Anger

Dimitri

Anger, fury. That is all I can feel right now. No one needs to be told to stay away. I'm sure anyone in their right sense would know to stay away from me at the moment so I do not understand what Carter is doing pulling me off the punching bag that I'm enjoying hitting right now. He knows that there's no better way to get rid of my frustrations.

“ What the fuck are you doing man? What the hell is wrong with you?

Two questions in the same sentence and a serious looking face. Something must be going on with him. “ Why the hell would you question me?" I say as I take another swing at the object.

“ Why do you keep hitting? He's been dead for at least ten minutes but you still continue to hit him. You already broke his skull. Tell me man, what is going on?"

“ He stole from me. He fucking stole from me." I say as my voice drops.

“ We both know there's more to it. It's not the first time anyone has tried stealing from you. It's not the first time you've killed any of the theives but you usually don't stay long trying to make sure they're dead. You know to trust the works of your hands. Tell me bro. You know you can talk to me." He says putting a hand on my shoulder which I immediately shrug off.

“ Get touchy with me again and I'll break your hand." I lower my voice trying to sound lethal but trust Carter not to feel the least bit scared.

“ Now I'm convinced there's something wrong. You just tried to scare me off like I'm one of your employees and it's not working. You been acting out of character lately and you keep beating a body long after life left it. Plus you haven't returned home in four days Tell me. Is it a woman?"

“ There isn't a woman, alive or dead, that can manage to make me agitated." I say with a tone of finality to make him understand that I do not want to continue with this conversation. All I need is silence and something to destroy and him coming in here to talk about a woman, that woman, isn't really what I need right now.

“ So it is a woman. Do I know her? Is she new or is she a certain future bride of yours?"

I really want to punch that stupid smirk off his face. Why would he think that I would be out here thinking about her when I have a lot of work to do like trying to catch the rats in my organization. Instead of responding and prolonging the topic, I opt for staying quiet so that he can finally understand that I do not wish to talk about this but trust him to always try to get under my skin.

“ Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone and I don't know if you know this, but I do know a thing or two about women. I could give you lessons if you're willing to learn and not be forever brooding. I could school you on how to satisfy women inside and outside of the bedroom." He adds and finally leaves.

I take the rest of my Brandy in one gulp and I still don't feel better. I tried to take out my anger on this dumb piece of shit and it didn't work either. The fucker is not even good enough to rid me of it. “ Useless" I say and finally head out of the basement to my room. I turn on the shower and the moment I close my eyes, my mind conjures up her face. I really want to get back at her. To punish her for the greatest disrespect that I have ever experienced.

How dare she hit me? I can't get the image out of my head. How dare she raise her hand at me. She has no fear. I guess living with the Intruders is taking its toll on her.

They walk into my life and try to steal everything from me after destroying my family and now the older bastard is trying to take her away from me. I should probably blame it on him not knowing that she's mine but I doubt if there would be a different reaction if he does know.

Their family knows nothing about boundaries. They're so blinded by greed that they don't know where to draw the line.

I'm suddenly distracted by the sound of my phone ringing and I pick it up and answer “ We were finally able to track down the parcels. We're headed back." I hang up and put the phone back in place. At least that's someone that can get something done.

I sit back on the bed and my mind immediately drifts back to the one person that it definitely shouldn't. I really have to punish her for the utter disrespect but that will come a little after I get her out of that house. I have to go back to tell my bride about the change of plans.

Annoying and uncomfortable can hardly describe the ride back to the house. Ever since I was a kid, I have always wanted to leave that place especially because of that man. It was always a duty to be there and we know how tiring duties can get no matter how much you enjoy doing them.

I had to live through his torment for eighteen years. My mother was always treated like a stranger in that house. Never acknowledged, never respected or anything. The only reason the servants ever had any regard for her was because of my grand father.

The man would never let anyone disrespect he in his presence but I don't think there's any greater disregard than having to flaunt other women in the presence of your wife. I still think she's stupid for choosing to marry him. The bastard never once tried to help her. Not even when she had her episodes. He would rather spend many nights away than have to deal with her madness. His words not mine. He finally had all his prayers answered the moment she finally died.

He couldn't even wait for her body to hit the ground before bringing his favorite whore and making her the mistress of the house. It was no secret that they had a kid together seeing as he never tried to hide it. He even had a picture of his other family on his desk but never for once acknowledged me.

I know the only reason I get to inherit anything is because of the deal he made with both my grandfathers and even that is not enough to ensure I get it. He still had to leave things open for the bastard to try and take over everything. I'll be damned if I let him get his heart's desire.

I finally drive in through the gates and head towards the big, proud mansion. The darkest place. I park right in front of the house and I see the valet walk towards where I'm parked. I get out and throw the keys at him. He knows where to put it. For some reason I don't even understand,my mood darkens more than before and I want to hit at something or someone.

