Chapter 73
Panic and anxiety rippled through my body when heavy silence loomed in the room.
“What did the letter say?” Dara asked in a shaky tone, her eyes scrutinizing the entire room.
Alex forced a smile and then walked closer to Dara, his hands draping over her shoulders.
“Mum, you seem so worried. Relax, the letter isn’t that bad. It’s just a vacation request from one of the prominent families, a matchmaking_”
“Matchmaking?” Dara repeated, tilting her head to face Alex, but I doubt if she could see him properly.
Dara has Dementia, and she tends to forget things and not see some time properly.
“A perfect one, mother. You just have to relax.” He said, while his hands patted his back.
“Emilia, come lead Mama to her room. She needs some rest.” Alex uttered in a husky tone, his gaze leering while my thighs clenched in ache.
I swallowed hard, moving some steps forward to grab Mommy by her arms.
She slipped her hands away from my grips and traced them around my face, snakily she cupped my lower chin in her palm, taking her time to think.
“If you don’t love him, Angel, you don’t have to go. If the dude turns out to be scary, you could back out and you’ll have the support of your brothers, okay?” Her brow arched in confirmation at her last words, she tilted her head away from mine face and said. “Isn’t it, Alex?”
“Yes, Mama. Sister don’t worry we will always be here to guide and protect you.” Alex answered, then gestured with his neck for me to escort Dara to her room.
I walked abreast Dara, my hands guiding her as we walked through the staircase, heading towards her room.
She let out a silent sigh as I helped her to sit on the bed, assist her to sleep on the bed, then draped the bedspread across her chest.
“Take care, mum.” I kissed her then walked out of the room while I closed the door softly behind me.
I heaved a sigh of relief as my back pressed against the door, but then, many thoughts runs in my heart at moment for fear of what awaits me next.
“Come here!” Alex yelled from the staircase, his eyes speaking volumes.
I felt a shrill cold works through my spine at his deep tone.
Stopping right in front of them, I stared from Ace, Alec to Alex.
“The game starts now. He wants you to come on a vacation with him. You have to seize this opportunity to bring us what we need to know about him.” Alex uttered in a stern tone.
“You’re scaring her, Alex,” Alec spoke in a deep and soothing tone.
“She wasn’t suppose to be treated like she was a princess. She’s our tools. Tools of sex, dissemination of information, and destruction.” Alex snarled.
“Even at that, she’s our sister right now, and we should show her some love.” Alec insisted, ignoring the weird look that was being cast on him.
In a blink of an eye, Alex towered towards me, he stood by my side, cast me a leering glance before his hands cupped my breast.
He turned to stared at his siblings, “Do you all mean we should treat our sister in this manner?”
Alex asked in a seductive tone, grabbing the collar of my shirt, and in a twitch, he shredded my clothes apart.
My big tit were exposed, and my pink G string pant also, cause Alex ensured he pulled the shirt down my legs.
“She has such a nice body shape, how about we give her a good send-off party for the rest of three days before she finally goes on vacation.”
“When is her vacation meant to hold?” Alec asked.
“The idiot didn’t include that in the letter, he just sent the letter and said he would communicate the date,” Alex responded.
“Alright,” Alec replied, throwing some nuts in his mouth to munch.
Beside Alec was Ace who was quiet but eyes was roaming all over my body.
“Little brother, do you love what you see?”
That was Alex talking to Ace in a jeering tone.
“No, Alex do not involve our little brother, he detests girls, forgotten?” Alec chimed in.
Alex put on a thoughtful expression while Alec’s voice rang through the air again.
“How could you have forgotten that dude got screwed up by Justina?” Alec laughed When Alex shrugged his shoulders. “You’re a dick.”
“Okay,” Alex said, waving his hands in the air to garner their attention. He made a loud a gulp before his voice cut through my heart. “Who is in for this?”
Alex cupped my breast in his palm, and he gave it a rough squeeze.
There was silence.
“Sister do you love how I touch it?” he asked, his gaze peering into mine.
“Fuck your hands off me, dick!” I yelled in his face.
A sly grin appeared on the corner of his lips then he grabbed my throat, his hands exerting pressure, and cutting off air supply to my lungs.
“Bitch, I think I told you to talk to me with respect and stop acting like you’re crucial to me, huh?” He spoke in a raspy tone and glared at me.
I strived for breath, but I never showed it. I never showed it to him, that he was choked by me to death.
I’m never going to show him how vulnerable I am to him.
I’m going to endure his shit. I know he can’t and won’t dare to get rid of me at the moment, not even later.
I have the belief that I’m the key they are looking for to achieve their long-term goals.
The only person I’m going to be scared of would be the man who had killed Arnold, and he’s still hell-bent on getting in between my legs.
“Feigning to be strong, right?” he seethed through his gritted teeth and tightened his hands around my neck.
Even at his trial I never blink my eyes, I continued to stare into his eyes, to see the amusement and also the fear of defeated in his eyes.
“Let go of her,” Alec yelled from behind.
“No, Alec. She’s proving too stubborn for my likeness. Tell her to cry, beg, pinch my skin, scratch her fingers against my skin, and I might let go of her.”
“What if she loves to cry when her holes are filled with you? Let her go and try out my advice.”
“Shit! You just made my dick to rise.” He cursed then looked at me, and spat right into my face. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to make you cry out my name and beg for mercy.”
He let go of his hands around my throat and pushed me around that I stumbled.
“No matter how you fuck me, Dickhead. I promise you I will never moan or cry.”
“Who will you moan for?” he said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
I was quiet for a while, carefully deliberating on my response. “Him,” I answered. “Only the killer of your father would make me moan and cry out for mercy, Alex. Not even your brothers can fuck me to the extent that I’m going to whimper or make a soft noise, no matter what you did to me.”
“Is that a challenge?” Ace spoke for the second time ever since I’ve gotten into this house.
His perfectly chiseled face captivated my heart and caused my heart to sizzle, but I doubt if he will ever be able to make me moan.
“Anyhow you perceive my words.”
“I perceived it as a slap and a humiliation thrown at us. You did moan for the killer of our father other than us?”
“Yes,”
“I will make it rough that you will wish for death. How dare you try to affiliate yourself with the killer of our father? You’ve fallen in love with him right?”
“I’m not going to moan, whimper, or make a sound no matter how you guys fuck me.”
Ace snapped his fingers. “Alex to the basement. Let’s show our fake sister the opposite of us. A little show won’t be too bad, it will make her behave well.”
I was yanked off my feet and thrown over his shoulders, Ace slapped my Ass cheeks, and I almost whimpered at his touch.