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
Chapter 14Since yesterday I have been thinking about that weird guy. I didn’t even have much time to worry about Luciano’s absence as all I was worried about is why the man just seemed so familiar and yet strange. I was supposed to at least know how far or fast my enrolment was going but I didn’t.Walking into the kitchen to get something to eat, I found Luciano standing by the sink. He was holding a plate of almost finished cereal and immediately he saw me, he dropped the plate in the sink and walked toward me.“A neighbor thought you were a one-night stand yesterday,” Luciano said.Such insult.Well, I didn’t say anything. I just walked past to prepare what to eat. I made sure our bodies didn’t touch at all.“You let the stranger see what belongs to me?” Luciano said.Silence.There was no point having anything to say to him. Obviously, he is crazy. I can’t make him still feel like he has an effect on me when he doesn’t.Okay, frankly! He has. I don’t see why my stepbrother would o