[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 114: Crazy Crimson Diablo

Lucien’s eyes fluttered open, his body feeling light, as if he were drifting somewhere in the ocean.

Sunlight poured over him relentlessly, warm and blinding, making his eyes sting as tears gathered at the corners.

He groaned and shifted, lifting an arm to shield his face, but before he could, something blocked the light entirely.

Lucien blinked, then fully opened his eyes.

An arm was draped over him, His frown deepened as realization hit, and he turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the man beside him.

Mikhail lay there with infuriating ease, one arm stretched above Lucien’s head as if he belonged there.

His hair was still damp from a recent bath, red strands clinging to his temples and chest. His upper body was bare, skin marked with a thick bandage wrapped around the right side of his chest, right where Lucien had shot him.

The sight twisted something unpleasant in Lucien’s chest.

The scent hit him next. Soap, clean and sharp, layered over raw alpha musk that clung stubbornly to Mikhail’s skin. It seeped into Lucien’s lungs, into his head, dragging an unwanted heat along with it.

Lucien swallowed hard, jaw tightening.

’No. Absolutely not.’

"Good morning, Lucien," Mikhail said, his lips curving into a grin. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fuck you," Lucien snapped immediately.

He shoved the Devil away with both hands and swung his legs off the bed, heart pounding as he forced distance between them. That was when he felt it. Cold metal biting into his ankle.

Lucien froze.

He looked down.

A sleek tracking device was locked around his leg.

A sharp laugh escaped him, humorless and bitter. Of course. He should have known better.

All deranged alphas apparently shared the same instincts when it came to caging what they wanted.

Still, it was better than chains. He could already imagine Mikhail doing far worse if the mood struck him.

At least he was dressed. A loose shirt hung over his body, soft fabric brushing against his skin, and short pants sat low on his hips.

Lucien stood and walked straight toward the door and opened it easily.

He paused, suspicion prickling at the back of his neck, then turned his head.

Mikhail was already sitting up, a cigarette between his fingers.

He leaned against the headboard lazily, one leg bent, watching Lucien through half lidded eyes as smoke curled around his face.

"Try to leave this room," Mikhail said calmly, "and you will be electrocuted."

Lucien scoffed, lifting his chin defiantly. "Hah. You would not dare do that to me."

The words came out sharp, confident, even as his pulse raced.

Mikhail wanted him, obsessively and desperately. A man like that would never hurt what he intended to own.

Right?

Mikhail’s eyes narrowed slightly as he exhaled smoke, his gaze dragging slowly over Lucien’s body.

"What happened?" he murmured. "Where did all that confidence go?"

He looked amused, entertained, as if Lucien’s anger was nothing more than a performance meant solely for him.

Lucien clicked his tongue in irritation and turned back toward the door.

He stepped forward.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, agony detonated through him.

Electricity surged violently through his body, forcing the breath from his lungs as every muscle locked in place.

His vision exploded into white as pain ripped through his nerves, sharp and merciless, leaving him unable to scream even as his mouth opened.

’Fuck! Fuck you, Reznik!’

His legs gave out. He collapsed backward into the room, hitting the floor hard as the current cut off. His body curled instinctively, fingers clawing at the carpet as tremors wracked through him.

The pain lingered, buzzing beneath his skin, cruel and mocking.

Lucien lay there gasping, fury burning hotter than the agony itself.

The omega could hear a cruel laugh spill from the bed as the alpha moved toward him.

Mikhail’s expression was carved with satisfaction, the kind that came from watching prey struggle. It made his stomach twist with fury.

"Re-Reznik... you asshole," Lucien spat.

It took effort just to force the words out past the lingering pain, his body still buzzing from the shock.

Mikhail only smirked. "You said I could never love properly," he replied calmly, lowering himself and gathering Lucien into his arms as if claiming a reward.

"So I decided to become exactly what you believe I am."

He snarled and shoved weakly at his chest. "Let go of me, you mad bastard."

"Alright," Mikhail said easily.

He released him without warning.

Lucien hit the floor with a dull thud, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. Pain flared again, sharp and humiliating.

"The fuck?" Lucien glared up at him, shaking with rage.

"Don’t blame me," Diablo replied lazily. "I am respecting your wishes. You told me to let go."

He took another drag of his cigarette, smoke curling above his head as his bored gaze pinned Lucien in place. That look hurt more than the electricity.

The omega clenched his fists against the floor. He wanted to punch him, to claw at that smug face, to break the Devil until he begged.

The desire burned violently inside him, made worse by how powerless he actually was. His body refused to obey him, trembling and sore, sprawled on the ground like something discarded.

The position was humiliating. Being bug-eyed under Mikhail’s gaze was worse.

So Lucien said nothing, he wanted to save up the last power he had and then healed to punch him.

He dragged himself toward the bed instead, slow and stubborn, his movements fueled by pure spite.

Diablo laughed again, this time genuinely amused.

"Hah. You really are adorable."

Before Lucien could react, the alpha scooped him up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack.

He struck his back with what little strength he had left, cursing breathlessly, but the effort only made his limbs go weak.

Mikhail laid him back on the bed with unexpected care. The omega curled instinctively, his body still aching as the last traces of pain slowly faded.

The alpha rubbed his chin. "Hmm. I might have set the voltage too high."

"Too high?" Lucien hissed. "You are unbelievable. Just... forget it."

He squeezed his eyes shut, teeth clenched as the soreness lingered.

Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers through Lucien’s golden hair, slow and familiar.

"Does this help?"

Lucien’s eyes flew open.

That touch felt wrong. It was exactly how Mikhail used to comfort him when they were younger, when scraped knees and nightmares were enough to bring tears to his eyes.

Warmth bloomed in his chest before twisting painfully into something bitter.

He slapped Mikhail’s hand away and turned his face aside.

"You are the reason I am like this," Lucien said coldly. "Don’t pretend you are also my cure."

Diablo frown deepened. His hand curled briefly, as if restraining the urge to pull the omega back.

He stubbed out the cigarette, then grabbed Lucien’s wrist and forced him to face him.

"I am cruel and you hate me," Mikhail said flatly. "I am gentle and you reject me. So tell me, Lucien. What exactly do you want from me?"

Lucien let out a soft, broken laugh. "For you to disappear," he said. "Stop asking questions you already know the answer to."

Mikhail’s lips curved slowly.

"Fine," he murmured as he climbed over him, pinning Lucien’s wrists above his head. "I will leave."

His golden eyes burned into the omega.

"But you are coming with me."