4. Creep.
850 Words
Carlos's POV.
Reagan is driving the car and I am sitting with her in the back of the car.
"Carlos, do you think it's a good idea to take her there?"
I look at her and said, "We have to give her the rest anyhow. And it would be better if he knows about her earlier than later."
I know that taking her suddenly there is not a good idea but it needs to be done. The sooner, the better.
Reagan continues to drive and within fifteen minutes of driving, we reach our destination. Luther's Palace.
My Home.
I get out of the car and carried her in my arms. Reagan joins me and we walk towards the main door. The door opens as we are close to it.
One of our servants opens it and we get inside. I just have taken a few steps when I heard his voice.
"Who is that girl?"
"It's her Grandfather."
He growled after listening to me. In a blink, he stands in front of me. I could sense his anger and move away from him. I laid Katherine on the couch and then turn to face him.
"This girl only has her face. She has nothing to do with that one."
I fist my hand as I stand in against him. "I can feel her soul."
"That's just your illusion." He yells at me and I didn't say anything. He walks towards her and I quickly move in front of him, preventing him to go further.
"You know you can't beat me." He says in a warning tone.
"Yes, because I respect you and honor you. Not because of what you think." I say in a cold tone.
He narrows his eyes challenging me and when he is about to walk towards me, Reagan comes in his way.
"Get out of my Reagan." He ordered him and Reagan doesn't move. Grandfather looks extremely pissed at both of us. He continues, "So you also think that you are also stronger than me, like Carlos."
"No Grandfather, I am the youngest of both of you. Either Carlos or You, I can't defeat any of you. I love you both and respect you both."
Reagan says as he makes a pouty face in front of Grandfather. But the old man's lips turn into a smile. "Youngest huh? You are 72 years old."
With that, Grandfather gives me a last look and then he moves towards his room. Reagan gives me a look of saying 'Now, handle him. I am done.'
I smile at him and he moves to his room at a fast speed. I look at Katherine, who is quietly sleeping on the couch. I bend down to her and touch her face.
The same face which I haven't seen in centuries. The same face for which I was dyingly waiting. I know this is going to be a big battle, just like last time but this time, I am ready to fight and I will not let go of what's mine.
I pick her up in the bridal and move towards my room.
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"Aaaaahhh f**k this."
I see her waking up and cursing the next second.
"Ughhh, my head hurts." She held her head in her hands and then fell on her back. I stand up and walk towards her. I give her a glass of juice and she takes it without looking at me.
"Thanks, Mina. You are lovely."
"Carlos."
I said my name and her head turns towards in my direction very slowly. She watches me and then rubs her eyes. Throwing her hands in the air, she asks me while yawing, "Woouu waar uuu?"
"What?" I ask her again as I couldn't understand what she said.
"I asked, who are you and," suddenly she scans the whole room and then, "And WHERE THE f**k AM I?"
Her voice is rough and loud and on top of it, her breath stinks. I really need to tolerate this.
I didn't say anything to her, instead I move towards the bathroom, get a toothbrush, and paste. I walk back to her and forward my hand towards her.
She stares at my hand and then I say, "Freshen up and go brush your mouth. Your breath stinks."
"Who are you and how dare you say that? You know who am I?"
Proud is dripping from her mouth. I move closer to her and she moves back.
"This is my room, my house, and I picked you up from that park guard's office because you fainted there. So, Miss Katherine, or Princess Katherine, be thankful."
She gulps down I can see her throat moving. She took a large gulp. I see her staring at my chest and my shoulders. I smile and move closer to her again. She moves back again and I stop her by holding her head from the back.
"Get Ready."
I say and move out. As I walk out of the room and close the door, I hear her saying me creep.
I instantly get angry and I walk back.
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