Torn Between The Mafia Twin Bullies

Lily's POV.

"Hey, nerd! Wait up!!" a male voice called out. I knew exactly who he was referring to... me. But like always, I decided to brush him off. He was a curse upon my school life, an untouchable presence that I couldn't seem to escape.

"Ain't you the one I was calling, wonk!" he grumbled, forcefully snatching my hand and whirling me around so abruptly that I stumbled backward and lost my balance. My books slipped from my grasp, scattering across the ground in different directions.

The impact of my fall rocked through my body, and a sharp yelp escaped my lips, "Ahhhh!!!"

As I regained my composure and glanced upward, he stood there, looming over me, his eyes brimming with mischief and mockery. A small crowd had gathered, eager to witness the next move of the notorious bully.

Summoning my strength, I rose to my feet, trying to ignore the throbbing pain radiating from my butt. I met his gaze head-on, anger igniting within me. It was hard not to notice his strikingly handsome face, but it pained me to think that I had once had a massive crush on him. How disappointing and absurd it all seemed now. He was far from good; he was an angelic face concealing a devilish character.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore, huh, my nerdy Lily," he taunted, a devious smirk stretching across his face. I longed to wipe that smirk away with a firm slap, but I knew all too well the dire consequences of raising a hand against him.

If a girl dared to raise her hand against him, it would be solely for his own pleasure, and nothing else... Pleasure that I would have once foolishly given him years ago. I had fallen head over heels for this guy but the idiot made it clear that I don't belong in his world.

"Have you drifted off into a trance, Kitty? You look lost," he sneered, his words dripping with a mixture of arrogance and desire. "You know, I'd love to see that lost look on your face again when I have my cock buried deep inside your tight cunt." He breathed out the words and my feminine tightened as it seemed vaguely aware of the temptation standing right in front of me.

I gulped down saliva as I stared at him, desperately trying not to reveal the fear that churned within me. He had tormented me for far too long, and today, I had reached my breaking point. I was done being his victim, and I didn't mind standing up to him, consequences be damned.

"I'm talking to you, little Lily. Have you gone daft?" he snapped, irritation lacing his words. He was growing increasingly annoyed by my silence. After all, I had known him long enough to be familiar with his few likes and dislikes.

Larry despised being ignored. The mere act of disregarding him could send him into a fit of rage, he could beat anyone to a coma because of that or maybe kill as rumored.

"Are you done talking? Because I'd very much like to leave now," I retorted, a mischievous grin dancing on my lips. I knew it would only further fuel his anger.

"So, you think you've sprouted wings all of a sudden, huh, darling?" he jeered, stepping closer to me. My instinctive reaction was to move backward, my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Answer me, Lily," he demanded, his words tinged with coldness. I immediately lowered my head, feeling the weight of his dominance.

I knew I could never defeat him. I had tried countless times to stand up to him, and it always ended in disaster. I couldn't help it; I was exhausted. "May I go now?" I asked, my voice tinged with weariness and resignation.

"I thought so. I thought you wanted to act up again today. I would have put you right back in your place. And to answer your question, yes, you can go," he replied, a deep chuckle resonating from within him.

Wait, it couldn't be that easy, could it?

"Thank you," I muttered, turning away to retrieve my scattered books. Relief flooded over me, grateful that he wasn't causing any further trouble today.

Once I finished gathering my belongings despite the burning gazes of onlookers, I prepared to walk away. But before I could take a single step, a hand snatched my wrist yet again. I didn't need to turn around to know that it was him.

"You... You said I... I could go," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and fear as I looked at him.

"Oh, you can go, little Kitty but..." He paused, a sinister smirk spreading across his face. "You'll have to do something for me first," he added, his tone dripping with malice.

"I've taken your homework from Miles..."

"Nah, sweetheart, that's not what I'm talking about." He drawled, cutting me short.

Bloody rascal, I knew it was too easy.

"Wh... What else do you want?" I managed to stammer, frustration evident in my voice. I needed to go home early today, and I couldn't afford to get entangled in his twisted stupid games.

