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! Massimo is going to love...".
A piercing scream escaped my throat as I felt it, warm and liquid. I was not mistaken, was I?
Opening my eyes I scream again, the man that was once standing in front of me is now laying lifeless on the floor drowning in his own pool of blood. My face, hair, and cloth were covered in his blood and some other think stuff from his body.
"Sweet Jesus!" I panicked "Swee..."
I could not get myself to say any more words as I placed my palm on my mouth and began to gag. Before I knew what was happening, I threw up what I had eaten some minutes ago.
I gaze back at the man, he looks so dead. One of his eyeballs is missing, and the left side of his head is open as blood gushes out. His mouth, ear, and nose are covered in blood and the ace tattoo I saw a second again.
Half of his face looks seriously disfigured.
What a handsome poor soul!
My eyes went wide open as I felt someone's palm over my mouth and nose and yanked me to the corner. His breath warmed on my ear and he pressed me more to himself.
For a reason yet known to me, I didn't panic. I didn't try to escape or struggle as he dragged me and stayed still.
I can feel it, his body feels wet, and sticky but smells fresh.
It didn't take long for me to hear more gunshots far from the room making me panic. My eyes fell on the dead man in front of me, I know I won't be able to sleep for days.
His right eye seems red as it has been soaked in blood. From the angle, I feel like it's staring at me. My body shook, and I feel like something is coming up my throat from my stomach. Not long, I began to feel it in my throat.
"Don't do it" the person behind me whispered "Don't fucking do it".
Automatically I gulped back the puke on hearing Luciano's voice.
'Omg! He is alive. Now it's left to worry about Enzo although I know he won't be an easy man to kill'.
I moved my right hand trying to feel him, who knows, it could be the person who just have Luciano's voice. The more I search, the more I touch his bare skin. Moving up, high until I can feel his upper thigh.
"Stop it, Tiff" Luciano groaned "You are doing something dangerous" he warned.
He better be kidding!
Is that why he smells fresh?
Maybe one more, one more touch and he might at least be wearing something too...oh shit I can feel his hard dick poking my back. A very low groan escaped his throat as his dick became harder and poked me again!
"I'm sorry" he whispered, "I just cannot hold it".
Hold the hell?
I have a huge dick poking my back and all he said was he can't hold it? What the hell is his body even sticky?Turning back to look at his body I froze. Sticky, yes! Normal, no! He is covered in blood.
"Holy fucking smoke!" I screamed, "You are covered in bl.."
Shit! I shouldn't have said that. The door burst open as two men walked in, well, too bad for them as their heads immediately got blown out before they could check for us. I turned back to look at the naked Luciano who immediately pushed their body off the door, and closed the door.
My eyes popped open as I noticed a shotgun behind the door hand. An adhesive tape held the gun to the walk, making me wonder if that was the reason he never let me into his room.
"What the heck are you?" I panicked as I began to move back.
Quickly, Luciano pulled a bag from under his bed and began to fill it with money he had brought out from the ripped side of his bed. He just kept bringing out more, more and more while his attention remain on the door and me.
"Take your clothes off" he ordered.
I blinked.
A small smile spread across my face as I stared at Luciano in disbelief. He must be joking because I am literally naked beneath my cloth.
I rather remain soaked in blood than...Yanking me closer, Luciano ripped my clothes off my body, he tossed a clean set of pants on my face, and threw a clean black shirt too.
I want to ask where he had gotten a pant from and how what the heck is happening. But before I opened my mouth, I got interrupted.
"Make sure it's not stained in blood" he whispered.
Before I could get to clean my body and wear the oversized shirt given to me, Luciano hand-finished packing two bags. I can tell one is filled with money but the other is what I can't explain.
He has now dressed in black sweatpants and a black tee shirt. A deep frown appeared on my face and I am about to complain.
He can't be serious about giving me a shirt I can see my Bobbies through it.
"You can yell later!" Luciano snapped.
Holding the two backpacks with one hand and the other snaked around my waist, Luciano kicked his window sending the glass pieces flying out.
"Just don't throw up all over my body yet" he warned.
I picked up my phone, trying to see if I can call for help or something but my hands kept vibrating. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me out. I was expecting to fall out, into maybe our garden since his room is not so far from mine but instead I kept falling into an endless dark hole.
"It's gonna take a while" I heard Luciano yell "You will be fine!".
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
My back hurts, my head hurt and I feel a bit heavy. Good thing the bed seems very comfortable because I don’t know what else I would do. Imagine seating in a plain not allowed to stand up for one bit. Not even to pee and that asshole also didn’t allow me to take anything. Luciano lied about me being allergic to almost everything except alcohol, like who would be allergic to that.If there was another word for jetlagged, I would use it.We arrived in the UK last night and it still feels like she is still trapped in the plane seat with a mean man seating in front of me. The fact that Luciano got into the car with a dagger still freaks me out. How come it wasn’t detected? How come he feels so simple with it as if it wasn’t the first time he has done it?I had walked into the room myself yesterday but opening my eyes now, it was as if I am seeing how beautiful the room is. This isn’t anything close to what my stepbrother would like.The room has a warm off white color, very cool to the ey
Wait a minute! He looks kind of scared, like he is panicking or something. Could it be that the gun is really loaded.From where he stood, he began to take slow steps toward me but when I aimed at him, he stopped. Well, I didn’t know why I did it but it seems perfect.“I want normal clothes, Luciano,” I said.My statement was funny, I knew that but why the heck is there a smirk on his face? Maybe I looked funny and with that, I brought my long hair to my front, making them cover both of my nipples. With the look on his face, I can tell he didn’t like what I did.“I don’t see why you would want to hide my joys,” Luciano said.My lips twisted in disgust as I tried to cover my breasts with one hand but failed. It was as if he was having an exclusive show of me and that embarrassed me. The way he looks at me with lust, pure lust and he didn’t even try to hide it; that’s so perverted.“Can I see those nipples, Amore” he pretends to look sad with his signature smirk on his face “please……”“F
Laying on the bed with my eyes open. I thought of what to do about my stepbrother. I can’t just let him keep controlling my life, worst, I have no idea what the college statutes would be all about. What if we issued the date, we didn’t have our original passport; I don’t know if Luciano’s own is even real. As clearly as I remembered, the cloth he wore that day is the same as the ones he wore on his passport.How on earth did they even let him pass? This isn’t the 80’s for Pete’s sake.“No phone, no fvcking TV either” I muttered as rolled over to face the wall.Before I slept yesterday, I took the opportunity to look around the house. Not as bad as I had expected, for we had a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. The bathroom, kitchen, store, and living room weren’t as bad as I thought. Frankly, I can stay in the same house with him without seeing him, so staying on the couch would not be as bad as before.Yeah, before my mom met Hade; Luciano’s father, I use to spend several nights on the