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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Even as we are standing in the middle of a playground as if we just got pooped out by the earth, I felt my inside

summersault a million times before stopping. I didn't get the chance to find out we crawled out of a freaking hole before I began to puke.

One thing I remembered was not to puke over the shirt even though I was freezing in it. One hand holding up my hair and the other trying to hold the shirt and my phone down, I bent and began to puke. Gosh! My stomach was empty but I still puked.

Soon, I became weak and sat on the floor close to the mess I just made.

"We don't have all day or we will be dead" Luciano yanked my upper arm "get the fu... No fucking way!" He yelled.

Before I knew what was happening, he let go of my arm leaving me to fall harshly to the ground. I had no time to brace myself before I heard a shattering sound.

I looked at my stepbrother in disbelief as if I was trying to find another reason why he just broke my phone.

"Thanks to you, they just know we were here".

Were?

Before I could understand what he was talking about or complain about how he just wrecked my phone, Luciano pulled my upper arm and dragged me out of the playground. At this point, I wonder why there was no one at this time of the day. At least, 6 pm isn't a bad time for anyone to be off for no reason.

Tired, my stomach grumbled loudly. I made a weird sound with my mouth trying to hide the fact that I am very hungry.

Even if, I don't see where it became a crime to be hungry.

Following my stepbrother, as he roughly pulled me along, I wonder how he manage to carry the two bags he had filled with money, hold me, and still brought out a small phone from his pocket. Frankly, I haven't seen that much.

The phone looks almost like a walkie-talkie. The screen is so small that it could be 5-4 centimeters long and wide.

"Are we dead yet?" I asked.

Off course I know we are not but yanking me to nowhere as he kept talking to someone on the phone in Italian, I see nothing but death. I could not contain the pain from the grip of my stepbrother but the fact that he had been talking on the phone made me scared.

The ground vibrated beneath my feet, it was as if the earth shock or an earthquake was about to happen. At some point, I felt really scared but with My stepbrother's calmness, I assured myself that that would happen to me with Luciano holding my arm like it would break anytime soon.

He had maybe no or very short nails but the way he gripped my arm, I felt like his nails were digging into my flesh as if picking out my bone.

"Vieni con una minuscola giacca femminile, della taglia di Tiffany ovviamente" I heard Luciano say.

(then come with a tiny female jacket, Tiffany's size of course)

He looked down at me and that irked me, he should not look down as of I am close to the ground or something. The fact that he even mentioned my name made it more suspicious.

You know, Americans hate living in the dark. Instead of you talking in other languages, you better don't say anything! But Luciano, he has been talking for more than I expected to the point of even mentioning my name.

"Luciano" I muttered "Luciano?" I called again.

He didn't respond, he just crossed the road, stood over the other side as if shading our bodies from something or someone with the wide leaves, and said nothing. Although I know that we are in danger but keeping it from me isn't fair enough.

I am his little step-sister for crying out loud! I deserve to know what he had been saying and why we are now standing in the middle of nowhere waiting.

Wiggling my arms out of his grip, I found out he doesn't seem ready to let me go. Pushing my hair off my face, I began to semi-dance as if under the influence of something or strange music.

"Can I have a leak, Brother?" I asked.

Luciano stared down at me for a while as if disgusted and shrugged.

"You are going to run away, Are you?".

Damn!

Why would he ask something like that when definitely?...ok yeah, I would want to run away immediately after he let go of me because I don't trust him. Having a stepbrother you had always had a crush on seeing you naked, have lots of guns in his room, have a lot of money, and also, how would I explain that I don't understand how his window became a dark tube that leads us straight into an empty playground.

Looking at where we had come out from, I found out that there wasn't even any trace we had come out from there. If I wasn't mistaken, I would say Luciano lifted a lid off the ground, I bet he should have put it back and...

"What happened to the hole we came out from?" I asked.

"I blew it up" Luciano replied calmly, his gaze moved to my revealed thighs and legs and he frowned "Are you dancing because you are cold?".

Really? Is that how he could interpret it?

Well, I wasn't expecting any of this but what else should I expect? I did touch his freaking erected dick back at the house, I bet his brain isn't still working fine.

"I can't give you my trousers but I can carry you inside my shirt if you don't mind" he wiggled his brows "We will share skin-to-skin contact just as you have always wanted".

Frankly, I would love to share that skin-to-skin contact so I would pee on him. Then, I will wait and see how warm he would be to have pee-soaked pants.

Well, I can't stand this. Even with him holding me, I stooped, took up the shirt I am wearing, and began to pee. I didn't bother to look up at his face even when he said something inaudible in Italian and said a last English cuss word.

After doing my thing, I stood up and immediately regrets my actions. My pee gathered back around my feet.

"I bet you like that, Gum drop," Luciano said, "Since your feet are small and dirty, your pee would do fine to wash.....Fuck it Tif! Fucking fuck you!".

How about that? Dick head!