"A kiss..." he uttered, his voice dripping with entitlement and desire. Before I could react, he forcefully yanked me towards him, imprisoning my head and waist in his grip. My books tumbled from my grasp, scattering across the floor once again. I was about to curse him when his lips forcefully claimed mine in a harsh, invading kiss. Gasps echoed around us, but my attention was fixated on the unexpected assault.

The first contact of his mouth against mine sent a shiver coursing through my body. His lips were unyielding, demanding dominance as they moved relentlessly over mine. But my pride and anger surged within me, I clenched my jaw tightly, fighting the overwhelming temptation to respond to him.

His lips grew more insistent, pressing harder against mine, and my willpower faltered. Yet, I continued to struggle, refusing to give in.

Larry used one hand to hold me firmly against his body, while his other hand reached upward, pinching my nose shut, and depriving me of breath. With this cruel act, I cursed under my breath and gasped for air, parting my lips. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue deeply into my mouth, exploring it with bold eroticism. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies pressed tightly together.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard cheers, but the sound barely registered in my clouded mind.

I was dimly aware of the growing heat between my thighs and the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against my belly, I let out a low moan. My body yearned for more of him, but my strong-willed mind and hate gave me the power to overcome the lust.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I feigned compliance, massaging the nape of his neck. He emitted a satisfied sound, his grip loosening slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, I gathered all my power, pushed him away forcefully, and slapped him across the cheek with all my strength. "Don't you dare do that to me ever again!!!" I shouted, my anger fueling my words.

"Things are gonna get ugly," a voice said from the small crowd that had gathered, and I knew the statement was true.

Larry held his reddened cheek in surprise, anger clouding his face. Panic gripped my heart as I realized the gravity of my actions.

"You slapped me?!" he bellowed, his fury evident. I instinctively stepped back, attempting to stop my body from trembling.

He advanced towards me, but I continued moving back, backing away until my back collided with a wall. Fear consumed me as I realized there was no escape.

As he closed in on me, his angry gaze pierced into my soul. His oceanic blue eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the intensity of his rage.

"I kissed you because I was dared, but now..." he trailed off, his finger forcefully grasping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want to taste every part of you. You may don the guise of an innocent nerd trying to fool people, but I'm no fool, I'm done trying to control myself when it comes to you. I will make you lose track of time, and the only name that will escape your lips as you tremble beneath me while you cum, begging for more, will be 'Larry.' That's my oath, my little Kitty" he declared, emphasizing each word. A chilling smirk played on his lips, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.

"You... You can't do anything," I muttered, my voice laced with anger but also overshadowed by the fear that ravaged my insides. Heat rushed to my face, betraying my vulnerability. I felt like a cornered rat, awaiting judgment.

"We shall see about that, Kitty. We shall see," he responded with a sinister smirk. Without another word, he turned to leave, leaving me shaking with apprehension of what was to come. As I knelt to gather my scattered books, I knew deep down that his oath held no true meaning. Nothing could ever happen between us. He never wanted me anyway besides we are poles apart.

Lily's POV.

I stepped out of the car sluggishly. A lot has happened today. I just wanna go into my room, take a shower and sleep. I have so much to do and little time to do it.

"Welcome, ma'am." Greeted one of the housekeepers and hurried towards me to get the stuff I was holding. I nodded to her greetings and began to look around, there were so many cars parked around the house.

Yeah, we have many cars, lots of cars because my family is very wealthy, my father is a Mafia boss and I do not like him. I despised him for the way he treated my mother and me. He saw me as a burden, a waste of space, but he couldn't dispose of me easily since I was his only child, and he couldn't have another due to undisclosed health issues. Despite being his daughter, I was invisible to him.

I planned to finish school as soon as possible, secure a job, and escape from this hellish house with my momma.

"Lisa?" I called out as we approached the house. There was an unusual silence from her today, which was unlike her. Lisa was usually a chatterbox.

"Yes, mistress," she replied quietly.

"What's wrong with you, and why are there so many cars? Is Papa having one of his meetings again?" I inquired, however, I noticed a change in Lisa as she sniffled and shook her head negatively in response.

