Vince: My Dangerous Mafia Brother

CHAPTER 7

Excitement and nervousness coursed through me as I rode in the car with Mr. Mero at the wheel and, of course, with Nana. I was excited because I would finally see my older brother, even though he didn't like me tagging along. But at the same time, I was anxious that he might get mad when he saw me because I went to visit him. But it's impossible for him to be angry with me because I can't recall a single instance where he scolded me. He's always gentle with me, always affectionate when he talks to me; I can't even remember him raising his voice at me.

"This route we're taking seems a bit scary, Mero. Are you sure you're not getting us lost?" Nana asked as she glanced out the car window.

"Don't worry, Rosia, I've been to this place before; Boss once instructed me to deliver cargo here."

"But why does the path we're taking seem so frightening? I haven't seen any houses around."

"Well, because this is Boss's private property," Mr. Mero replied again.

I glanced outside as well, noticing dense foliage around us, with no streetlights in sight.

"I didn't know that my brother owned private property in this kind of forest," I murmured softly while still peering outside.

"Oh, Dear, you still have a lot to learn about your brother," Mr. Mero remarked. But Nana quickly intervened.

"What are you saying? Stop it, Mero!"

"What's wrong? I'm not saying anything bad about Boss. You're just too sensitive, Rosia," he responded.

I couldn't help but smile at their banter. I was used to their arguments; they could easily be mistaken for a married couple.

After a while, Mr. Mero stopped the car in front of a tall gate covered in plants. If not for closer inspection, you wouldn't even recognize it as a gate, with no lights outside; illumination only came from our vehicle.

Mr. Mero honked the horn loudly and rolled down the car window. Soon enough, the small gate door opened, and two burly men emerged.

"What do you need? This is private property, so how did you get in here?" one of the men asked us, his eyes widening as he suddenly slipped his hand through the open window, aiming a gun at Mr. Mero's head. "Leave before the boss finds out you're trespassing on his land."

I could hear Nana Rosia gasping in fear, mirroring my own feelings.

But Mr. Mero quickly raised both hands. "Come on, put that gun down. Can't you see who I'm with? Boss Vince's sibling! And we're here to see Boss!"

The man glanced inside and looked at me. "H-Hello," I greeted hesitantly, swallowing hard and discreetly whispering to Nana, "Are we lost, Nana? Did we go to the wrong place?"

Even though it was somewhat dim inside the car, I noticed Nana's gulp as she now held onto me. "Mero, maybe we just took a wrong turn. Just apologize to them."

But instead of listening, Mr. Mero immediately handed his phone to the man holding the gun. "Here, look, that's a picture of us with Boss Vince. But if you still don't believe us, go ahead, call Boss and tell him we're here."

The man looked at the picture on Mr. Mero's phone. After finishing, he handed back the phone and gestured to me. "You can go down now, Miss. But only you can enter."

My face lit up. "Sure, that's okay." But just as I was about to get out, Nana quickly grabbed my arm.

"I can't trust my ward with you. I want you to call Boss first and let him know his sibling is here," she insisted.

The man gave Nana a stern look before pulling out his phone from his pocket and making a call.

"Boss, your sister is here, looking for you," he said into the phone. Upon hearing the response on the other end, he immediately looked at me and handed me the phone. "Oh, he wants to talk to you, Miss."

My face brightened, and I quickly took the phone from the man's hand.

"Brother!" I greeted with a smile as I brought the phone to my ear.

"How did you find out I'm here, huh? Who told you? Who brought you here? Was it Mr. Mero?" my brother bombarded me with questions in a serious tone.

I hesitated; from his tone, it seemed like he wasn't happy to find out I was here for him.

"Does that matter, brother? What's important is I found you—"

"Sweetheart, go home. You can't see your brother now."

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me upon hearing that, as if I wanted to cry.

“B-But, brother…”

"Don't be stubborn. Go home now and sleep in your room."

He abruptly ended the call. Feeling weak, I lowered the phone and handed it to Mr. Mero to give back to the owner.

"Oh, what did your brother say?" Nana asked.

I swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to cry out of disappointment. "You go ahead, Nana. My brother said I should stay here." I lied.

Nana smiled. "Oh, that's good then. Don't be sad anymore; you'll be with your brother soon. Mero and I are okay with just the two of us going home as long as we safely escort you here."

I smiled back and nodded quickly. "Alright, Nana, take care on your way home with Mr. Mero." I got out of the car. Before entering the gate, I waved to Nana.

As I entered through the large gate, I was greeted by a wide expanse of land with dimly lit streetlights.

Silently, I followed the man until we entered a mansion. I was somewhat surprised when, upon entering, I was faced with many men.

"Oh, Greg, boss strictly said no women allowed here. Who's that with you?" one man asked.

"Is she your girlfriend? I didn't know you were into younger ones. That's child abuse, man," another chimed in, and they laughed.

The man beside me straightened up and gave them a stern look. "Watch your words, this is the boss's sibling."

Upon hearing that, the men suddenly stopped laughing and returned to being serious. I couldn't help but gulp as I glanced at their sides, noticing guns tucked in their belts.

What kind of place is this? And why do my brother's employees have guns? It's quite frightening.

"Miss, just go up, and when you see a peculiar door, that's the boss's room."

"O-Okay, thank you," I hurriedly replied.

I rushed up the high stairs. Upon reaching the top, I immediately looked for the mentioned door. When I saw the black door, distinct from all the others, I approached it without knocking. I gently turned the doorknob, smiling when I found it unlocked. As I entered, I didn't see my brother, but I heard a voice coming from the bathroom. I quickly approached and pressed my ear against the closed door to listen to what was inside.

