I Am the Devil of This Hell

Chapter 053

Just as Kane Adler and his inner circle were raising their glasses to celebrate the expansion of their empire, the heavy mahogany door creaked open. Ford Slater stepped back into the room.

He looked rattled. This was a man who could dismantle a Glock 17 blindfolded and break a man’s neck with his thumbs, yet right now, he looked as if he had been asked to defuse a nuclear bomb with a pair of plastic tweezers.

He looked at Kane Adler with a complex expression—part pity, part amusement, and part confusion.

"Kane... Boss," Ford stammered, clearing his throat awkwardly. "We have a... situation. There are two young girls outside. They claim to be your... 'little wives'. And they’re demanding to see you."

"Little wives?" Kane froze, his glass hovering halfway to his mouth. "And there are two of them?"

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The heavy, masculine energy of the Shadow Eagle Clan leadership—smelling of tobacco, lager, and g*n oil—suddenly curdled into thick, suffocating amusement.

Rex Dalton slowly cricked his neck. The sound of popping vertebrae echoed in the silence. He, along with Owen Steele and Harvey Shaw, swiveled their heads in unison, fixing Kane with gazes that ranged from suspicious to deeply envious.

Before Kane could process the absurdity of the statement, the door was pushed open fully.

Two figures stepped into the smoky den of wolves. They were pristine, vibrant, and utterly out of place. One in white, one in black. They looked like porcelain dolls that had wandered into a slaughterhouse, yet they carried themselves with a terrifying confidence.

The collective eyes of the Iron Crest leadership lit up. Even Owen Steele，a man whose face usually held the emotional range of a granite tombstone, coughed politely to hide a smirk.

"Boss," Owen murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "You have... exquisite taste."

Harvey Shaw smacked his lips, leaning over to whisper to Dante Romero. "Kane is into the lolita types? Wait, two at once? Is he planning a threesome?"

Dante Romero , nudged him sharply in the ribs with an elbow. "Do the math, genius. There’s Victoria Vance at home. That makes it a foursome. A full house."

"Ohhhhh..."

The realization swept through the room like a wave. The men nodded in solemn, heavy agreement, dragging out the syllable in a long, knowing drone.

Simultaneously, a dozen thumbs went up.

"Kane is Kane," they chorused, their voices filled with mock reverence. "Taking on three at once. Legend."

It’s over, Kane thought, closing his eyes. My reputation is ruined.

He looked at the two stunningly beautiful, yet dangerously young girls standing in the doorway. He felt a headache blooming behind his eyes, the kind that aspirin wouldn't touch.

"Ahem," Kane tried to regain control of the room, his voice faltering slightly. "Little sisters... do we... know each other?"

The reaction was instantaneous.

The girls’ eyes lit up like high-beam headlights. With a synchronized squeal that shattered the grim atmosphere of the VIP lounge, they sprinted across the room. They didn't just approach him; they launched themselves at him, diving onto the sofa and latching onto Kane's arms—one on the left, one on the right.

"Husband!"

The word was delivered with such sugary, high-pitched sweetness that Rex Dalton felt his knees go weak. It was a sonic weapon.

They might have looked petite and innocent from a distance, standing in their designer tracksuits, but upon impact, Kane realized that their "development" was anything but childish. His arms were instantly enveloped.

The sensation was undeniable. Soft, yielding curves pressed tightly against his biceps. As they wiggled and adjusted their grip, the elasticity and warmth sent a jolt of electricity straight through Kane’s nervous system, bypassing his logical defenses and hitting him straight in the libido.

He took a sharp, desperate breath, channeling the air down to his dantian—or whatever the Western equivalent of his center of gravity was—trying to suppress the rising heat in his body. He tried to extract his arms, pulling gently.

They held on like industrial vices.

He pulled again. No movement. In fact, the struggle only caused more friction, turning his attempt to escape into an unintentional massage.

"Ladies, please," Kane said, his voice strained. "I think you have a case of mistaken identity. We don't know each other."

The two girls shook their heads vigorously, their hair bouncing. "You are Kane Adler. How could we be mistaken?"

The girl in the white tracksuit beamed. "I’m Tia Valentine. My name means 'Sweet'."

The girl in the black tracksuit followed up instantly. "And I’m Sienna Summers. My name implies 'Joy and Prosperity'."