I came to a halt, and she stopped walking as well. "Lisa, look at me," I commanded, but she remained motionless. "I'm talking to you, Lisa. Lift your head up," I ordered, and she obeyed, revealing tear-filled eyes. My brows furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong, Lisa? Did Papa do something to Mom again?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry. Her response was immediate, as she burst into tears.

Seeing her reaction, panic gripped my heart, causing it to skip several beats. I knew she wouldn't answer any more questions in her state; Lisa was a sensitive person. Without wasting a moment, I sprinted the rest of the way until I reached the door, only to be met with a room full of eyes.

I froze in place, my body stiffening as I took in the sight of numerous people gathered in our spacious living room, all dressed in black. "Mom!" I screamed inwardly, my mind racing with fear. Had my father finally succeeded in hurting her...or worse? No, no, this couldn't be happening!

Unable to move or speak, I felt paralyzed by the gaze of the guests, their pitying expressions adding to my suspicion. A distant female voice called out my name, and I turned to see one of my aunts approaching me, her smile mixed with sadness.

I remained rooted to the spot. Despite my desperate desire to ask questions, my voice failed me. I simply couldn't bring myself to speak, to inquire about the situation. Instead, I felt a hand gently pulling me away from my spot, and I followed without even glancing back to see who it was or where we were going.

My mother had been forced into marriage with my father due to some silly rules within the Mafia. According to her, there had been a flicker of love from him initially, but everything changed after I was born. My father had expected a son who would inherit his criminal empire, but I had come into the world instead. Things had worsened when my father was involved in an accident that left him with reproductive complications.

My mother became a victim of abuse, a punching bag, and I was subjected to a life filled with misery and curses. My only plan had been to finish school, secure a decent job, and create a new life for the two of us. But now... Oh God!

"Lily..." a familiar voice called, causing me to immediately turn in its direction. Tears blurred my vision as I spotted my mother. "Mom!" I called out, rushing into her embrace and shedding tears of relief.

"Thank God you're okay, Mom. I thought... Oh God forbid!" I uttered with a mixture of laughter and tears, holding onto her tightly.

"Lily... Your father," my mother sobbed out the words, causing me to withdraw from her. It was then that I noticed the disheveled state she was in...her eyes red and puffy, her hair unkempt and dried tears streaking her face.

Raising an eyebrow, I scanned the room, realizing that many of our family members were present, all wearing somber expressions. I turned back to my mother, my voice trembling. "What's going on, Mother?" I asked.

"Your father... He's dead," she broke the news, and a surge of jubilation welled up within me.

"Ohhh..." was all that escaped my lips.

I knew it may sound callous, but after enduring a lifetime of abuse from a father who had never shown me an ounce of love, that was my genuine reaction. It's a miracle I'm not jumping and singing.

For the past twenty years of my life, all I've experienced was pain and torment from him... It's not such bad news that he's dead.

"Lily!" My mother called, shaking me and I looked at her.

"I'm so sorry, Mother. That's such terrible news," I mused, forcing myself to feign sympathy. In truth, it was the best news I had received in a long time.

"I know... How could he just die like that!" she wailed, dropping onto the bed and succumbing to tears once again.

I sat beside her, gently petting her back. Despite my annoyance at her crying, I played the role of the supportive daughter. But deep down, I knew I would never shed a tear for that monster.

After a few minutes in that position, someone cleared their throat, and I turned my attention in their direction. Rolling my eyes, I saw it was Grandma-a caster of bad news. She had always supported her son's evil ways.

"Your attention, please..." she began, and I couldn't help but anticipate the rubbish that would spill from her mouth. Nothing good ever came from her.

"We have all suffered a tremendous loss today, an irreplaceable part of our family. However, life goes on. I would like to announce my late son's wish concerning his daughter before we proceed with the funeral arrangements," she said firmly, her gaze fixed on me.

I couldn't help but wonder what ludicrous wish my father had made. Did he want me and my mother thrown out?

My mother's crying intensified, and I knew that whatever Grandma was about to reveal would be more than terrible.

