This is so humiliating! I can't stand seating in the same room with Luciano, not when my Stepdad has decided to 'deal with stuff in his private room.
I still don't know why Enzo, My stepfather (popularly known as Hades) had insisted that we must always have meals together except we are not home. I still also can't tell why he always emphasizes 'Family'.
'Such bag of shit!' I cussed in my mind.
I am not scared to say it up to his face or tell him how I hate him and want him dead, but, it will only make him let out his eyes on me again. The last time he told me that, he had made sure I was grounded for three months and Luciano had to bring me back from school each day.
Imagine!
That black-haired son of a mean-looking man even didn't let me talk to my boyfriend all those while. One time, he threw me over his shoulder while he raced to the car only to make me puke in front of so many people. I don't need you to imagine the evil smirk on his face, it's the same smirk he has now.
"Dickhead!" I muttered.
Setting the last cup and taking my seat at the far end which is opposite my father, I received his hot glare at me. He and his dickheaded father have this fetish thing for seats too. They insist Mom stays on that seat while I stay opposite him, right in front of him!
"Don't make me talk, Tiffany" Luciano wiggles his index and middle fingers of his left hand towards me "Come here, Now".
I glared at him, my hands gripping the table as I thought of lots of things to do to him. First I can't hit him, the last time I did, Enzo made me drive him around anywhere he wants to go for a month. He said none of his children must raise their hands on each other.
Take notes of the reasons why I want them dead, Something though.
I am beginning to think that man pushed mom off the car. Seriously, why would she fall out of a moving vehicle and the police are saying nothing about it? Not even getting Enzo arrested.
"You! where are you supposed to stay, Sweetheart?" Enzo literally growled.
I flinched as I struggled not to fall back from the chair. Looking up, I found Enzo staring at me.
"Tiffany?" He grew impatient.
An obvious fake smile appeared on my face as I stood up with my plate and cup. I made sure not to look at him in the eyes nor look at Luciano who I assume would be snorting as I can hear.
"Dad!" I tried to make it sound cheerful but failed "I was just...".
I placed the cup and plate on the table and moved the chair back. Fussing while I sat, I glared at his face this time.
'What an empty soul'.
Even his green eyes look empty, just like a graveyard. His lips were firm in straight lines and his gaze fierce.
Don't worry about thinking he would want to smash the glass cup on my head, that's just how he looks, just like the devil himself.
"You look good, Dad" I cleared my throat nervously "Are you going somewhere today?".
Enzo smiled, he stretched his right hand and touched my head. My body went rigid, all that kept coming to my mind as his hand went down to the back of my neck is for him not to slam my face on the table.
You never can tell.
I have seen him do that before, he was angry and was talking to a man who kept trying to play mute. Although I have never seen the man again but I know his face can never remain the same. To date, I bet Enzo has no idea I saw him slam someone's face on a table, an iron table for that matter until the man bleed and pass out.
His forehead had this irritating crack same as his broken jaw and...
"I just remembered when you first found me and mum five years ago" Enzo smiled for real this time "You literally pounce on me and punched the shit off my stomach".
"Yeah" I rolled my eyes "All you did was giggle like a little girl while you won't stop telling Luciano how small and soft my punches were".
I looked up to Luciano to see his gaze fixed on me, almost emotionless like his father but...there seems to be something else. Something that, I just can't explain.
"You were so pissed to find out Mum moved on seven months after your Dad got away".
As he took his hand off me, I held my cutleries and begin to move them around on my plate.
"It's time for you to move on too, Sweetheart".
My gaze narrowed as I kept looking at Enzo the Luciano. This can't be happening now, I can just let them decide my life for me because they are part of my mother's life.
Okay fine, all through my life I had gone to public school until five years ago when Enzo came into our lives and made difference. He got mum a car, changed my school to a very expensive one, and brought me my dream phone, wardrobe, and jewelry. Let's forget where he refused to let me have a car of my own.
Enzo also brought me my dream closet, made me have a room of my own, and enrolled Luciano in the same school as me.
Yes! I and that gray-eyed-always-silent jerk had to get to school every day and be back at the same time even if we are not together on our way, we must enter the compound at once.
Sometimes I wonder why Enzo has green eyes and his son gray. Although they have the same accent because they are both Italian accents, have the same jet black hair color, and have the same love for black, they even look alike.
"Get ready Tiffany, your admission just came in" Enzo smiled "You will go to college where I want you which is in the United Kingdom".
I smiled broadly, Enzo had no idea he just did me a huge favor. All through my life, I have been stuck in Florida here and now he is offering me the lifetime opportunity to be away from him and away from Luciano.
Yesssss! I just want to screammmm!
Trying to contain my excitement, I put a piece of fish in my mouth as I chew extremely slowly.
"I will give Luciano my black card so as soon as you are done eating, you get prepared to go shopping".
What else can I say, Enzo just gave me another...What?
"With Luciano?" I frowned "Daddddy, I am 18 for pit sake! I can drive, I can look after myself, I don't need a, a, a mean-looking brother and...".
My eyes involuntarily closed as Enzo stood up, placed a kiss on my forehead, and straighten his cloth.
"You both got the admission together, I have paid for an apartment near the hostel and I want you two to act the best or you stay in college here in Florida and get stuck with me" Enzo smirked.