"Tia... Sienna..." Kane muttered, his brain trying to find an escape route. "Sweet... Joy..."

"Sweetheart?" Kane blurted out, trying to combine the concepts in a moment of linguistic panic.

Tia and Sienna blushed simultaneously, a rosy hue spreading across their cheeks. Tia buried her face into Kane’s shoulder, her voice muffled but audible.

"Sweetheart... Baby... Honey... we can save those words for when we get home. Husband, you don't have to be so romantic in public."

Sienna giggled, looking up through her lashes. "But saying it occasionally adds spice to the relationship. Hee hee, Husband really knows how to flirt."

Kane’s vision blurred. He felt like he was having a stroke.

Around the room, the men of the Shadow Eagle Clan were losing the battle for composure. Rex Dalton’s face was puffed out like a blowfish, turning a deep, alarming shade of purple as he tried to contain his laughter.

Finally, Rex cracked.

"Kane," Rex coughed, standing up abruptly. "You guys... carry on. I have... uh... nature calls. Badly."

Without waiting for a response, the massive man practically sprinted for the door.

Ethan Skyler suddenly gasped, clutching his stomach. "Me too. It must be something we ate. Rex, wait for me!"

Owen Steele and the others chimed in with a chorus of "Me too" and "Bathroom break," fleeing the room as if the building were on fire. They left a trail of suppressed snickers in their wake.

"Goodbye, Uncles!" Tia and Sienna waved politely with their free hands.

The door clicked shut, leaving Kane alone with his two "wives."

"Tia, Sienna," Kane said, his tone turning serious, though his position remained compromised. "Can you... please let me have my arms back?"

Tia squeezed his arm tighter, trapping it between her chest, and gave a little shimmy. She smiled—a fox-like, cunning grin. "Is this bad?"

Sienna mimicked her, whispering, "Is this uncomfortable?"

Good God, Kane thought. Are teenagers these days all this open?

"It's not that it's bad," Kane gritted out. "It's that it's too good. And I am very unaccustomed to it."

"Hee hee, that's easy to fix. You'll get used to it eventually."

Kane steeled himself. He was the leader of the Shadow Eagle Clan, the ruler of the underworld in Hawthorne State. He could not be defeated by two girls in tracksuits. He hardened his face, letting a mask of cold indifference slide into place.

"Enough. Let go."

The girls froze for a second. Kane expected fear. He expected them to recoil.

Instead:

"So cool!"

"I love it when he's bossy!"

Kane’s shoulders slumped in total defeat. The mask shattered. "I surrender," he groaned. "Can you at least tell me... since when exactly are we married?"

Tia answered matter-of-factly. "Last night. Although you left right after the deed was done, since that happened, we are husband and wife."

Kane’s mouth twitched. "That? What that?"

Sienna’s lower lip began to tremble. Her large, intelligent eyes, which had been sparkling with mischief a second ago, instantly filled with tears. She looked up at him with the expression of an abandoned puppy.

"Husband... you... are you trying to deny it?"

"I... I..." Kane felt a primal urge to cry himself. Heavens above, Earth below, which deity did I offend to deserve this karma?

Looking at the two girls, who now looked like tragic heroines in a drama, Kane—who had zero immunity against crying women—spoke with a voice that bordered on hysterical.

"But I really didn't do anything to you! I... I swear on my life, I am still a virgin!"

Tia and Sienna’s eyes involuntarily flicked downward to Kane’s crotch.

Tia whispered, "Husband, your mind is a little dirty. We didn't say that happened."

Ugh...

Sienna clarified, "We meant you saved us last night. We were the girls in the alleyway. You saved our lives. So, naturally, we must repay you. But we don't have money or power, so after discussing it, we decided the only option was to offer our bodies in marriage."

Kane’s eyes widened.

The alleyway. The fight. Those two girls?

"It was you?" Kane sighed, the tension leaving his body. "Look, I saved you because I happened to be there. You don't need to pledge your lives to me. You're just kids. Wait until you grow up a bit more."

Tia looked down at her chest, puffing it out indignantly. She pouted. "I'm not small."

Hiss...

Kane took four or five deep breaths, trying to prevent a mental breakdown. "What I mean is, I don't need repayment. It was effortless on my part. A trivial act."