“ God morning sir" comes the greeting I do not bother to respond to. For some reason, I decide not to go straight to the office or my room instead I head out back to the garden. I hear the playful bark of Brutus. Who would be playing with him? I thought I trained him to know and only be loyal to me. Why would anyone go close to him.

As I round up the corner. I hear loud sounds of laughter. I recognize the voice immediately. The sound of her laughter makes me consider letting go of my initial idea of punishment but the next thing I see makes me want to break everything.

There she is sitting beautifully on the steps connected to the back door. Brutus runs back to her with the ball in his mouth. He drops it at her feet and she gives him a rewarding rub behind his ears. I thought she was scared of him. I'm sure she nearly pissed herself the first time she saw him and he was still a puppy then.

Seated right beside her is my bastard brother with a matching wide smile on his face. It's like the sun is directing it's rays at them and I can't help but picture them as a couple. They will be the perfect fit. They look like the perfect happy couple. I hate this. My problem is not even with her. My problem is with him coming after everything after I stake my claim on it.

I knew I wanted to hit someone. I can't stop myself from walking up to them.

“ You're such a good boy Cerberus." She says while still running behind his ears. Who the hell is Cerberus?

“ What is going on here?"

The place suddenly goes silent. Even Brutus doesn't make a sound. So I'm scary enough to silence her. She doesn't turn to look at me. “ We were just playing with the dog."

“ Don't you have anything better to do than waste time here with the dog. I guess it's easy for you to sit back and relax and have everything handed over to you. You don't have to lift a finger to take everything away. I guess it's a family thing."

He suddenly gets up as if to fight me but tries to control himself. I can feel his inner struggle but I don't want him to keep it in check. I seriously need a reason to hit him. I guess I didn't need to take my anger out on just anything.

I just needed to take it out on the true source of the anger. How dare he come into my life and try to make things difficult for me. Come at me you bastard. Meanwhile, she still doesn't look at me.

I decide to test his limits and there's only one way to do so. “ Isn't that the same thing your mother does. Sit around and waste time but still finds a way to wrap her fingers around everything. I guess you've learned to work smart from her. That was what she did with my father. Sit back and waited only a few years for his legal wife to die so that she can come running for her position."

“ How dare you?" He's about to throw a punch when she finally gives a reaction. She grabs on to his hand with both her hands. “ Please don't. Please." A moment of silent communication and understanding passes between them and that's what finally sets me off.

I forcefully pull her away from him and punch him across the face with my right hand. I don't give him the time to recover before I hit him again. He takes a swing at me that I don't see coming and hits me on my jaw. So he does know how to throw a punch.

All I see right now is red and I want to take out my frustrations. How dare he put his hands on the things that belong to me. Him and his family are the reason my mother ended up so unhappy, then there's an opening for him in my father's will concerning my family's legacy and now he's trying to take away the one thing that will help me make sure it's secured for me.

There are suddenly screams around and before I know it, we're being pulled away from each other.

“ You have to control yourself." Where the hell did Trent come from?

I can see Rina and Alana rushing to his side. In fact everyone rushes to his side to try to clean him up except her. Where the hell has she gone? Even the maids are panicking because their favorite prince just got hit. I should have done better breaking his face.

His mother takes his face in her hands “ Honey, what happened between you both. Why couldn't you just control yourself?"

“ You should ask the fool. He just came at me like an animal. I'm sure even Brutus has better manners. There was nothing wrong he just came at me." Everyone suddenly turns to look at me with judging eyes as if waiting for me to defend my actions. I owe no one an explanation.

She then comes into sight, running towards him with a first aid kit. She takes out something from the kit and tries to rub it on the place I got him. How dare she not even look at me? How dare she run to take care of him while I'm still stood in front of her.

She had no problem hitting me when I called her a whore so why the hell can't she look at me right now. Before I can stop myself, I suddenly say

“ Touch him and I'll make sure you're the last thing he manages to ever touch." That is enough to get her to look at me. It gets everyone looking at me. She looks at me like she's trying to stop me from saying anything but I don't care.

“ I'll break him some more if you touch him. Trust me, I won't let it pass like the last time if you touch him." Everyone's eyes are wide open questioningly trying to make sense of what I'm saying. I walk towards where they are all stood and pull her away from him and force her to where I was standing.

“ Please let go of my daughter!" Her mother says in an attempt to get her away from me. Sorry but your daughter already signed herself off to me. She belongs to me.

She looks at me as if trying to plead with me not to say anything after she put me in this position. You know what happened the last time you let him touch you and you still went ahead to sit and laugh with him all because I've been away from the house for a few days.

I just smile and say “ How can I let go of your daughter when we are so in love and getting married soon?"