Stepbrother's Veiled Intrigues

Chapter 5

"You're telling me, that the only reason that I'm here is so that you can force me to be with your son, my stepbrother? You're sick. You and my mother both deserve to go to hell," I seethed out. He laughed. He actually let out a laugh. Then, he began to laugh even louder as if I had just spoke the most funniest words to ever be spoken.

"Im not forcing you to do anything. You want to leave? Then, leave."

I got up from his chair, staring him in the eye as I did. "He's not gonna own me like I'm some toy.

You're not gonna treat me like I'm his pet. I have no where else to go, and you know that. You are going to treat me like a daughter; like a person, like a human being. If not, you might as well just kill me too."

His face went from a smile, to a cold look. I finally got to see what was really hiding behind that smile of his. "Don't make me tempted."

"By all means, do what you must," this time it was my breath that fanned his face. Turning around, I walked out of the door.

The only thing that I could make out in my head full of thoughts were, what kind of incest type sh*t is this?

I picked up on all the maids who looked at me in curiosity and wonder. Even the sight of the bodyguards who didn't even bother to look at me at all went noticed by me. When the maids saw me staring back, they would quickly avert their eyes back to what they were doing. Everyone seemed to have this aura of fear.

Based on the two men that have been recently thrown into my life, it wasn't hard to see why they seemed to quiver in fear.

It's just that there was one question that kept knocking at my brain;

Why do they choose to work for these men? They have to know that they are murdering rich snobs.

If I worked as a maid, the last thing I would want is to work for someone like that.

"Isabella, boss has requested you," Valerio, the guy she had met earlier, popped out of no where to say. She looked over at him wanting to just beg him not to make her go see him. Now, that she know his motive and what he really wanted with her, it only made her feel more uncomfortable.

He began to walk off in a different direction. My mind tried to decide whether I should run up to my room and never come back out, or just obey 'the boss'. Deciding to go with the latter, I followed him down a couple of hallways. My eyes stalked all of the decor as we went.

In all honesty, I if I was to make this trip all by myself, I would've ended up lost. After a while, we made it to a door. Valerio nodded at the guards who stood outside, they glanced at me before opening up the door.

A gasp climbed out of my throat as I took in the sight right in front of me. Before I could run away, I was slightly pushed into the room then the door closed right behind me.

Andre was tied up in a chair with blood dripping from his eyebrow. The moment his eyes met mine they widened and he began to scream. I looked around for Vincenzo, but he was no where to be seen. My hand came up and covered my mouth as I tried to figure out what to do.

Quickly, I walked over to him and untied the cloth from around his mouth. He began coughing hysterically. "W-what's going on? Where am I? Isabella, what the fu*k is this?!" He shouted at me.

Flinching at the tone of his voice, I backed up slightly. I'm still trying to figure out the answer to all those questions myself. I should've known Vincenzo was going to do some merciless crap like this.

"What happened?" I asked him. The soft heart of mine wanted to untie him from the chair, but the events that had occurred recently allowed me to let those thoughts vanish.

"I was a-about to get in the shower. Then, some man starts to punch the sh*t out of me. Next thing I know, I'm he" He cuts off by the sound of the door creaking. The door opens up, and the sight of Vincenzo walking in with the blonde country girl almost makes me want to puke. He was wearing a sadistic smile on his face. The girl's eyes were on the floor like a submissive pet as she walked over to a different chair in the room.

"Vincenzo, what are you doing?" I ask him.

"You know this sick fu*k?" Andre's deep voice booms out. My eyes move over to him and the urge to punch him just one good time comes to mind.

"You don't deserve to feel unwanted in anything they do," Vincenzo states, walking up to me. He palms my cheek, but his eyes reek of no emotion.

"Don't do this," I whisper to him. He leans closer to me, and he brings his lips co close to my ear as the hand he had on my cheek trails down to my waist.

"I gave you a choice. Now, as I said before, it's your consequence, " he whispers to me. When he pulls away, I narrow my eyes at him so angrily.

Call me the most dumbest person in the world, but I would've never guessed this is what he meant. If I had known, I would've told him to just drop it.

"To think I was starting to feel bad for fu*king with other girls. Why should I? You're messing with that psycho fool. You ain't nothing but a little hoe," Andre stated.

My whole body froze. Turning around, I stormed over to him and slapped him harder than I've ever slapped anyone in my life. His head whipped to the side as spit flew from his mnouth.

"Don't you ever call me a hoe," I spoke through gritted teeth. He turned his head back to look at me with narrowed eyes. Then, he did the one thing I never expected-he spat in my face.

"Oh, hell no," I spoke. Wiping the spit from my face, I wiped it into his hair before turning around and looking at Vincenzo.

"You had asked me what I think is a painful death. I have an answer now," I told him. He smirked before tapping at his ear.

I walked over to him and stood on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, "I think the dog needs a neuter."

Pulling away, I bit down on my lip and noticed how his eyes moved to see the action. "Darla, come here," he spoke, never taking his eyes off of me. She walked over to him obediently with her eyes still on the ground.

He grabbed a knife and handed it to her. "You know what to do." She nodded her head and walked over to Andre.

Andre began to scream as she walked closer.

"Get away from me you crazy b*tch!" He shouted trying to back up with the chair.

"May I be excused?" I ask him.

He grabs ahold of my arm and begins to walk towards the door, taking me with him. The bodyguard walks into the room, and I watch as Vincenzo tells him something, Once the bodyguard gave him a curt nod, he walked with me out of the room just as Andre began to scream in the most high-pitched voice I've ever heard.

"Isabella! I'm sorry, baby! Please don't let them do this! Baby! You dumb b*tch! Get back in here!" He shouted just as the door closed. I wanted to laugh, but I composed myself.

Oh, my god. Ive been in this house for only a short amount of time and this family is already Contorting me into some psycho.

"Is he gonna die?" I ask Vincenzo. He looked at me, but he didn't say anything. He just kept walking.

When he didn't answer, I completely stopped walking. He seemed to notice the very second I did, because he stopped also. Vincenzo didn't even turn around, he just stood there in the middle of the hallway looking more annoyed than ever.

"I asked if he was gonna die," I repeated.

Once again, he completely ignored my words.

"Please, just answer my question." He stormed over to me and grabbed my chin.

A position I'm starting to get a little too familiar with. "What do you think?I know that you know, Isabella,"

I stared into his eyes. They showed me a reflection of me. The fire of hate was burning within them, and it scared me to the core.

What is Wrong with me? The minute I stepped a foot away from that room I began to almost pull my hair out in frustration. The darkness of the sky, the room, and the people in this house are just overwhelming me. It's too much.

The fact that I could say such things-do such things. This isn't like me at all. Maybe I was acting out in anger because deep down I know I wouldn't do something like that. Something so evil. Andre was a cruel person, but my father has always taught me to never stoop down to someone's level. If you're above them, it wouldn't make sense to crouch down and make myself their step stool.

Vincenzo was walking me to my room. I had literally no sense of direction in this stupid house.

What sucked is always making sure I was either walking behind him, or beside him due to his eyes that would always find their way glued to my butt.

After we were directly in front of the door, I quickly rushed to open it, but his hand caught onto my wrist. "I feel like this is the part you kiss me goodbye."

"N-no," I try to say. Immediately, I wanted to scold myself for returning to my fearfulness. The splurge of confidence I had seemed to go away in an instant. He chuckled, showing off a sight I never thought I would see. His pearly white teeth was probably the most sexiest thing ever. Turning back around to hurry into my room, he grabbed me again. Only this time, his hand turned me around by my waist.