immense pain in his already torn body. "But, for you my dear friend." He lifted his head forcefully. "There is no mercy the moment you have laid your eyes on my money. I always like to present gifts to the people who eyed what's mine. The gift of a torturous death."

He let go of his head and almost threw him back as Steven's whole body jerked at the action. Lucius tilted his head at Maddox. "You seemed very interested in this, don't you my boy?"

Maddox didn't reply but his eyes sparkled hearing him. Lucius chuckled while taking the fresh piece of cloth from Duncan's hand, as usual, wiping his hands away, and then threw it to him again.

With hands inserted in his pocket, Lucius walked away from there. Before leaving the room he stopped and turned behind his shoulder, gazing at the 'soon to be dead' man. His lips twitched a bit. "Don't forget to ask his last wish before he is gone. After all, Wolfe's are kind enough to fulfill the last wishes." With that, he left.