On Your Knees, Stepsister

The dark fury

I stared long at her, at the non-repentant expression on her face. "Do you think that's what I do? Kill people and waste blood?"

"Isn't that right? Is there anything else you do?" She shot back, still with one foot outside, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Now that she had gotten dressed, she wouldn't think twice about dashing for cover if I dared take a step towards her.

"Let's have dinner tonight," I said instead, realising I had to call an end to the argument else I would have to spend hours getting her to believe I don't drink blood.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"But I don't."

"You do."

"I don't. Listen, Kielan, I have a life outside of whatever contract you had me sign. You can't expect me to put everything on hold for you. You told me we would have dinner tomorrow, not tonight. I have somewhere to be."

"Lylah —"

"Bye." Waving with a mischievous smile on her face, she slipped off, her footsteps loud as she made for the front door.

I didn't chase after her, knew I would catch up with her if I did, but I let her have the last laugh, at least for today.

I heard her start the car before she drove off, her tyres screeching so loudly, I wondered if she was perhaps auditioning for an action movie.

Shaking my head at the thoughts, I left the bar, closing the door behind me. The owner didn't bother to lock her doors. I had to send a text to Jerome, so he could watch over the bar until the owner realises her mistake and returns to lock it up.

I made for my car, whistling. For the first time in years, I was happy, genuinely so. I had gotten what I wanted, something I'd dreamed of countless times but dared not hope for.

Lylah is now mine. Even though her heart isn't, at least her body would do until she falls for me. Then...

A delicious thrill went through me at the thought. I smirked, thinking of everything we would do together, how I would shower her with the love she deserves, and make her know I'm the only one for her.

The drive to the North cell didn't take long, or it could be my train of thought. I kept thinking about Lylah until I reached my destination. I parked my car at my usual spot and strode in, nodding at my workers, who stopped what they were doing to acknowledge my presence. At 27, I had built an empire, one that needed a queen, to rule by my side. I didn't start well despite being rich. I worked my way up the ladder, doing things that would have ended with me thrown behind bars if caught.

Those were my dark days, when I didn't care, only wanted to prove myself to all, to grow strong enough to protect the one I love. Now that I had gotten to where I wanted, all that remained was getting Lylah to stay with me. Forever.

I strode straight to the building on the farther end, my fists clenched, aching to be slammed into the face of the man who dared hurt the woman I love.

Two of the guards keeping watch by the door, bowed when they saw me and rushed to open the door.

"Welcome, boss!" Their voices were cheerful as I walked in, and I nodded in acknowledgement without saying a word.

When I stepped into the building, the first person my eyes landed on was the man, tied to a chair, and gagged. His eyes widened when he saw me, and his sealed lips trembled. He tried to say something, but it came out as gibberish, his body shaking from fear.

I wasn't an unknown figure. In the underground world, everyone knows the dark fury, a man who wastes blood like water. I earned that title, fought for it until I got to where I was.

Jack, who was standing next to the man, bowed. "Welcome, boss." His face was tight, showing nothing. The scar that ran across his face from his right brow to his left chin made him formidable. His eyes, black as the night, looked at me for just a second before he averted his gaze, and bowed respectfully..

I nodded, just like I did to the others without saying a word. I drew towards the man in the chair. Jack did him dirty. There were blood stains on his body, and some of them coated his blonde hair. His chin was swollen from getting punched.

I lifted my gaze from him and looked at Jack, raising a brow.

"He tried to put up a fight, boss. I had to subdue him the only way I knew," Jack explained.

"You know you could have done that without hurting him this much, don't you?" I reached for the man's hair, but he moved his head back, his eyes filling with dread. He made more sounds which were unintelligible as he tried to move back, but he couldn't. The chair was fastened to the floor, to prevent captives from falling all over themselves in situations like this.

"I apologise for that, boss."

I frowned at Jack, before focusing once more on the scared man. He looked like a cornered mouse, just like my Lylah did when George tried to get her on his bed without success.

"Get my tools," I ordered Jack before I ripped off the duct tape covering his mouth.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from his throat as the tape came off with most of his facial hair.

"f**k!" He shook, his eyes watering instantly.

Jack arrived with the table filled with my favourite torture instruments. The second he placed it on the floor, the man's eyes lifted, widening when he saw what was on the table..

"No," he begged, looking from me to the table. "Please don't. I'm sorry. I... I didn't know she was your sister.. I only took the job from George because of the pay and —"

"You should have thought twice before taking a job that would harm the innocent." I lifted one too, smirking, when I noticed all the blood drain from his face.