I froze, totally speechless.
Why would he do such, why?! He knows I hate him, not pure hate but I don't like him for everything."I have something to deal with, Honey" he walked away "Come here, Luciano, I want you to watch" he yelled.
Getting ready in a black blouse and a pink short flare skirt, I walked into the car to wait for Luciano. I still can't believe Enzo had paid for all this shit for me. Even if he doesn't trust me about having lots of sex and getting pregnant, he should have remembered that I am not a child anymore. "Damn, I hate him so much!". I hate him so much that I want to do something stupid. I want to steal all his money, find what he is hiding in his private room and run away. It's been over thirty minutes and Luciano is still in his father's private room, the room he will never let me enter. A year ago, I tried to sneak into the room but before I could get to the door I received a call from Enzo. That creepy man was watching all my moves just like his son...wait a minute. "Better not". I shook my head as strap the seat belt around my waist in the front seat. Better not be that my stepbrother saw what I was doing this morning. "oh shit" I slapped my forehead "Th
This can't be happening but I know it's happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano. "Perfect!" I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone. Not even someone I can call. Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don't see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don't want to do. Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don't need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it's to tell him that it's over I just want to get that shit off my neck. Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano's room, you won't imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday. That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while. Turning back, I head to my stepfather's
My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can't be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me. I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank. 'I am done!'. I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more. "My Dad has money" I sniffed "Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money" I raised both hands in the air "Please I don't want to die. Not yet". Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach. The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn't see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck. "Just like the pictures," The man said, "Damn! Mas
Even as we are standing in the middle of a playground as if we just got pooped out by the earth, I felt my inside summersault a million times before stopping. I didn't get the chance to find out we crawled out of a freaking hole before I began to puke. One thing I remembered was not to puke over the shirt even though I was freezing in it. One hand holding up my hair and the other trying to hold the shirt and my phone down, I bent and began to puke. Gosh! My stomach was empty but I still puked. Soon, I became weak and sat on the floor close to the mess I just made. "We don't have all day or we will be dead" Luciano yanked my upper arm "get the fu... No fucking way!" He yelled. Before I knew what was happening, he let go of my arm leaving me to fall harshly to the ground. I had no time to brace myself before I heard a shattering sound. I looked at my stepbrother in disbelief as if I was trying to find another reason why he just broke my phone. "Thanks to you, they just know
That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him. No freaking way! The main reason I suddenly became scared of him was after watching him kill those men back at the house, one thing is certain. He would be tempted to just point a gun to my forehead and blow it off so that gave me every reason to run faster. I didn't know why I forgot to look back all this while but I bet looking back became a mistake. No sign of Luciano at all, all that was there was one of the bags he had c
This should be a bed, maybe or maybe not. I just feel it's so soft, comfortable, and somehow warm on my left-hand side. With a low groan, I stretched and held my pounding head that felt as if it would come off anytime soon.It wasn't clear but I saw it, very sure.'Luciano?'What the hell does he think he is doing laying on the same bed with me? Slowly getting up to a seating position, I glared at him sleeping peacefully on the same bed with me. My head hurts and I can't think of the right thing to do now.I raised my left hand to touch my head and I found it wrapped! In a panic, I used both hands, trying to know what I had bandaged around my head until I remembered what had happened. This asshole stepbrother of mine hit me real hard and even drugged me."Son of a urggh!"Without thinking, I slapped Luciano hard across his face. Yes, I slapped him really hard and I felt satisfied. Well, not fully satisfied as I watch him stir in his sleep and before he could do anything or open his ey
This can’t be happening! Well, it is because nothing else can explain why I would be in a room for two days only to have my stepbrother bring me different food daily and put me to sleep. I would want to tell him, that I am no longer a child but…that asshole gets his way.The annoying cheers from the men outside kept me awake for who knows long. I can’t tell what time it is but for sure, it’s already late. Late than having a bottle of water and pizza because I asked for a pizza with pineapple.“They can be so silly at the time,” I told myself.Call me silly, but I already started a conversation with myself, planning on how to escape my insane brother. Frankly, I will say he has lots of problems with just coming, watching me eat, taking pictures of me, and walking out. Not anymore, I will let him know that I have other sides of me that he shouldn’t mess with.Watching the dry leftover pizza, I shed a single tear, not because I was sad, but because I love pizza, and giving me a dry one i
That’s it! My stepbrother is a perverted killer that took killing people as a normal thing?Even after we had that little argument about not being grateful, I wonder what he meant until he came into the room with a sly smile on his face and two ID cards in his hand. He threw them both at my face and stood with his arms folded across his chest.My jaw dropped, I can’t tell why I am seeing my face on the ID but another name. Damn, I haven’t heard of that name in my entire life and with that pleased look on his face, I can’t trust him one bit.“Who is Amara Ego?” I asked.I noticed an unpleasant glare on Luciano’s face as he shrugged and walked to the window and closed it. He began to dress the bed before looking up at my face and grinning.“It’s Amira Ugo,” he said “But if you love Amara, I can make that for you”.Pointing at the other card, he bit his lower lip as I watch him anticipate what my expression would be like. I didn’t want to act pissed but I did, glaring at him as if I would