[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 111: The Devil Counter Attack

Taking advantage of their heated mess of a moment, when the Devil was too lost in lust to think, Lucien slid his hand into the alpha’s half-open trousers.

He found the gun holstered there and pulled it out quickly, pressing the muzzle hard against Mikhail’s stomach.

"Move back. Now."

Mikhail smirked, that infuriating, arrogant curve of his mouth. "You won’t dare shoot me."

"Hah, save your confidence somewhere else, Diablo." Lucien pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore into the alpha’s shoulder. Mikhail staggered as blood spilled down his arm and dripped into the soil, disappearing into the thirsty earth.

Lucien himself froze. He had aimed for the stomach. He had meant to tear the Devil apart. Yet his body refused to go through with it and the realization stung sharply in his chest.

’No. Absolutely not. Fuck no,’ he thought.

Mikhail laughed through gritted teeth, bitter and furious. "Stop pretending to be hard to get. You were cute for a moment, but if you push me again, a bullet will be in your head already."

Lucien shook with disbelief. "You say you’re my alpha, my mate, and you still want to kill me?"

The Devil’s grin stretched wider as he tilted his head. "I’d rather see you dead than be owned by someone else. After that, I’ll kill myself and follow you to hell. We will be together forever."

In Lucien’s eyes, Mikhail was completely unhinged. His expression twisted with pain, but his golden eyes glowed with joy, like the whole situation lit some twisted pleasure inside him.

It made Lucien step back, knowing well this madman would still run at him even with a bullet in his skull.

"Why do you hate me so much anyway? I know you feel what I feel," Mikhail growled.

"The helplessness. The vulnerability. The way your body gives up the moment I touch you. We are the same."

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Lucien tightened his grip on the gun, trembling with anger.

"You killed my father. You killed Vincent’s mother. You even smiled at his funeral and you dare ask me why."

Mikhail fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed into something darker. "That is true. But you wouldn’t be Don if they were still alive."

Lucien’s blood boiled, veins rising on his temple. "Bastard! How dare you!"

He lunged forward and kicked Mikhail right in the stomach. The alpha dropped to the ground. Lucien stomped the wounded shoulder again, voice breaking with fury.

"I would rather they lived. I don’t care about this throne. It means nothing, nothing compared to them."

He couldn’t believe this man had the audacity to show his face. To stand before the child of the people he killed. To love him on top of that.

"You don’t deserve to live." Lucien pointed the gun at Mikhail’s head.

His eyes were red, desperate, full of grief he had held in for years.

He remembered the Mikhail from his childhood. The one who guarded him. Trained him, protected him, loved him.

And now that man is gone. Replaced by a monster.

Lucien was not just angry. He was broken.

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why did you kill them?"

Mikhail’s expression was hard to read, shadows crossing his gaze. "Because you would be the one who died."

Before Lucien could process the words, he felt a sharp sting on his foot. He looked down and saw a small syringe lodged in his skin.

His eyes shot wide as he tried to pull the trigger, but his vision spun and the gun slipped from his fingers.

He collapsed to his knees, fingers digging into the dry leaves as his breath came uneven and weak.

"Fuck! No! No!" His voice came out thin and fading.

He could not fall here. Not after everything he had done and not able to say. Not after hurting Edmund and leaving him by the shore with a promise that he could come back to him.

Not when things with the Twins had finally begun to mend. When they are finally able to reach him and reach their happiness.

Lucien couldn’t leave them with another broken heart.

"Edmund... Adrian," His voice shook. "Silas... I’m sorry."

Mikhail crouched in front of him. Lucien could barely see him through the blur. A warm hand brushed his hair aside.

"Sorry, Lucien. But I need to do this," Mikhail murmured softly. "I—"

Then everything dissolved into darkness.

***

Mikhail gazed at his omega, already asleep and barely breathing evenly, and something inside him twisted again.

He stood up slowly and pulled off his own shirt before placing it over Lucien’s body with a tenderness that felt painfully out of place for a man like him.

He then took Lucien’s trousers and eased them onto him with careful hands, the kind of care he wished he had been allowed to show openly.

He leaned close to the omega’s ear, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, and whispered, "I’m sorry, Lucien. It’s better for you not to know the truth."

The words tasted bitter. His chest tightened as he grabbed it subconsciously, as if he could hold the pain still.

Rejection was still rejection, even when he understood the reason behind it. It didn’t matter how strong he was or how much blood he had spilled.

The ache was the same. It tore him apart all the same.

He lifted his Star into his arms, holding him as though he was carrying something sacred. The weight was familiar yet heavier than before, as if every unspoken word added to it.

His broken heart and his broken omega. Perfectly matched in their damage.

He started to move, fully aware that the Leopard was already on the hunt. The echo of a gunshot confirmed it.

Mikhail let out a low groan that was half frustration and half weary amusement.

"Damn it. Can that jerk be more patient?"

He ran with his Star in his arms, moving through trees and uneven ground without slowing. The shots kept coming. The shouting never stopped. He ignored it all.

Fighting an enraged alpha was the last thing he intended to do while wounded and holding the one person he refused to lose again. He finally smelled the ocean and knew he was close.

He might be unhinged, but Diablo was not reckless enough to throw Lucien into danger. Not now. Not when he finally had him back.

The shoreline came into view. His men were waiting, their clothes stained with blood. The escape had been loud and messy, exactly as expected.

At least none of his people died. He scoffed. "Well, the Twinster aren’t on this island. That’s why."

"Boss! Faster!" Noah shouted once he spotted him.

Mikhail picked up speed and reached the ferry just as it was about to pull away. He carried Lucien onboard and turned back just in time to see Edmund appear from the treeline.

The man’s shot flew clean and hit the ferry’s side, but the ship was already moving, already claimed, already leaving.

And then Diablo’s smile spread across his face, sharp and triumphant, the kind of smile that struck straight at the spine of anyone who knew what it meant.

He shouted across the shrinking distance, "I told you I will take him back! He is mine!"

The wind carried his voice clearly. He did not stop. "Take him from me if you can!"

Edmund roared so loudly the trees shook. "Arrghh! Diablo! I will kill you!"

But the ferry was already gliding farther into the open sea.

And for now, Mikhail held the upper hand.