But as I listened, my forehead furrowed upon hearing my brother's loud groan from inside. I couldn't tell if he was in pain or what, but his voice sounded strained as he groaned.

"Is he sick?" I couldn't help but ask myself until I couldn't bear it anymore and knocked loudly. "Brother! Brother, are you okay?!" I called out anxiously.

In less than a minute, the door swung open, revealing my brother draped only in a white towel. It didn't seem like he had just showered because his hair wasn't wet, but I was taken aback by his flushed face and red eyes.

"Oh my god, brother! Are you sick?" I exclaimed in surprise, stepping closer to feel his forehead. But I didn't expect his step back, accompanied by his raised voice.

"Don't come any closer! You're so stubborn; didn't I tell you to go home? Why did you still come in here?" he shouted at me.

I was surprised and stopped in my tracks, taken aback by his sudden outburst. This was the first time he raised his voice at me.

"B-Brother... a-aren't you happy to see me? Why are you yelling at me like that?" I stammered.

He stared at me, his gaze lowering to my lips and then to my chest. But when his gaze returned to my face, he spoke again.

"Go home while I still have control over my body."

Confused and filled with concern, I asked, "Why, brother, a-are you sick? Why do you look like that? You're red, brother..."

He looked at me again with his flushed eyes. Then he yelled at me once more.

"Get out, Sydney! Get out!" I was shocked by the intensity of his voice, filled with apparent anger.

Unable to contain my emotions, I burst into tears in front of him.

"Why are you like this, brother? I just wanted to see you, I wanted to be with you, that's why I came here! But why are you treating me like this? Don't you want me anymore? It's my birthday today, but you're shouting at me so harshly. I hate you!" I cried out, turning away from him. I rushed to the door and quickly turned the doorknob.

But as I opened the door, my brother quickly grabbed the doorknob from my hand and closed it again. Then, he hugged me from behind.

"I'm sorry, my love... It's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that I'm feeling really bad right now; I feel so terrible," he whispered hoarsely as he held me.

I let out a sigh and wiped the tears from my cheeks with my hands before turning to face him. Our eyes met immediately.

"Why, brother, what's wrong with you?" I asked, full of concern. My resentment towards him was replaced by worry. "Let's go to the hospital, brother. So they can treat you. You're getting red, look." I gently touched his cheek. And it was hot; he seemed to have a fever.

"The hospital can't cure what's wrong with me right now, sweetheart... but you, you can heal me..." he answered hoarsely, with his voice trembling. His eyes seemed unfocused, completely red, as if he was heavily intoxicated. I even took a slight sniff, but he didn't smell like alcohol. He didn't seem drunk.

"I'm ready to cure you, brother. Just tell me, what should I do to make you better? Where can I get medicine for you?"

And he smiled, the kind of smile that seemed like a sleepy smile but not quite, because his gaze seemed fierce. He looked weird. I couldn't understand his expression.

Instead of answering my question, he suddenly brought his face closer to mine and buried it in my neck, causing me to step back and lean against the closed door.

!

"Sweetheart, you smell so good..." he whispered hoarsely, sniffing at my neck. "Do you really want to heal your brother, hmm? Tell me, my love..."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I suddenly felt his lips on my neck.

"B-Brother... what are you doing?" I stammered.

But he ignored my question, and I gasped as I felt him suddenly suck on my neck.

"B-Brother!" I exclaimed in shock.

"Hmm..." he groaned, as if in pain. And I was taken aback when he pressed his body against mine. My eyes widened in shock, especially when I felt the hard object pressing against my abdomen.

"B-Brother Vince..." I pushed him slightly away from me, trying to create some distance, but he quickly caught my wrists and pushed me against the door, pressing his body against mine. And when he looked at me again, his expression seemed fierce, his gaze piercing.

"B-Brother, what are you doing?" I swallowed with fear. I was starting to panic.

I was even more surprised when there was a loud knock from outside.

"Boss, the vibrators you ordered are here!"

"No need, throw them all away and don't bother me anymore," my brother replied seriously to the man who knocked, but his eyes were on me.

"Yes, boss." I heard the man's retreating footsteps.

But I was shocked when my brother quickly captured my lips and kissed me forcefully. My eyes widened in surprise, but as soon as I regained my senses, I immediately turned my face away.

"Hmm... b-brother... stop..." I stuttered, trying to evade him. But no matter how much I tried to avoid him, he still managed to capture my lips. He swiftly removed me from leaning against the door, grabbing me by the waist with one arm while his other hand held the back of my head to prevent me from escaping his kisses.

I tried to push him away, but it felt like pushing against a wall; he didn't budge from his position, and his kisses became even more aggressive. I felt like my lips were going to bruise from the force of his kisses. I couldn't help but whimper. I wasn't just hurt by his kisses; I was terrified.

We're siblings; he's my brother, so why is he doing this? Why is he kissing me like this?

Even though he felt my whimper, it seemed like he didn't care. Suddenly, he lifted me up and laid me down on the soft bed, still forcefully kissing my lips.

When his kisses moved to my neck, I finally found a chance to speak.

"B-Brother, I'm scared of you... stop, please..." I begged while sobbing.

But he didn't listen; it was as if he was deaf and couldn't hear anything anymore.

I tried to push him away from my chest to get him off me, but he quickly caught my hands and bound them to my head with just one of his hands. He was too strong; I couldn't fight back.

He didn't seem like my brother anymore.

Fear overwhelmed me, especially when his kisses moved down to my neck. And I was shocked when he aggressively pulled down my gown, causing my chest to be exposed. I gasped as he quickly engulfed it and sucked on it as if he were thirsting for it.

I did nothing but cry...