Chapter 4
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Carmela
A tall platinum blonde woman stood at the entrance. Her red gown she wore seemed like a second skin, the V-neckline of the gown sweeping so low, her cleavage was practically spilling out of her.
“Can you close the door?” I snapped angrily. Did I not have any privacy here?
“So it's true,” she said, ignoring what I asked. Her heels clicked across the floor as she walked closer, her perfect red lips in a small pout.
“I couldn't believe it, when Axel came into the room angrily and swearing about such a cursed damn woman, I actually couldn't believe there was another woman here.”
I spun around her and angrily shut my door.
“Who are you?”
A blonde brow rose up. “Cherry,” she hissed. “I am f*****g Axel.”
Holy Christ.
“Well,” I swallowed, “good for you.”
Good for you? Carmela, even that was pathetic for you, I thought.
“Yes,” she said, stepping closer to me. “Good for me. Axel is mine. He belongs to me and I'll be damned if I let another woman take his attention away.”
“Listen,” I sighed, ignoring the urge to roll my eyes. “I am tired and honestly hungry and I just want to rest. Axel is my brother, trust me I will not be taking him away from you.”
I assumed that would placate her. “That is even worse, you f*****g b***h,” she growled.
“How can you just show up at the door and claim to be one of them? For what, a cut of the inheritance?”
“I am not claiming to be one of them,” I said. What sort of delusional b***h was Axel f*****g?
And worse, why did I seem to care about who he f****d.
“I am one of them, their sibling, so I would actually suggest you leave my room right now.”
Cherry smirked. “You don't belong here. You look and smell like trash.”
She was right that I smelled like trash so I stayed quiet. “It is too much for you to share the inheritance with them. I will not allow it.”
I narrowed my eyes on her. “Get out.”
Cherry runs her gaze up and down my naked body. “No f*****g wonder. If you are really anything like your mother, that means you are a w***e, just like her.”
Red. Red.
“I am going to say this one last time,” I pushed the words past my lips. “Get the f**k out of my room.”
Cherry smirked and finally turned. “This is where they kept you?” she cackled, “how deserving. The lowest room for the sun.”
I stood straighter. “Out.”
“I'll be seeing you, bitch.”
I slammed the door shut on her face. There was just a simple key and lock and I turned it, trying the door and seeing it was shut yet I wasn't satisfied.
How dare she come in here, threaten me and calm my mother a w***e? There was nothing else to lock the door with, nothing to even create a barricade for the night, which meant anyone at all times could just stroll into here.
I walked into the bathroom, my mind racing. Even if this was the worst room according to that vile girl, it was literally the best room I had ever been in. The walls are white, and all the amenities are plated with what seemed like real gold. Sure enough, like the maid said, the bathroom was stocked with shampoos, soaps and even new toothbrushes.
I don't remember how long I stayed under the running hot water, but when I wrapped the towel around my skin, I felt brand new. The water had made my skin softer, and my hair seemed to shine even brighter now as I stared at myself in the big mirror.
I walked out into the room, looking for my phone. Someone had come in when I was here, because there were clothes on the bed now. I raised them up, the soft cotton grinding through my fingers.
I had to call my best friend.
I failed her number, anxiously listening to the phone ring.
“Hello sugar, if you get this, it means I can't reach the phone, but I can surely reach you back.”
Ugh, her voicemail. “Can you please call me,” I said. “It's an emergency.”
I dropped my phone on the bed and picked up the pair of sweatpants and a big T-shirt that was among the pile of clothes. Like a reminder, my stomach rumbled, my mouth grew dry.
I wore the clothes quickly, and scanned the room. I need to eat, so I could think about what I am doing next, and most importantly, find out what the blood rites were.
Especially if Axel would be supervising me.
Just before I left the room, I picked up my old jacket from the floor, wearing it.
The long hallway was empty, and I began to walk, trying to recall how I got to the room.
After five minutes, I stopped.
“Did I not just pass here?” I hissed, turning around confused.
Shit, I should have asked that maid for directions at least. No one seemed to be coming this way, and the entire house was so quiet.
The sun has begun to set, dark clouds cleared away, causing red light to shine through each window. When I glanced up, there were security cameras trained on the hallway, the red light blinking.
Maybe I can ask for help.
“Hello?” I waved, biting my bottom lip. “I'm lost.”
Nothing.
“Ugh, silly girl,” I groaned, walking back in the opposite direction. How was I asking machines for help?
What was that?
I moved fast, in the direction of the footsteps I had heard. When I got to the corner, all that was there was a dead end.
“s**t,” I hit the wall in frustration. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I thought I heard something—
Thud.
There was no way that wasn't real. I sprinted fast, towards the sound of the closing door I had heard, finally, I could get out of this bloody hideous sick—
“Ouch,” I groaned, hitting a solid wet wall.
I grabbed my head, my eyes circling back in my head. I hit a f*****g structure. Rich people were so annoying, why the f**k did they have human like structures that were wet in their houses?
Oh f**k, I thought, my eyes slowly climbing up. The ground was wet, water slowly falling from his body and I traced the lines it left up slowly, from his legs, up to the white towel wrapped around his waist, to his big, big chest covered in multiple tattoos, the water running down seeming to make them even look more alive.
His right arm is covered with what seems to be an angel, no, a saint wielding a large sword. There was a script I couldn't decipher over his left chest, while the other one had what I recognized to be the Iron Saints Insignia across it.
Nothing prepared me though, to look up into the eyes of the one person I did not want to see.
“Oh hell no,” I muttered, spinning on my feet. Before I could run, a hand caught mine and pulled me back, pressing me right against that hard, hard delicious body.
Shit, this was my brother.
“You are one to run away from responsibility like your mother aren't you?” Axel asked, his baritone going straight to my toes. His hair is wet and tousled, and like this, he looks so different from the suit clad bastard that was raving about me being a f*****g sham.
“I…I”
“Cat's got your tongue?” He teased me. I was way too aware of the fact that I could feel him, so f*****g close to me. “Why are you running?”
“You know nothing about me,” I finally got my words back. “Don't claim to know my mother.”
His eyes clouded over. “I know your mother picked drugs over you,” he growled. “I know you had to work for food and housing, and all the time, you had to fend off your mother from stealing your money. You have been jumping from job to job since you were fourteen, so yes, I know all about your sad, pathetic life.”
No. Don't cry. Don't let him see you cry.
“Let me go,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Axel tilts his head. “I said, let me go.”
“No,” he snarled, and grabbed my chin with his free hand. I tried to move my chin, but he just tightens his grip like the bastard he is. My eyes are swelling up already, and I know the floodgates will soon open. I pinch them shut.
“Look at you,” he said. “All that bravery. The way you kept your shoulders, even when I told you I thought you were a scam, yet, you still wanted to meet him. Now you got your foot in the chicken coop, you've lost your courage yeah?”
He was mocking me.
“Come on,” he hissed. “Show me that fire.”
I opened my eyes and our gaze locked immediately, anger and pain clashing into cold and hate.
A single tear rolled down my cheek.
For a split second, Axel's face grip relaxes and his eyes soften.
And I see something hidden behind those grey clouds.
Pity.
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