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.

My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can't be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me.

I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank.

'I am done!'.

I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more.

"My Dad has money" I sniffed "Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money" I raised both hands in the air "Please I don't want to die. Not yet".

Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach.

The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn't see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck.

"Just like the pictures," The man said, "Damn! Massimo is going to love...".

A piercing scream escaped my throat as I felt it, warm and liquid. I was not mistaken, was I?

Opening my eyes I scream again, the man that was once standing in front of me is now laying lifeless on the floor drowning in his own pool of blood. My face, hair, and cloth were covered in his blood and some other think stuff from his body.

"Sweet Jesus!" I panicked "Swee..."

I could not get myself to say any more words as I placed my palm on my mouth and began to gag. Before I knew what was happening, I threw up what I had eaten some minutes or maybe an hour ago.

I gaze back at the man, he looks so dead. One of his eyeballs is missing, and the left side of his head is open as blood gushes out. His mouth, ear, and nose are covered in blood and the ace tattoo I saw a second again.

Half of his face looks seriously disfigured.

What a handsome poor soul!

My eyes went wide open as I felt someone's palm over my mouth and nose and yanked me to the corner. His breath warmed on my ear and he pressed me more to himself.

For a reason yet known to me, I didn't panic. I didn't try to escape or struggle as he dragged me and stayed still.

I can feel it, his body feels wet, and sticky but smells fresh.

It didn't take long for me to hear more gunshots far from the room making me panic. My eyes fell on the dead man in front of me, I know I won't be able to sleep for days.

His right eye seems red as it has been soaked in blood. From the angle, I feel like it's staring at me. My body shook, and I feel like something is coming up my throat from my stomach. Not long, I began to feel it in my throat.

"Don't do it" the person behind me whispered "Don't fucking do it, Tiff!".

Automatically I gulped back the puke on hearing Luciano's voice.

'Omg! He is alive. Now it's left to worry about Enzo although I know he won't be an easy man to kill'.

I moved my right hand trying to feel him, who knows, it could be the person who just have Luciano's voice. The more I search, the more I touch his bare skin. Moving up, high until I can feel his upper thigh.

"Stop it, Tiff" Luciano groaned "You are doing something dangerous" he warned.

He better be kidding!

Is that why he smells fresh?

Maybe one more, one more touch and he might at least be wearing something too...oh shit I can feel his hard dick poking my back. A very low groan escaped his throat as his dick became harder and poked me again!

"I'm sorry" he whispered, "I just cannot hold it".

Hold the hell?

I have a huge dick poking my back and all he said was he can't hold it? What the hell is his body even sticky?

Turning back to look at his body I froze. Sticky, yes! Normal, no! He is covered in blood.

"Holy fucking smoke!" I screamed, "You are covered in bl.."

Shit! I shouldn't have said that. The door burst open as two men walked in, well, too bad for them as their heads immediately got blown out before they could check for us. I turned back to look at the naked Luciano who immediately pushed their body off the door, and closed the door.

My eyes popped open as I noticed a shotgun behind the door hand. An adhesive tape held the gun to the walk, making me wonder if that was the reason he never let me into his room.

"What the heck are you?" I panicked as I began to move back.

Quickly, Luciano pulled a bag from under his bed and began to fill it with money he had brought out from the ripped side of his bed. He just kept bringing out more, more and more while his attention remain on the door and me.

"Take your clothes off" he ordered.

I blinked.

A small smile spread across my face as I stared at Luciano in disbelief. He must be joking because I am literally naked beneath my cloth.

I rather remain soaked in blood than...Yanking me closer, Luciano ripped my clothes off my body, he tossed a clean set of pants on my face and threw a clean black shirt too.

I want to ask where he had gotten a pant from and how what the heck is happening. But before I opened my mouth, I got interrupted.

"Make sure it's not stained in blood" he whispered.

Before I could get to clean my body and wear the oversized shirt given to me, Luciano hand-finished packing two bags. I can tell one is filled with money but the other is what I can't explain.

He has now dressed in black sweatpants and a black tee shirt. A deep frown appeared on my face and I am about to complain.

He can't be serious about giving me a shirt I can see my Bobbies through it.

"You can yell later!" Luciano snapped.

Holding the two backpacks with one hand and the other snaked around my waist, Luciano kicked his window sending the glass pieces flying out.

"Just don't throw up all over my body yet" he warned.

I picked up my phone, trying to see if I can call for help or something but my hands kept vibrating. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me out. I was expecting to fall out, into maybe our garden since his room is not so far from mine but instead I kept falling into an endless dark hole.

"It's gonna take a while" I heard Luciano yell "You will be fine!".

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