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.