"Shut your mouth and let me speak, Hanna!!!" Grandma shouted at my mother, who immediately fell silent.

I despised that old woman.

"Lily, as you know, your father was a mafia lord, and he took his duty seriously, protecting us all..." She paused, slowly pacing around to gain attention.

Stupid old hag.

"You are a girl, and your father deemed you unworthy of inheriting the mafia. Therefore, he betrothed you to Draco, the heir of the Dark Raven mafia. He will marry you and take over our operations," she announced, and my mother broke into another round of wailing.

"What...?!" I exclaimed in a hushed tone, unable to contain my shock. "That's not possible! I'm just twenty... I haven't even turned adult yet!" I shouted incredulously, my hands clenching the bedsheet tightly.

"That is not our concern. We will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of our mafia, and right now, you are the only one who can secure it," one of my uncles asserted, and hot tears streamed down my face as I turned to look at my mother.

She averted her gaze, muttering, "I am sorry, child."

Oh, she knew... she knew about everything. "God! What is wrong with you people? You can't do this to me!" I screamed, standing up to face Grandma. "You can't do this to me! I'm still in school! Please, Grandma, don't do this," I pleaded, dropping to the floor in desperation.

"Don't bother pleading, Lily. Your fate is now entangled with Draco. Get ready. You will be leaving for your husband's house immediately after your father's burial," Grandma declared coldly, and my chest constricted painfully.

Why is fate so vicious to me?

Lily's POV.

As I waited for my flight to the United States, my mother tried to console me. "I'm helpless, Lily, and I am so sorry for everything that is happening to you. On the bright side, you will have the opportunity to complete your schooling before getting married. Just try to look at the brighter side, dear," she said, her voice filled with sadness.

Look on the brighter side? What kind of ridiculous notion was that? My world was in darkness.

School? What a joke. They were probably lying to me. My entire existence felt like a lie.

"Lily, please don't give me the cold shoulder. I know I'm not the best mother you could ask for, but I couldn't do anything. I just couldn't. You know how your father was... he's..." My mother's voice trailed off, her words choked with emotion.

"Mom, please, don't make this harder than it already is. I have nothing against anyone. Just leave me alone. I'm as helpless as you are. Please, Mom, don't stress about it," I pleaded, forcing a smile, even though my head was spinning. I watched as tears clouded my mother's eyes. It pained me to see her cry, but I didn't want to break down in front of her. It would only make everything worse. I knew she felt terrible seeing her daughter go through the same ordeal she once endured.

"You'll be fine, Lily. Please, be fine," she muttered, her voice filled with sorrow, and she began sobbing once again.

"You stupid woman, why are you bent on creating a scene here?" Grandma interjected angrily, and I shot her an ugly look. I knew she would make life miserable for my mom. I wished I could help her, but as it turned out, I was equally helpless.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll be fine, and I'll make sure to stay in touch," I assured her, my lips trembling, as I hugged her tightly, desperately trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

"I'll miss you," she sobbed, and as the announcement for my flight departure echoed through the airport, I knew I would miss her terribly. I also realized that I might not see her again anytime soon. The world of the mafia was cruel, and my late father was part of it.

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As I stepped out of the car that had brought me to my new family's house, my mouth fell open in awe at the sight of the enormous villa before me. Our own house had always seemed huge, but this was on another level of huge and beautiful.

I wasn't surprised, though. After all, my husband-to-be operated and owned one of the largest mafias in the world.

"This way, ma'am," the hulk-like man who had picked me up at the airport said, gesturing for me to follow him.

As I entered this new world, I knew my life was about to change, though I couldn't predict whether it would be for the better or worse. Most of the mafia dons I had encountered were cruel and hardened individuals.

"Welcome, young miss. Please follow me," a young girl greeted me with a warm smile, taking my bag from the guard.

"What's your name?" I asked, glancing around the vast, empty house. My heart still fluttered nervously. I hadn't been prepared for this day, nobody had ever told me anything about marrying a man-let alone someone who was the heir to one of the most feared mafias in the world.

