Claimed By My Biker Stepbrother

CHAPTER THREE: GET OUT OF MY ROOM

LAILA

The universe must have some sick and twisted revenge plan against me, otherwise how do you explain this? The man I shot last night standing in my home right now as my stepbrother.

He glares at me and I want to melt into the ground. “You will watch your mouth when speaking to my mother, little sister.”

The name rolls off his tongue like an insult and I instantly hate it. But more so, I hate how hot he looks.

Long brown hair tied up in a messy bun, beautiful mismatched eyes –one light blue, the other grey – that look like they can compel you under a spell, and a huge muscular build that’s nowhere near hidden by the shirt he has on.

Father clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him. He slides his hand to Caroline’s waist and pulls her closer. “Caroline will be staying with us from now on. Nero has his own apartment in Blood City, but will show up once a while.”

I have a thousand questions running through my mind, but the only one I am desperate to ask is if my father knows who he just invited to his house. But I refrain from asking any such questions and smile instead.

“It’s so good to have you here, Caroline.” I turn back to my father; “Are we done here? Can I go now? I’ve got homework to do.”

“Be down for dinner,” is all he says.

I turn around and run upstairs to my room. Needing something to calm the rage that’s been simmering inside me ever since I set eyes on Caroline, I rip off my clothes and head to the shower.

I stand under the shower, letting the cascade of water wash away the tears that are already flowing. He’s actually getting married, actually replacing my mother after everything she did to him? More so to that, a woman from blood city.

I find myself wondering why he decided to take a wife from Blood City. The one place he warns me to stay away from unless necessary. Does he know who Nero is? Does he know the kind of danger he’s putting me in ?

Unless…I gasp as the thoughts click in my mind. He definitely has some hidden agenda behind his disgusting display of attention.

After my bath, I tie a towel around my body and step out of my bathroom only to pause and scream on seeing the man seated on my bed.

“What the f**k are you doing in my room?”

“Hello, little kitten,” he murmured, rising to his feet. He’s shirtless and I can see the bandages around his stomach where I shot him.

I take a step back and he counters it one forward. “I said," What are you doing in my room?”

He shrugs. “Just exploring and stumbled upon the chambers of a fierce little kitten.”

I take another step closer and let out a gasp when my back hits the wall. Oh f**k! I close the short distance between us and place both hands on the wall, caging me to the wall.

I grip the towel tighter and try to put on my bravest look. “Are you going to kill me?”

He looks at me for a while, confused then as if realization dawns on him. He throws his head backwards and laughs, a deep throaty laughter that causes the dimples on his cheek to deepen.

“I’m not going to kill you, gattina,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “Not when you left me so impressed. You see, not everyone has the guts to fire a bullet at me.”

“I didn’t know who you were,” I tell him, trying to push him away. But he won’t budge. “Besides, you stood by and watched your men molest that poor girl.”

His eyes darken, and when he laughs. This time, it’s dark and menacing. “Poor girl? That b***h owes me a thousand grand! Took drugs and drugs and f*****g drugs and then refuses to pay up.” He brings up one of his hands and places it around my neck, squeezing lightly. “Rule number one of Blood City, Gattina. Stay the f**k away from people’s business.”

“Fine I’m sorry!” I say, wanting him away from me. “Can you leave?”

“Leave?” He raises a brow.

“Yes. Take your mother and get the hell out of my house.”

He chuckles, bringing his hand from my neck to my towel, fiddling with the knot. “As much as I don’t want this, what my mother wants she gets.”

“I do not want a mother!” I grit.

“I care less about what you want. If my mother wants your father, she’s getting him.” His eyes drop to my bare chest and I feel heat rise to my cheeks. “Now , how about your punishment?”

My eyes widen. “W…what?”

“You didn’t think I was going to let you off the hook after you nearly killed me now do you?” He whispers , fiddling with the knot of my towel. “Tell me, little sister. Have you ever been f****d till you can’t recall your own name?”

I have never been f****d at all. But he doesn’t need to know that piece of information.

He pulls at my towel and it comes apart, falling to the ground before I can react. I let out a gasp and reach up to cover my breast, but not before he wraps his hand around my throat once again and latches onto my neck, sucking and nibbling.

Pleasure shoots through my body and I have to bite my lips to suppress a moan.

“Laila, are you in there?” My father’s voice calls from outside the door.