This is so humiliating! I can't stand seating in the same room with Luciano, not when my Stepdad has decided to 'deal with stuff in his private room.

I still don't know why Enzo, My stepfather (popularly known as Hades) had insisted that we must always have meals together except we are not home. I still also can't tell why he always emphasizes 'Family'.

'Such bag of shit!' I cussed in my mind.

I am not scared to say it up to his face or tell him how I hate him and want him dead, but, it will only make him let out his eyes on me again. The last time he told me that, he had made sure I was grounded for three months and Luciano had to bring me back from school each day.

Imagine!

That black-haired son of a mean-looking man even didn't let me talk to my boyfriend all those while. One time, he threw me over his shoulder while he raced to the car only to make me puke in front of so many people. I don't need you to imagine the evil smirk on his face, it's the same smirk he has now.

"Dickhead!" I muttered.

Setting the last cup and taking my seat at the far end which is opposite my father, I received his hot glare at me. He and his dickheaded father have this fetish thing for seats too. They insist Mom stays on that seat while I stay opposite him, right in front of him!

"Don't make me talk, Tiffany" Luciano wiggles the index and middle fingers of his left hand towards me "Come here, Now".

I glared at him, my hands gripping the table as I thought of lots of things to do to him. First I can't hit him, the last time I did, Enzo made me drive him around anywhere he wants to go for a month. He said none of his children must raise their hands at each other.

Take notes of the reasons why I want them dead, Something though.

I am beginning to think that man pushed mom off the car. Seriously, why would she fall out of a moving vehicle and the police are saying nothing about it? Not even getting Enzo arrested.

"You! where are you supposed to stay, Sweetheart?" Enzo literally growled.

I flinched as I struggled not to fall back from the chair. Looking up, I found Enzo staring at me.

"Tiffany?" He grew impatient.

An obvious fake smile appeared on my face as I stood up with my plate and cup. I made sure not to look at him in the eyes nor look at Luciano whom I assumed would be snorting as I can hear.

"Dad!" I tried to make it sound cheerful but failed "I was just...".

I placed the cup and plate on the table and moved the chair back. Fussing while I sat, I glared at his face this time.

'What an empty soul'.

Even his green eyes look empty, just like a graveyard. His lips were firm in straight lines and his gaze fierce.

Don't worry about thinking he would want to smash the glass cup on my head, that's just how he looks, just like the devil himself.

"You look good, Dad" I cleared my throat nervously "Are you going somewhere today?".

Enzo smiled, he stretched his right hand and touched my head. My body went rigid, all that kept coming to my mind as his hand went down to the back of my neck is for him not to slam my face on the table.

You never can tell.

I have seen him do that before, he was angry and was talking to a man who kept trying to play mute. Although I have never seen the man again I know his face can never remain the same. To date, I bet Enzo has no idea I saw him slam someone's face on a table, an iron table for that matter until the man bleed and pass out.

His forehead had this irritating crack same as his broken jaw and...

"I just remembered when you first found me and mum five years ago" Enzo smiled for real this time "You pounce on me and punched the shit off my stomach".

"Yeah" I rolled my eyes "All you did was giggle like a little girl while you won't stop telling Luciano how small and soft my punches were".

I looked up at Luciano to see his gaze fixed on me, almost emotionless like his father but...there seems to be something else. Something that, I just can't explain.

"You were so pissed to find out Mum moved on seven months after your Dad got away".

As he took his hand off me, I held my cutleries and begin to move them around on my plate.

"It's time for you to move on too, Sweetheart".

My gaze narrowed as I kept looking at Enzo the Luciano. This can't be happening now, I can just let them decide my life for me because they are part of my mother's life.

Okay fine, all through my life I had gone to public school until five years ago when Enzo came into our lives and made difference. He got mum a car, changed my school to a very expensive one, and brought me my dream phone, wardrobe, and jewelry. Let's forget where he refused to let me have a car of my own.

Enzo also brought me my dream closet, made me a room of my own, and enrolled Luciano in the same school as me.

Yes! I and that gray-eyed-always-silent jerk had to get to school every day and be back at the same time even if we are not together on our way, we must enter the compound at once.

Sometimes I wonder why Enzo has green eyes and his son gray. Although they have the same accent because they are both Italian accents, have the same jet black hair color, and have the same love for black, they even look alike.

"Get ready Tiffany, your admission just came in" Enzo smiled "You will go to college where I want you which is in the United Kingdom".

I smiled broadly, Enzo had no idea he just did me a huge favor. All through my life, I have been stuck in Florida here and now he is offering me the lifetime opportunity to be away from him and away from Luciano.

Yesssss! I just want to screammmm!

Trying to contain my excitement, I put a piece of fish in my mouth and I chew extremely slowly.

"I will give Luciano my black card so as soon as you are done eating, you get prepared to go shopping".

What else can I say, Enzo just gave me another...What?

"With Luciano?" I frowned "Daddddy, I am 19 for pit sake! I can drive, I can look after myself, I don't need a, a, a mean-looking brother and...".