"My name is Agnes. I work as a servant here," she replied politely as we stepped into the elevator.

"Where is everyone, Agnes?" I inquired, gripping the fabric of my gown tightly. I had never been given any information about my new family. I didn't know what to expect.

"The family gathers on rare occasions for important events. The master lives here alone, but sometimes other families come to visit or spend time before departing," she answered softly, her voice meek. Agnes seemed young and polite, but only time would tell if she was a talkative person like Lisa.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I doubted she would provide detailed answers. There were undoubtedly rules governing every mafia family, and I was sure this one was no exception.

As the elevator doors opened, I couldn't help but think about Agnes's words. The Mafia family didn't seem to find my arrival significant, and that realization sent a wave of sadness through me. But I pushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself not to overthink it.

We stopped at a massive door, and before Agnes could knock, I began to hear moans. "Oh yes! Harder! Please... baby, go faster..."

Agnes's hand froze in mid-air, and she quickly turned to look at me. I arched an eyebrow and gave her a questioning glare. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled by the sudden change in her composure.

"Um... nothing, young miss. Can I take you to another room for now?" Agnes stammered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"What's wrong, Agnes?" I pressed, and the moans gradually subsided. The girl inside seemed to be quite vocal, unlike the man involved.

"I... I want to take you to..."

"Get out!!!" a thunderous masculine voice bellowed, and commotion could be heard from the room.

Agnes and I exchanged startled glances. Fear filled her eyes, while my own was filled with curiosity.

Just as I was about to inquire further, the door swung open, and a naked figure was hurled out. Agnes turned away instinctively, and I glanced over to see a weeping, naked woman sprawled on the ground.

"Here are your clothes!!!" a male voice boomed, and the woman's garments were thrown at her.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I slowly turned my head towards the door, only to be met with a pair of piercing blue eyes staring back at me. His face was sweaty, but he still looked undeniably attractive and his body was hidden by the door.

"You...," he said, his intense gaze fixed on me. I took a deep breath and instinctively took a step back.

Who was this man?

"Why the fuck did you bring her here, Agnes?!" He suddenly shouted angrily, startling me in the process.

"I'm... I'm sorry, mas..." Agnes stuttered, her voice trembling with fear as she bowed before the man before us.

"Get out!!!" he bellowed, his words slicing through the air and I creased my brow.

Agnes fled, the naked woman trailing behind her, leaving me alone with the man.

I was about to look when a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me into the room with a forceful motion. The door slammed shut behind us, the sound reverberating in the silence.

Anger boiled inside me as I veered to face him, my voice shaking with anger. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded, my frustration barely contained as I faced him head-on.

But my anger faltered as I realized he was completely naked. I averted my gaze, a flush creeping up my cheeks as embarrassment flooded through me.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You'll have to get used to the sight, girl," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You'll be seeing a lot more of this from now on."

Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to make sense of the situation. Why hadn't anyone prepared me for this?

"And watch your tone when you speak to me," he warned, his voice laced with menace as he turned to face me. "Understand?"

I nodded silently, my heart pounding in my chest as I met his intense gaze.

"Good," he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he released me.

As he moved toward the bed, I tried to avert my eyes, but they were drawn to him like a magnet. His body was a work of art, every muscle rippling beneath his skin as he walked. And the raven tattoo on his back... it confirmed my worst fears.

That's Draco!

A gasp escaped my lips as the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. How did this happen?

"Lily," he called, snapping me out of my daze. I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Answer me when I call you!" he snapped, his tone sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

"Pleasure your fiancé," he commanded, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he settled onto the bed.

My mind reeled in disbelief. Pleasure him? Surely, I had misheard him.

"What?" I stammered, unable to comprehend what he was asking of me.

"Strip, Lily," he commanded, his voice dripping with coldness as he settled on the bed. "I want to see what my family is forcing me to marry."

I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation and fear. This couldn't be happening. Not to me.

"I... I.. Can... I can't do that." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold myself together because I know the mafia hates to be disobeyed.

An animalistic growl left his mouth, followed by a sharp raspy order,

"I SAID, STRIP!!!"