CHAPTER EIGHT

Achilles left the kitchen before everyone else did. I purposely played with my food, ignoring the presence of the people around me.

“Did you touch me last night?” I asked.

Emilio snickered. Xiomar just ignored my question and I was getting sick of being ignored.

“I am asking you. Did any of you touch me last night?”

“Watch your tone.”

Katarina has left us, saying she had things to go pick up from some room. I figured it was an excuse but I still resented the fact that she left me with them.

“Touched you how pretty bird?” Emilio asked, placing his hands underneath his chin while staring at me.

“Someone came on me.”

That made him whistle. “And you know what cum is how? I thought all the daughters of Mafia were innocent brainwashed virgins”, his eyes gleamed with mischief.

I was innocent, but I had done my own research. I didn't answer him him, just raised my head up from my plate and stared into his blue eyes.

“If you were the one that touched me, I would cut your fingers off.”

I didn't know when exactly I was lifted up and placed down on the counter. All I felt was the air getting knocked out of my ribs, the pain from the edges. I screamed.

“Apologize.”

Xiomar.

He seemed calmer than his brothers. Even when I had gotten the tattoo. He was the only one that smiled at me. When did he get up?

“It's okay if she has a little fire, X. It'll be fun snuffing it out.” Emilio chides him.

Tears sting at the back of my eye but I wouldn't give in. “I don't want to get raped.”, I cried out.

“He didn't rape you. You are not in any position to be threatening anyone of us. Know your place,” replys X.

“Fine. But I would lock the room wherever I am kept at all times.”

“It wouldn't matter. We could enter whenever we wanted to.”

The tears came falling at that. One of the things I had lost on my fathers house after I had run away was privacy. My door was taken off it's hinges for two years, I was removed from school. My phone was seized.

I had hoped with marriage, I would gain autonomy. Yet somehow, fate just had to make me get captured by the worst people ever.

“Fine,” I heaved out. He let go of me, stepping back from in-between my legs. He didn't go too far though and when I felt his hands on my thighs, I froze.

He stroked the tattoo gently, while I tried to calm my breathing down. Emilio looked like he was getting the show of his life, his pupil blown out like he was high.

Was he enjoying his brother touching me?

“This is our family mark you know. The reason you are alive,” X whispers, touching his work. I don't know why I had insisted on the same tattoo they had on that day. I was being foolish.

“Well, I didn't know then you guys were a bunch of scum Mafia men,” I reply shockingly.

“You think Mafia men are scum. Interesting. You were about to marry one.” He replies.

“That's none of your business.”

“Really,” he says, his hand going up, following the tracings of ink. I felt him raise my towel a bit, a little more and he'll see my pussy.

“I think it's my business, I want to know why you came into the shop that day. How old were you then? 18?”

I was actually 16, but they'll know I lied to them then. I kept my mouth shut.

Emilio still say opposite us, watching intensely.

The slap landed on my legs. The pain went straight to my head and I gasoed out loud. “Apologize,” X repeated.

Right.

“I am sorry for threatening you. If you would refrain from such actions, I wouldn't have to.” I told Emilio.

That earned me another spank on my laps. They stung and I forced myself to look away and bite my lips.

They wouldn't catch me getting turned on.

“Well, go meet Katarina. She's probably waiting for you.”

Xiomar finally gives me space and I heave a sigh of relief. The burn stil lingered but I kept my head high as I left the kitchen.

“So, let's get you sorted out,” Katrina says to me, her voice much cooler than before. I guess now she realizes who I am to the boys, she doesn't see why she has to be nice to me.

“I'll be okay with a couple of sweatpants and t-shirts,” I say with a smile. “Probably light colors, pinks, baby blue. A lot of tank tops.”

She nodded, typing something down in her phone. “Anything else?”

“No, well, shorts.”

I had not worn shorts in so many years. Katrina cast a look down to my thigh and her eyes visibly widened as she saw the tattoo. “Interesting, Xiomar did that?”

It seemed everyone knew his work. “Yes,” I replied. “Well, it's a good thing then. He's very talented.”

I nod because it's true. It was a piece of art. I wasn't going to praise him to her hearing though. Not after what he just did to me.

Emilio swaggered out of the kitchen and stopped as he saw us standing together. “Little bird.” he whispered, walking towards me with a creepy smile.

Out of all the brothers, he was the one I was more scared of. He looked , unhinged. And it wasn't the scars, or the dyed hair to differentiate him from his almost identical siblings, it was that crazy glint in his eye.

It was also the fact that I am certain he was the one to kill my husband.

“Can I not go shopping with her?” I say stupidly. I decided that I want to test the boundaries of this situation, to know exactly what the boys wants from me.

Emilio let's out a tooting sound. “Don't make me call X on you. He'll probably spank you harder,” he says.

Katarina looks like she wants to throw up and I honestly have some barf of embarrassment stuck in my throat. “It is fine, she can go alone. Just thought I would be best at selecting what I actually wanted.”

“Well, pretty bird, all you have to do for now is stay indoors. Now, come play with me.”

I really didn't want to.