My eyes involuntarily closed as Enzo stood up, placed a kiss on my forehead, and straighten his cloth.

"You both got the admission together, I have paid for an apartment near the hostel and I want you two to act the best or you stay in college here in Florida and get stuck with me" Enzo smirked.

I froze, totally speechless.

Why would he do such, why?!

He knows I hate him, not pure hate but I don't like him for everything.

"I have something to deal with, Honey" he walked away "Come here, Luciano, I want you to watch" he yelled.

Getting ready in a black blouse and a pink short flare skirt, I walked into the car to wait for Luciano. I still can't believe Enzo had paid for all this shit for me. Even if he doesn't trust me about having lots of sex and getting pregnant, he should have remembered that I am not a child anymore.

"Damn, I hate him so much!".

I hate him so much that I want to do something stupid. I want to steal all his money, find what he is hiding in his private room and run away.

It's been over thirty minutes and Luciano is still in his father's private room, the room he will never let me enter.

A year ago, I tried to sneak into the room but before I could get to the door I received a call from Enzo. That creepy man was watching all my moves just like his son...wait a minute.

"Better not". I shook my head as strap the seat belt around my waist in the front seat.

Better not be that my stepbrother saw what I was doing this morning.

"oh shit" I slapped my forehead "This can't be happening".

"It's happening, Tiffy".

The door opened as I glared at Luciano while he sluggishly sat. For as long as I know him, when pissed, he had refused to let someone drive him, unlike his father or mom. The fact that he heard what I just said is a huge mess.

Without saying anything, Luciano start the car and drove off the compound. In case you forgot, the reason I always put on my seat belt whenever Luciano is driving is that he drives to die and not to reach his destination.

Holding on for my dear life, I began to look for a possible hidden camera in the car. This gray eyes lad can not tell me that he heard what I said by accident.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught him staring at me with what looked like a smirk on his face and by the time I turn to look at him, his plain face is back on.

I just don't get it.

The fact that I would be stuck with him for years freaks me out.

The shopping went well, absolutely well. Luciano stayed in the car and I meet some hot dude who came shopping with someone I assume will be his girlfriend. Call me a bad girl, I won't mind, I didn't force him to collect my number.

While I shop and chat, we made arrangements of seeing this evening which I don't think would be possible. I am supposed to see Joe, my boyfriend this evening.

Although we were together all through the night till this morning, I still want some more sex and tell him that I will soon be leaving for New York.

It's obviously petty but I think I will have to use distance to break this relationship. I don't see what I am getting, not that he gives me money, or spends quality time with me, he doesn't even stay off his phone and I have never been satisfied by his dick before.

Getting the things into the car wasn't so hard as I got help from the workers. The only good thing I got from Luciano is his silence which really helped me as I got in and buried my interest in my phone.

With a wide smile on my face, I ignored Luciano's weird angry look as he drove off the parking lot. Too bad, I couldn't get that long enough before I saw his palm on the top of my phone screen.

"I can do it for you," He said.

Puzzled, I moved my legs away from him same as my face. I was seated in the car in a position where I am backing him with his right palm still on my phone.

"Don't hide it, I saw you" A sly smirk appeared on his face "I saw what you were doing".

My brows flinched as I frowned. I followed his eyes to my phone and for some seconds, I still don't get what he was talking about until I looked up to see his brows higher than before.

Such an arrogant jerk!

I slapped his hand away from my phone and pressed the power button.

"Don't you have other things to do other than spying on people's chat?" I glared at him "Damn it, Luciano, that's not normal!".

I heard him scoff. I know he would look so hot as usual so looking back at him won't be the best idea now.

"Then I bet what's normal is masturbating while calling my name?".

My heart skipped a beat and nearly exploded. In fact, I could feel it beat somewhere around my stomach as the smirk on my stepbrother's face vanish. It fades into his emotionless face where you can't even tell what he might be thinking.

Slowly, I dropped my phone on my thighs as I rubbed my sweaty palms together and sighed. My mouth kept opening and closing like a goldfish while Luciano pretend not to notice my struggle with his signature plain face as he drove along.

"I-umm.., you know eh?" I said unintelligibly "It's not what you think, Luciano, I can, I may... I can..".

"Can explain how you were moaning my name and didn't see me walk in and watched you for four minutes?" Luciano interrupted "I love your voice by the way" he blurted out "I don't mind hearing them next to my ears".

I swallowed.

I crossed my thighs as I felt something wet, something I shouldn't have between my thighs. Clenching my vagina didn't help, not when I began to have the terrible urge to stick my fingers into it.

"Breath, Tiffy" Luciano smirked as he placed his palm on one of my thighs "Look at me" he commanded.

Like a good girl, I looked up to him, looked to those seducing eyes of his. Behind those gray eyes lies the passion for the forbidden pleasure.

For some reason still yet known to me, I didn't remove his hand. I just stared at it, hoping it would move, hoping it would do what I want and explore what I have been waiting for. That even made me part my legs when Luciano slightly attempt to part them with his index and middle finger.

