Hot Brothers

ZAYLA

The door swung open and two bulky men stepped in. My heart rate picked up, as if synced with the thick and heavy tension, that suddenly enveloped the room.

"Hello, brother."

My gaze shifted to the owner of the voice. I could only see his side profile, and Just like the hot guy, he was muscularly built and tall. Dressed in an onyx button-down short sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Tucked into neatly ironed black pants, which he easily pulled off with his long legs.

"We always come at the right time, don't we, brother?" He playfully smacked the hot guy's shoulder and turned towards me.

"Hi," he flashed me a grin.

My chest made a flip flop movement, as my gaze settled on his face.

I needn't be told they were brothers, he was very identical to him, but had a whole different vibe. Unlike the hot guy, he had no visible tats, his eyes were a pair of warm, honey-brown irises, his hair, dark and long, which he tied back. An overly mischievous grin was marred on his face— Facade.

He's extremely handsome, in a dark, yet warm way.

I ignored him and shifted my gaze to the other guy.

"Ouch," he hissed. "I'm trying to be nice, you know? I'm Zane, you?"

I shot him a brief glance and returned it to the other guy. Dressed sharply in a dark-grey, three-piece suit, he looked... Ruthless. I settled my gaze on his face, and the word, 'If looks could kill' immediately came to mind. His eyes were identical to mine, but colder and steel. Unlike his brothers, his hair was a neatly shaved buzz cut, and that... Paired with the suit, made him look almost immaculate, except for the scowl marred on his face.

His scowl deepened. He seemed to hate being stared at for a long time. Then, a muscle ticked in his jaw.

"Quit staring at me, fucker."

His voice was calm — dangerously calm. He glared hard at me, before he looked away and brushed past his brothers, further into the room.

"See? I was nicer."

The man I now know to be Zane, chimed in, although his voice was laced with mockery.

Fuck hot guy. Fuck mr. three-piece suit. Fuck Mr. trying to be nice.

I need to get out of here.

I returned my gaze to hot guy, he was also looking at me.

I would've kept my backpack to myself if I'd known, getting it back was gonna give me a hard time, like right now.

Imagine requesting for my own bag?

"Can I get my bag and leave?"

There was a slight shift in his face, too quick, I barely caught it.

"No." He mouthed and walked off to join his brothers on the couch.

Just like that? What the hell?

I tried so hard to rein in how angry I'd gotten, I ran my fingers through my hair and went after him.

"What do you mean, no? Didn't I make myself clear enough?"

The three men instantly turned their attention towards me, and suddenly the room felt five sizes too small. Their stares pinned me to the spot like I was on a trial.

Run. Zayla. Run.

Every inch of me screamed to run, but my feet wouldn't move. Didn't even budge.

Fuck! I sucked in a harsh breath.

Since running wasn't an option, I was left with one option— keep talking. At least, it would make me look bold.

Mr. three-piece suit, was the first to lower his gaze. His disdain for me was extremely obvious, he didn't even bother to hide it. Too much for someone you just met in less than thirty minutes? Wow. But don't worry, the feeling is mutual.

My gaze, still pinned on the man I knocked on last night. I continued.

"I'm being as calm as I can right now, you wouldn't want to know how angry I can get."

His lips curved up with amusement and curiosity. He knew I was bluffing. Fuck him!

"I need you to hand over my bag to me, right this moment."

"Damn, she's got some fiery fire. I like her already, brother." Zane drawled, his grin sharp and knowing. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"And If I don't?" Came green eyes reply.

"Fine. Watch me." I snapped.

And they did.

I straightened my shirt, the realization that I was still in his goddamn pajama, made me more enraged.

I turned and marched towards the hallway.

Before I could even make it to the doorstep, my arm was forcefully gripped and pulled back.

"The hell do you think you're doing?"

His grip on my arm tightened, sharp pain biting in.

I bit back the pain and forced my gaze to meet his. "To get my bag!"

He dragged me back to the living room, while I struggled to get off his tight grip. He twirled my body to face him, his eyes dark with rage. Every good thought I had about him last night, dissipated.

"Listen to me carefully," his voice was rough, as he yanked my head up, to make sure I met his gaze. "You won't leave this place, till I'm sure you're fucking saying the truth, do you hear me?"

I glared at him, thrashing against his hold.

"Do you hear me?" He demanded, and tightened his hold, intentionally making it hurt.

Pain seared through my chest. "Let go of me!"

I felt the others looking at me. They should rot.

"You won't try anything stupid, do you hear me?"

His hand clamped down tighter. I'm sure a bruise is forming on my arm.

I bit down a pained cry. My eyes felt itchy.

"You don't want to know how angry I can get, Zayla." He smirked, as he used my words against me.

He dared to call my name.

"Go fuck yourself!" I spat on his face.

"Motherfucker!" He cussed and threw me violently on the couch.

"Fuckkk, who's this girl?" Zane grinned, obviously entertained. He glanced my way, his brows quirked up.

I gave him the middle finger, and he grinned wider. Asshole.

I reached for my arm for any bruise.

The douchebag had warded off to possibly clean his face.

What's worse could he do when he returns? Beat me to death, again?? I have a cruel fate, so I'm certain I'd wake up again.