"So nice to meet you brother, I've heard so much about you!" He exclaimed, looking and sounding his age for once.He stood awkwardly as Alistair who reached him halfway up his chest, hugged him tightly.Isla, Frederick and Luca all had smug looks on their faces while Charlene had the most shocked look in her face.This boy, his brother from another father, Alistair, just tried to kill him and was now hugging him?!*The tension in the air could be cut through with a needle. They were all seated on different couches; Isla and Luca together and the rest of them separately while Charlene stood like the obedient maid she was, stiff and unblinking behind Isla and Luca's couch, directly opposite his.He moved his eyes to Alistair, "Don't you dare, ever, tamper with my dreads and beards again." he warned icily.Alistair's eyes widened then narrowed arrogantly, "You looked like a slave brought out from the deepest of jungles, I had to have them chopped off...and where's a thank you for saving
"Be gone."He had been too occupied, suppressing his jealousy and hurt and betrayal and anger from radiating off of him, that he didn't notice the scared looks Isla and Alistair sent him or feel the bad omen of the future days.If he had, he would have beaten all odds and murdered Luca straight up.*He spent a month, a damned month in the darkest prison in Luca's mansion or rather his family's mansion, the Kings mansion.He was fed only once a day, he trained for eighteen out of twenty four hours in a day. He had the most brutal trainer, the infamous Ruzael, he sustained as much injuries as the punching bags he used for training.No one was allowed to see him or they just didn't see the need to visit; Alistair being the only exception. He came down to him everyday and when he left, he had to try not to rip out his mouth and eyes.Charlene never came down; she was a maid anyway plus she would be enjoying Luca's company too much.When he finally came out after a month, he spent another
"Do not test my patience, Ms. Charlene". He spat, gripping the steering wheel tightly that his knuckles ached.She faced him her face expressionless."Di not test mine too, Mr. Victor. You better start this car and get us out of here before one of Luca's men discover I am missing and comes search for me and trust me nothing you speak will get you out of the mess you'll be in; I would definitely win a plaque if I entered the film making industry." She smiled, "so drive now, will you?".*They had been driving for over two hours yet they hadn't come across any town or house; highways and bushes had been their companion...and also silence.Charlene was presently humming a tune nonchalantly to herself and he had to force himself not to snap at her to keep shut. He was sure she had a personality disorder; one minute, she was pleading with him meekly with tear filled eyes, the next she was blackmailing him with mischievous eyes. One moment, she was kissing him with hunger and passion; the n
Luca grabbed it immediately; Alistair, Isla and Frederico peeking in as Luca played the tape.They watched Vincent stalk into the garage, obviously angry and to the Jeep assigned to him. They watched Charlene enter in her work attire and follow after him slowly. They watched Vincent enter his car and Charlene enter after him and watched many seconds later as the car drive out of the garage and out the mansion huge gates."Who's the damned guard that let them out!" Luca shouted furiously.When no one responded, they all looked up.The guard was gone.*"Oh no...." Alistair growled in his deadly voice that one would never recognize as that of a 14 year old. The rest of them knew what was coming."Alistair wait..." Isla called grabbing hold of his arm. He shoved her away roughly and stalked away, suddenly seeming big and threatening despite his small stature."Luca call him to order!" Isla shouted, her eyes wide and fearful. Not those innocent guards, maybe not innocent, but Alistair had
"You can stop the act now, Charlene, people are gone." he informed her coldly. Her cries decreased to cute whimpers."Please carry me in your arms and feed me when we get there unless I'll cry so loud, Luca will come get me." She threatened in a tear filled voice, so softly that for a second, his heart chilled.She raised her head and her red lips smirked at him, "Get on with it, darling."*Alistair's face was one of horror, his blade cluttered down to the floor as he stared down at his unconscious sister in a pool of her own blood."Miss Isla!" The guard howled and dropped to the floor, his hands hovering over her, shaking but not touching. Alistair snapped back to reality."Get away from her!" He barked, pushing the guard away. He dropped down to his knees, his heart pounding in fear, guilt, regret, the most, fear and in that moment, he felt like the little child he was, scared and uncertain."Oh I'm sorry..." he whimpered, placing his hands under her neck and back carefully. He did
"You bought it, man?" Blue overall guy asked, watching him, his gushing hose forgotten.He entered and slammed the door, starting the car immediately."You could have at least warned me!"He was out of the carwash in a flash and speeding into the highway.He swallowed down his guilt as he passed Charlene pacing beside his parked car, now hers; the bundle of money and car key he left her on his seat in her hands.Her distraught tear-stricken face hunted him till he got to his destination.*Men are evil! Men are evil! Charlene thought. She swiped her hand over her face in a desperate attempt to stop her tears from flowing.How could he leave her that way!? How could he be so heartless and leave her in an unknown restaurant in the middle of nowhere!?She stomped her foot on the ground not caring about the curious eyes and how she looked holding a thick bundle of money in her hand, wearing maid cloths and acting like a deserted girlfriend. That was exactly what she felt like. She should
Andrew flinched but regained composure immediately. "It was a mistake. We can talk this out, Victor. Take a deep breath.""The only one who will be taking a deep breath is this gun right here." And in a flash, Andrew was on the floor, dead as a stick, blood gushing out of the bullet wound in his head. Silence reigned in the gym room until Victor whirled around, eyes blazing."If someone doesn't give a rundown on what has been going on since I was gone then be prepared to join your boss in hell."*Victor looked down at Andrew's dead body and then stalked out of the gym room.What has he done?He shut the door to Andrew's room. One look around and he slid down the wall, his limbs shaking.What has he done?His palm came over his mouth as the first sobs came out. His body racked with sobs, the tears flowed down his hard bruised face, down his manly eyes that never cried, down his hard cheeks that barely smiled, down his stiff jaw.He cried.Why had he let his anger take over him? This wa
"No....no...hospital."There was an unmistakable British accent.She looked back up. No one was out but the phones were still out. She grew furious. So what if she wasn't passing at that moment? They would have left the boy on the floor to die!? They would have videoed until the boy died then put it on the Internet for people to lament and what?She wiped her tears and gently picked the little boy, no more than 14 years in her arms."No...hospital." the boy murmured again before his eyes slid shut.*Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.Who was he?Then she remembered."Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.She