A pleased smile appeared on his face as he looked up at me and smirked. His middle finger moved into the inner part of my thighs, on top of my lace pants and he wiggled it. He moved his finger out on my bare thighs for a few seconds and took it back inner.

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I held both sides of the chair and bit my lower lips with my eyes closed.

Damn! I want this, this is what I have been looking for.

Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped.

"You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it".

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen.

dang it!

"You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth.

Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion.

"I can be your favorite dick" he smirked.

This can't be happening but I know it's happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano.

"Perfect!" I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone.

Not even someone I can call.

Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don't see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don't want to do.

Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don't need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it's to tell him that it's over I just want to get that shit off my neck.

Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano's room, you won't imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday.

That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while.

Turning back, I head to my stepfather's room. If I can talk to him in person, at least I might be good enough to be able to rent an apartment alone.

"This better works".

Fixing my hair with my fingers, I smiled and practiced how to make a sad face but it all ended weirdly. Damn! I hope I am not going to be another disappointment.

I feel it's creepy but at the same time like a spy kind of thing. In front of my Dad's door is a very small camera. I hate it, I actually hated it for the first few months we arrived until now, I always make sure to smile at it whenever I am in front of his door.

After knocking for the third time now, I waited for a little and still no response.

"Hey, Dad" I looked into the camera "It's me, Tiffany, of course, you can see me, can we talk?" I asked in a whisper.

Looking around to make sure Luciano isn't spying, I moved closer to the door and whispered.

"Can we talk in private?".

You never can tell when you have an Italian brother who is as hot as hell. He sneaked into my room when I was... let's not talk about that now. But still, what makes you think he won't want to snoop around to know my next move?

"Daddy? It's Tiffany, I don't want to ask for money or nag that I want a car, I just want to talk to you please".

That's it! One of the reasons I hate my stepdad is he doesn't answer when you need him just like now.

I know what I am about to do is highly prohibited but I did it anyway, I twisted the handle of my father's door, and still locked. I am sure he is in there, he might just don't want to see me but I have to, for pity’s sake, I will be leaving with Luciano soon and I can't stand it, not now.

Pissed I walked back into my room.

Damn!

I want to scream! To punch something!! To bite something!!!

I can't break my phone for the third time this month I made sure to place it down safely. My fingers when into my hair and I pulled, hard and harder.

Although it hurts but it won't be compared to what I will pass through I have to live with Luciano. Can you imagine the embarrassment?

Grabbing one of my pillows and hugging it tightly, only one thing kept ringing through my mind. I just want to do something like.... biting hard on the pillow, I made sure to cover my whole face and scream.

I screamed again, and again until I became tired of thinking. Getting off my bed, I hugged myself as I jumped on it, breathing hard, I moved my hair off my face and sighed.

"Getting angry is really exhausting!" I panted "I still need to talk to...".

What was that?

I stopped breathing for a while just to listen to the sound but it didn't happen again. Shoving it off, I shrugged and went back to fixing the clothes I was doing about an hour ago.

Going to college in the UK has always been my dream and I don't want to forget anything, not when...

Again, the same sound!

I am not sure but I know it's a gunshot. That didn't sound like a mistake as it sounded twice! Freaking twice!!!

Shaking, I grabbed my phone and began to type my father's number. I need to go out but if I can tell him to remain in his room, Luciano can take care of himself for all I care.

I know it's crazy but finding myself in front of my room made me feel like some white girl you find in a horror movie. I know the danger is out there, I have nothing but my phone as I am dressed in an overshirt and bica shorts. Matter of fact, I am not even putting on any footwear and that won't be nice if I have to run.

'You have reached the voice message, how can I help you?

My stepfather's voice repeated for the fourth time. This is starting to freak me out now, especially when I just passed Luciano's room and found it open.

I know I kinda hate him and sometimes wish him dead but...

"Dang it!".

Rolling my eyes as if I am being forced, I walked back to Luciano's room. I haven't seen it inside and I have never imagined what it would look like but, I think it's nice.

No pictures, just his dull black wall paint, white bed, and a white cabinet. His phone was placed in the middle of his neatly arranged bed same with a short note beside it.

'Long time no see.

"what the duck?".

I bet this should be a prank or some kind of mistake because I don't think any of this is real.

"Is this supposed to be a joke or not?" I snapped as I picked up Luciano's phone.

Yeah, I am blushing.

Who won't? I can't help but blush really hard when I discover my annoying stepbrother made my picture his wallpaper.

"This is nice".

"Yea it is".

I looked back to see a total stranger staring at me. He looks more like an assassin, black blazer, blue eyes, jet-black hair, and black gloves. With a smile on his evil look face, he raised his left hand to cover his eyes with black eyeglasses.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Even with his covered eyes staring at me, I know what I am about to do is a very bad idea but I just want to do it anyway. I raised my phone and rushed to my social media account, starting a live video, I turned the camera towards him.

I was expecting to see him still standing there and yeah he is. Standing there with a shotgun now pointing at me.

"Call me the levy collector, Tiffy" He smirked "Let me do my job" he added.