A Deeper Kiss & Deeper Wound

Chapter Two

Andria POV

I walked in the kitchen and found someone I have never seen inside the mansion. From what I'm facing which is his back, this person looks like my papa, same build, stature and same hair color. But this guy's hair is longer than my papa's and he is wearing a dress.

It's a woman, It finally clicks on me.

'Did my fathers hire a new kitchen maid?' I thought back to previous days and nothing like that ever came up.

Right when I'm about to ask this woman 'who she is?'

My brothers walk into the kitchen from the other entrance coming from outside.

"Who the hell are you!?" Bryce has already drawn his weapons. Two side daggers that he carried everywhere. Nate carries his as well but he's never quick to start a fight, and he'll never even start a fight-he ends them.

"Put your weapons away from your sister Bryce! How many times have I warned!?" This woman turns around walking to the table to set a plate full of sausages.

"What the f**k?" Nate cursing is due to the same reason that my jaw is on the floor. This woman looks like my papa, walks like my papa, and certainly speaks like him but she is covered in make-up and has boobs.

"What's happe-?" Uncle Mic stops mid-belly rub and looks at this woman from up to down.

"What is happening?" He whispers leaning down to Bryce's ear level while this woman moves freely around our kitchen.

Her moves are so flawless and easy that you would think she's been here before- no been here always.

Darius and Rosy walk in, look up from each other ready to acknowledge the world around them but their acknowledgement never comes because they are stunned frozen. Leo and Vanessa walk in while Vanessa apologizes profusely. Probably because she's late when she's the one who volunteered to make breakfast today.

"Why are you guys stunned, you've seen this before." The woman laughs all warm and heartily with her eyes closed and wrinkles forming at the end of her eyes like my papa- except her wrinkles are too visible because of the outdated way of putting on make-up.

"Pretty are you okay?" Micah took steady and hesitant steps towards this woman he just called using the nickname he calls my papa with.

"Aria!" My dad's excited voice passes by me as he rushes into the woman's embrace and hugs her like his life depends on it.

My dad doesn't cheat! Zayn Black- My dad loves his husband and mate Adrian Kaylees who is my papa and he loves only him! No space for even us the kids!

"Dad!" Nate's voice rose higher than he ever raises his voice. Nate doesn't yell, he hates yelling the only loud thing he can tolerate is Bryce.

"I think pretty is broken." Uncle Mic said with a breath of both relief and nervousness. "I'll break you." The woman- sorry Aria- I shake my head remembering her name. Aria continues to stand next to my dad and talk to my papa's family like she knows them. My papa is definitely killing her, he hasn't killed people in a long while but when he comes in here and sees- " what the f**k is going on here Zayn?" Uncle Mic disturbes my train of thought.

"Yeah why is Aria here? Where is Adrian? And why is Aria here?" The half breed-Rosy bombards Aria and my dad with questions.

"Doesn't matter, I'm killing her!" Bryce is taking his third stride towards her with one dagger on hand. Aria raised her leg and kicked Bryce straight to the chest before he even got close. Before Bryce stumbled back Aria grabbed him by his wrist, raised it as high as it can go, snapped the wrist and subdued Bryce by locking his arm to his back. "Don't recognize your father anymore?" Aria asked with a teasing tone that dripped with satisfaction.

"Papa?" Nate gained the room's attention by breathing that word while my eyes remained fixated on Aria's face.

So Aria is my papa cross-dressed as his dead twin sister. We have just been told the whole story which Bryce's reaction was him blurting out, "so papa is officially mom now!"

He just lost his dad just a few days ago and he hasn't cried since that day and now he was breaking apart. Dad still looked at her lovingly like this wasn't weird. Papa has dealt with the trauma, he stopped and grandpa Jonah dies suddenly he's cross-dressing again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Uncle Leo asks with intense sincerity. "No Leo." My papa finally admits, "I just lost my father and realized that I'm completely alone now." His voice tries to stay steady but there's a hint of a sob and exhaustion. "You could have told us that you're not okay." Nate stays reasonable. "I'm okay." My papa contradicts.

"You just said you're not." Uncle Mic takes a sip of his coffee.

"Leave my husband alone." My dad waves everyone off.

"Dad we just want to help." I finally say after finding out about Aria. "We all care about papa, you're not the only one who wants to understand him." I was so proud of my little speech.

"I don't want to understand my husband, I already do." My dad boops me on the nose, "and for translation- my husband is okay, he's just missing a home that he just realized is permanently gone." Everyone's attention turns to my papa and with a bright smile he says, "plus I'm pretty." With a voice so velvety that he sounds so feminine.

"Like your big brother always says." Uncle Mic shoots her a wink. We're a crazy family-it dawns on me for the billion time.

"And sexy." My dad's voice is soft and flirty as he wraps his hands around Aria's waist and connects his forehead with her cheek then continues to softly and loudly peck his mate. "I don't think I have ever got a chance to-" he whitles implying f*****g-, "Aria."

"You wanna do her?" My papa makes all of us gag with how eager he sounds.

"I finally get the chance, how can I not take it." My dad responds with a mocking gasp role-playing being hurt.

"Do you want her bad?" They continue to make us uncomfortable with their closeness and touching and filthy flirting.

"I would get on my knees to have that p-"

"Please go to your room!" I cut my dad off before he finishes those sentences and the sour faces of everyone around me relax a little.

My dad stands and hauls papa to his feet, then jacks him up and throws his over his shoulder and my papa gasps-he gasps with excitement.

I throw up in my mouth a little because, what-the-f**k!?

We have all gotten a dose of my fathers disgusting love filled marriage today. I stand and get on my way too, I have to meet my friends from college. Uncle Mic follows me out but he's clearly taking the direction to his cabin-like house. He stops when he notices me, "where are you going?" He asks like I'm in trouble.

"I have a life you know. Unlike you!" I don't know why I just became hostile.

"Ria." He calls my name, "I have two centuries on you and for all of them I always had a life, so don't brag about your needle in a haystack, almost life."

What did he just say? And why the f**k am I offended?

"f**k off Uncle Mic!" I responded with rage instead.

"That's all you got?" He pissed me the f**k off more with that relaxed smirk, "eat s**t!" I growled with two middle fingers up flipping him off.

"Better." He smirked and walked away. Growing up I wasn't allowed to curse. The twins were but I wasn't. My papa was adamant about that rule, he said he wanted to raise me strong but not with slurs rather with intelligence. I can tell a person to f**k off in a very intelligent way but I don't like it, I would rather just tell them point blank to f**k off.

When I got Nyla-my wolf at eighteen then I was permitted to curse. Uncle Mic is my teacher, a good one at that because not only does he teach me to curse but he really gets under my skin in the smallest ways that it's easier to f*****g curse at him now.

Nyla suddenly howled so loud in my head that I thought it was going to crack.

"The hell is wrong with you!?" I yell through gritted teeth as I smash the sides of my head together.

'Turn around.' She's excited and howling around.

I do a 180 and before my eyes lock onto the most gorgeous, big brown doe eyes attached to the most handsome man who f*****g smells like a field of peonies. I looked at this man who f*****g smelled like mine and immediately claimed him.

"f*****g Mine!"