Misery Is Sweet

Chapter 13 Demanding

Kristoff's POV

I walk with a mission in each step, on my way to Mr.Santana's office... I'm going to take care of this. I won't let that piece of s**t do this to my woman.. yes that might be the male testosterone inside of me going crazy but I would like to think that it's the protectiveness for her that's driving this feeling inside of me to take care of this once and for all. But either way, something in the back of my mind is talking sense to my mind that was running a million miles a minute just to finally get my sights set on my new target at hand.

I take the elevator all the way up as I storm down that hallway getting to my destination quicker than I anticipated. I pause for a moment trying to put together the words and what needs to be said to him. I nod to myself because I think I have it all figured out... I grab my key out because Mr.Santana allows us all a key into his place. After all, we have to come in and help him out with almost everything... So might as well use my position to my advantage at this moment just to have this private conversation, which is very much needed.

Unlock the door and step in to see his desk chair turned around, directed at the TV that's playing. There are men in here I have never seen before which is strange because they look like new bodyguards that seem to be just staring me down... I don't understand.

I walk straight up to his desk and demand time with him as I have never done before. "Mr.Santana I need to talk to you about your son and what he is doing to your daughter."

"Why would that have anything to do with you Christopher?" is said as I watch the chair turn around as my heart stops seeing Craig sitting in his chair.

"Where is Mr.Santana? I have to talk to him now." I snap at him as he smirks and states in the most mocking tone that you feel through every word, "Why is that any of your business knowing where my father is? So you can tattle on me like some child. Did you think that somehow this would stop me from tormenting your little f*#k-toy?" I watch him flip his legs up onto the desk, crossing one over the other.

My jaw clenches at his comment making me want to deck him in the face right here right now. "Where is Mr.Santana?" I demand once again as he rolls his eyes laughing at me as if I'm stupid. "He had to leave.. something about a business thing... I don't know... But that's not what has me intrigued right now... I'm assuming by storming in here like this all heated, that you have seen my little warning I gave Meika.. that I did tell you about.. and she said you guys weren't together but by the looks of things I would say my sister is a lying little b*tch." He states sarcastically to me as I let out a deep breath demanding. "Fine, just leave her alone."

"What? Are YOU going to make me?" He mocks again as I swallow the lump in my throat trying to resist with every inch of me to not kill him. "I'm telling you to leave her alone or else I will have something to say about it and I'm sure your father won't like what you're doing either." I spat back at him as he laughs at my expense.

"First off... My father doesn't give a flying f*#k about her for one thing... secondly, I can do whatever the f*#k I want, to who I want and when I want.. and thirdly I own this place.. do you think there is anything you could do to me to make me stop?" His malicious comment is accompanied by a smirk that is just that malicious.

I shake my head hating this.. he knows he has me by the balls right now because there is not much I can do at the moment... This would have been a completely different conversation if it were his father I was talking to.. dammit. I seemed to have shown all my cards way too early. Maybe I should've stayed up there with her.

"What would it take for you to leave her alone?" I ask through grit teeth hating I would have to negotiate with him but I'll do anything for her. "I want you to stay the f*#k away from her that's what I want... if you don't then I'll just keep hurting her worse and worse." He plainly states as if this is some normal request.

"I won't stay away from her.. there has to be something else that you want to leave her alone.. money... drugs.. anything else.. because I won't leave her alone." I demand from him as he laughs louder now sitting forward in this big leather chair that squeaks with every move he makes.

"Awe.. that's so cute... you sound like you love her... I never knew the longing in your eyes when you stared at my baby sister was love.. how adorable." He mocks me more as I spat back. "What else do you want from me?"

He laughs more now shaking his head. "Just by your response, I can tell that I'm hitting that dart right into the bullseye... Oh man.. what a sucker for those gross, huge eyes of hers.. they have always freaked me out, but obviously you have a thing for cartoony b*tches." He makes fun of me more as I'm now getting impatient with this stupid game he seems to love playing.. that or he just loves the sound of his own voice.. maybe both. I slam my hands onto the desk, shoving his legs off and then commanding. "Tell me what else you want!"

"You just don't get it, do you? Are you all muscles that you have no brain... Do I have to spell all this out for you?" He mocks more as I slam my hands on the desk creating a loud bang that somehow echoes in this huge room. This action causes him to jump as I show him how mad and completely impatient I'm getting with the stupid games he is playing, with not just my mind but my heart and hers as well. I'm not going to let him mess with her like this.

"Fine, fine.. calm the f*#k down meat head... Let me break this down for your slow brain if you can even comprehend any of this. Since you're obviously not getting it from the first time I gave you the answer... It has been my life's mission to make your little c*nt as miserable as I am until her last days which hopefully will be soon enough. Since the very moment that I met that little b*tch and saw the love in my father's eyes that I never got.. for her.. that disgusting sorry excuse for a woman." He spats as I quickly grab his shirt into my tight grip pulling him into me with our faces only inches away. The scrambling of men surrounding me is all I can hear as I watch his smile get bigger now that I'm surrounded by these other big bodyguards. He has me by the balls again. He knows just as well as I do, that if I do anything to him right now I will get something a thousand times worse with this many men here.. How typical of him to talk s**t and hide behind these huge men since he can't seem to face me himself like a real man.

"Don't talk about her like that." I spat in his face before throwing him back into his chair just so I can add to my inquiry.

"What else do you want? There has got to be something else... This isn't a stupid game you can just keep playing. She is not disgusting.. the way you look at life and how you seem to treat people is disgusting... Now tell me what else you want?" I demand of him as he shakes his head.

"I just want her miserable and unhappy.. and you, for some stupid reason make her happy... for years every time you were around, she would smile bigger than ever at you and just you.. my problem is with YOU because she smiles and is happy only with you.. so YOU need to leave her alone.. that's the only option because if you stay with her and continue to make her happy like you think she deserves.. then I'm just going to increase the pain I give her to make sure she is not happy with you for long.. this will keep going until you leave her to be alone." He explains to me as the anger is at the boiling point and about ready to boil over. He laughs more, poking this bear like he knows he shouldn't. This last mocking of my feelings for his sister and how he wants her to feel until her last day is the tipping point as my anger is now spilling over the top. I quickly shove every last thing off of the desk and to the ground as I turn around just wishing I could beat the hell out of him, giving him a piece of his own medicine.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't understand that.. was that a no... or are you going to stay away from her?" He mocks as I flip him off making him laugh more. "Oh well that's too bad for her then.. you know you could be the solution to all her problems she is going to have, but instead you're going to help me have so much more fun with her.. thank you.. have a great night Christopher." He spats at me as I shove the door open with only the sounds of his malice-filled laugh following behind me.

I turn and punch the wall creating a hole in it as the painting right by it falls to the ground breaking the frame.. but I could care less. I keep looking behind me wanting to go back into there just to beat the hell out of him... But I know no matter how much anger I have built up that I can't let it get the best of me because I would bet money that he wants me to do just that, so he can do so much worse to me with his brigade of bodyguards.

I storm off down this long hallway to the elevator, needing to get away from this and get my mind straight... But in times like this all I seem to need is a breath of fresh air but I need to walk this anger off as well... I'll do a couple of laps around the building if anything and hopefully that will help relieve this and help me figure out a new solution for our hard situation.