Upon hearing this, the tears that had miraculously vanished from Tia and Sienna’s eyes suddenly refilled the reservoirs. It was impressive, really—like a water cooler dispenser: press a button, get water.

"You... you don't like us?"

"You hate us?"

Kane, who had absolutely no experience dealing with this specific brand of emotional terrorism, forced a stiff, awkward smile.

"No. You are very cute. Everyone loves you. Whoever gets you in the future will be blessed for generations. I just feel I don't have that blessing. Also, you are young. Too young for dating. And you shouldn't let the word 'gratitude' shackle your future. I'm saying all this... do you understand?"

Tia flattened her mouth. "I understand. You just don't like us."

Sienna stared at him with watery, accusatory eyes. "You just want us to leave."

"No, no, no, I..." Kane, the iron-blooded gangster, was flailing. His hands were sweaty. He was panicking.

Tia’s eyes flashed with a hidden glimmer of victory. She pouted at Kane. "Then say you like us."

"Say it. If you don't say it, it means you hate us and want to kick us out."

Kane opened his mouth to find an excuse, but the dam in the girls' eyes was about to burst. Terrified of the impending flood, Kane blurted out:

"I like you! I like you both! Okay?"

"Really?" The tears vanished instantly, replaced by sunshine.

Smack...

Two cool pairs of lips planted themselves on Kane’s cheeks simultaneously.

Tia blushed. "That was Tia's first kiss."

Sienna lowered her head shyly. "That was Sienna's first kiss, too."

Kane shook his head helplessly. "Do you kids even know what love is?"

Meanwhile, on the first floor.

The raucous laughter of Rex Dalton and the others came to an abrupt, choking halt. Their howling jeers cut off as if someone had severed their vocal cords.

Their eyes, wide with a mix of fear and surprise, fixed on the main entrance of Club Nightshade.

Marcus Grady, felt the corner of his mouth twitch violently. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace of pain.

"S... Sister-in-law. You're here. Sit. Please, sit. Can I get you a drink?"

Victoria Vance stood in the doorway. She was wearing a tight leather outfit that outlined a figure so dangerous it should have been illegal. It accentuated every curve, radiating an aura of dominance that made the air temperature drop ten degrees.

She glanced coolly at Marcus. "Kane. Where is he?"

"Uh... upstairs. Discussing official business."

Victoria smiled faintly. It was a terrifying smile. "Official business? With whom?"

"Well..." Marcus stammered, his brain spinning. "Two major clients. They are discussing... narcotics distribution. Very sensitive. See? They kicked us all out. The three of them needed privacy. A secret meeting."

"Oh? Is that so?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "But I heard two little 'wives' came to visit him. Did they leave so soon?"

Hmm....?

Rex Dalton and the others leaned back slightly, looking at Victoria Vance with disbelief.

The intel network is fast. Sister-in-law is terrifying.

Seeing Victoria’s gaze sharpen into a laser focused on his forehead, Marcus shuddered.

"Well... yes. There were two kids who claimed to be Kane's little wives. But you have nothing to worry about, Sister-in-law! Those underage girls have absolutely zero percent of your charm. They lack your natural elegance. They are dust beneath your feet."

"Hmph. And those two... 'major clients' are still upstairs?"

"Uh... yes."

Victoria Vance stared at Marcus with predatory intent. "Which room?"

Gulp.

"Room 215."

Victoria gave a soft snort and began walking toward the stairs, muttering loud enough for Marcus to hear.

"Shifty eyes, looks smart but acts like a dumb bear. I told you to just be a spy. Just do your job. But no, you don't have the skill, yet you try to play double agent? Look at you now. Idiot."

Marcus Grady stood frozen. He slowly picked up a large glass of beer from the bar and poured it over his own head.

"I forgot to burn incense for good luck before I left the house today..." he whispered, dripping wet. "Oh... Lord... save me..."

"Hahaha!" The rest of the crew exploded into laughter.

"Wait," Marcus said, wiping beer from his eyes, suddenly realizing something. "How did Sister-in-law know everything?"

Next to him, Elias Thorne, looking cool and detached, spoke up.

"I texted her."

"Whaaaaaat?! You..."

"I just wanted to test something," Elias said with a shrug. "If I brought Sister-in-law here, I wanted to see who Kane would suspect."

Thud.

Marcus slammed his head onto the bar counter, pointing a trembling finger at Elias.

"I lose..."