The Devil's Harem

Chapter - 203

As Alex and Damien cautiously followed the big man into the dimly lit alleyway, a sense of unease settled deep in their guts. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, making the whole place feel like a freaking horror movie. The big man, looking like a giant beast, led them further into the narrow space.

"Alright, cough it up, you little prying rats. What the hell do you think you're doing, snooping around in other people's business?" The big man roared at them, his voice booming with aggression. "Who sent you? Dogs of Hell?"

Damien furrowed his brow in frustration. "Dogs of Hell? Who in the hell are they?" he retorted. "Look, man, like we said earlier, we are not here to cause any trouble. We're sorry if we crossed a line."

Alex interrupted, trying to lighten the tension. "Dogs of Hell? That's a funny name," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Wait... If you think about it, it's actually cool... Dogs Of Hell."

The big man ignored Alex's attempt at humour, his gaze fixed on Damien. "Trouble? Do you think you two dipshits are capable of causing trouble in my territory?" he sneered. "Well, newsflash, boys. This ain't your neighbourhood. You don't mess around here without consequences," he growled menacingly.

"Not even the Dogs of Hell dare to snoop around this neighbourhood."

Once again, the big man mentioned the Dogs of Hell, and it only served to deepen their confusion.

"Hell with the Dogs of Hell again. We have nothing to do with that damn gang you keep talking about," Damien insisted, his voice tinged with frustration, "We are here for something personal. But if that's a problem, we will leave now. Let's go, brother," he said, hoping to defuse the situation.

But the big man wasn't having any of the bullshit. He stepped in front of Damien and stopped him from leaving.

"Oh, sorry... Did I say you can leave?" The big man jeered, his tone laced with arrogance. "Listen, shithead, you came here of your own will, but you can't leave on your own two legs unless I... Your father wants you to," he warned Damien, a sinister glint in his eyes. The big man seemed determined to exert his dominance and control over them.

"Why are you trying to make things difficult for--" Damien started to protest, but he was swiftly interrupted by the big man.

"I don't wanna hear your pathetic excuses!" The big man spat, his voice booming with aggression, "Do you think I care about your lame justifications? You're trespassing where you don't belong, and now you're gonna learn a lesson," he snarled, deliberately spitting on Damien a couple of times to intimidate and demean them.

Fear crept into Damien's heart as he realized they were trapped. And at the same time, the big man whistled, and the sound cut through the tense atmosphere. Soon, four more men emerged from the shadows, blocking Alex and Damien's escape route. The reality of their predicament sank in, tightening Damien's chest with a suffocating grip.

"You see, boys? This is what happens when you mess with the wrong crowd," the big man taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You thought you could just waltz in here and spy on people? Well, guess again." He eyed his men as they started walking in close, closing in on their prey.

Panic surged through Damien, and he spoke in panic, "Wait, please! We didn't mean any harm. We're just two stupid kids who got carried away. We won't do it again, I swear."

The big man's gaze bore down on Damien, a mixture of disdain and satisfaction evident in his eyes. He leaned in closer, his voice oozing with a malicious edge. "You listen here, you scared little puppy," he sneered. "I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let you off easy. But remember this day and what you saw. If you ever cross paths with me again, it won't end well for you."

As the big man leaned in, a wayward spit landed on Damien's face, adding to his growing unease. Alex's eyes narrowed with fury when he witnessed Damien being mistreated. The insult crossed a line, igniting a fire within him.

"Thank you, sir," Damien managed to stammer, his voice trembling with a mix of gratitude and fear. He grabbed Alex's arm, desperate to escape this dangerous situation.

"Yeah... Yeah... leave before you start crying," the big man mocked, relishing in their vulnerability.

As they hurriedly made their way past the men, insults were hurled at them from all sides. The words stung like venom, each one a cruel reminder of their powerlessness.

"Hey... Look at them sway their asses, don't you feel something?" one of the men sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

"A bunch of scared little pussies, what else?" another chimed in, their laughter echoing through the alley.

"They are not pussies... They are now going to crawl back into their mother's smelly pussy,"

And suddenly, Alex stopped. He could bear anything... But Alex couldn't bear to let this one go. His anger reached a boiling point, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Damien's heart sank, fearing the consequences of what Alex was about to do.

"Dude... No... now is not the time," Damien whispered urgently to Alex, desperately trying to rein in his friend's rage.

But Alex's eyes blazed with a fiery determination. His gaze locked onto the big man, his eyes turning blood red with fury. "There is no time," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Never do you let anyone disrespect your mother."

At that moment, Alex's rage had already consumed him.

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