Chapter Twenty

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Yes the twins share a girl, if this creeps you out I apologize and can assure you there won't be too much detail about them in this book as there will be a book specifically for them.

"My only regret it not telling enough people to fuck off.."

If looks could kill people would be arranging my funeral costs, her cold blue eyes glaring into my soul with so much sorrow. The pain in her eyes so raw I almost winced, the pain much more than a broken heart. She'd been hurt badly before.

"You filthy man stealing whore!" she screeched, her body trying to lunge at me as Marcos held her back.

"You are both just like him!" she whimpered softly, the strength in her voice gone as my heart ached. My brothers were known to be womanizers, especially Donatello, but I severely hoped they hadn't hurt her in the past for her to have such trust issues. No woman, or man, deserves to be so heart broken by the other sex.

"She is our sister!" Marcio all but shouted, his face red with anger as he looked at the trembling girl who whimpered in Marcos arms. Her crying instantly halting as she looked at me with wide eyes; shock, pain and regret mixed in her eyes before she looked at my brothers who looked less than pleased.

"Never speak to my sister like that! After everything and you compare us to him," Marcio sneered, shaking his head in disbelief as he walked over to me. Placing a kiss on my head, "Sorry, you don't need this," he sighed, their girlfriends sniffling filling the room as no one uttered a word.

"I'm going out, don't wait up on me," he growled lowly, storming past the both of them as Marcos looked like he wanted to go with him, his eyes looking between the both of them before he sighed.

"She didn't mean it Marcio," Marcos muttered softly, the uncertainty in his eyes making Marcio scoff softly.

"We both know she meant every word of it. If she wants me to be like him I will," he laughed slightly, almost evilly as he stormed out of the room. The sound of the front door slamming shut having us all wince.

"I'm so sorry, I thought-I'm so sorry," she cried, Marcos looking concerned but at the same time deeply hurt.

"I'm sorry," she cried, her focus solely on me. 

"Been called worse," I laughed, trying to lighten the situation but at the same time want to strangle the living day lights out of her. With one look at Marcos I knew he was pissed off as I clenched my teeth together to stop the words from flowing out my mouth. I had already punched someone tonight I think that was enough for one day. Tomorrow... maybe.

"He wouldn't, would he?" she broke down again, her attention on Marcos as sobs left her mouth.

"I don't know Athena," he sighed, the anger visible in his eyes as he shook his head slightly, her tears falling on my polished floor as I glared at her slightly. 

I was not in the mood for this shit.

"Can you take her somewhere else," I sighed, lifting my cool hand to my forehead to ease the ache.

"We'll get a hotel," Marcos smiled sadly, making a move to leave the room as she bowed her head in shame.

"I meant to your room dip shit," I rolled my eyes as a small smile pulled on his lip, walking out the room as she shamefully followed behind him.

Pulling my phone out my pocket to turn off the annoying notifications to see a text message that made my heart clench; "I'm sorry my beautiful love, my dearest treasure."

Dropping my phone on the kitchen worktop I felt another set of fresh tears fall down my cheeks. My mother, Kieran, Darien, what the hell was I going to do?

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Kieran smirked at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief as I shielded myself with the large pillow, snuggling more into the duvet. Covering myself from his assault.

"It's time to get out of bed princess," he chuckled lightly, his footsteps sounding louder the closer he got as I clenched my eyes shut, snuggling into my bed more. I didn't want to.

"No," I groaned, the warmth and comfort the memory foam mattress as well as the fluffy pillows and thick duvet was giving me made me never want to leave the comfort of my bed. My body eased of all stress as everything hugged me, I was in bliss. Well until Kieran ruined it.

"Baby don't make me come back in and get you," his voice sounded husky as I opened my eyes slightly to see him lifting the edge of the duvet, his body covered only in a pair of black silk boxers as I instantly felt awake. My eyes bulging out my head as I all but scrambled from the comfort of the bed as if the pits of hell had opened beneath it.

I didn't want to go back to last nights events, I thought I was ready but as soon as he started to remove my clothing I froze. It didn't feel right, I hadn't even told him I loved him yet.

After the twins sorted everything out with their girlfriend Athena they instantly left, in a hurry to get back to their apartment in Italy. I was happy that the tension was away but I hated seeing my brothers leave me; again. 


That had been two months ago.

Kieran had came grovelling at my door the day after the event, nasty bruises covering his face as he begged on his knees for me to forgive him. It took two weeks but eventually I caved to him.

He looked hurt for a minute although a smile pulled at his lips, his eyes trailing my body that was only covered with my silk nightdress that barely covered my bum. If I knew he would of showed up at my door last night wanting to stay I sure as hell would of wore something more covering.

"That looked so much better on the floor," he winked as the heat rushed to my cheeks, the burning making him smile even more at me as my heart fluttered within my chest. He was adorable in every way.

He had managed to get my nightdress and bra off my body last night before I froze. I knew he wanted more than foreplay as he pushed himself between my legs, grinding his hardness against me. It wasn't that I didn't want him, the both of us were in desperate need for cold showers as I scrambled for my clothing to cover myself. My heart sinking as he looked at me like I had kicked a puppy in the face.

He was more than gorgeous and loving towards me but things didn't seem right. I had always said I wanted to wait until marriage but at the age of 24 the cravings were getting too much. Nevertheless, did I want to marry him? Did I want to give my virginity to a man I wasn't going to marry? I wanted it to be special and last night wasn't special for me in the slightest. Not to mention he still didn't want anyone to know about the relationship which confused the hell out of me. How the hell could I live normally with such a massive secret?

"Don't look so terrified," he chuckled softly, walking around the bed, "I won't do anything you don't want me to do," his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest as I breathed in his manly aftershave. My arms wrapping around his waist feeling secure and safe, he was like my security blanket.

"Although it is getting very hard to control myself around your sexiness," he mumbled, biting into my neck softly as I held back the moan that threatened to spill from my mouth, my arms tightening around him as my breathing became heavier.

"And you my superstar are too sexy for words," he groaned, his hardness pressing against my stomach as my arms instantly loosened a little, knowing I shouldn't of pulled myself closer to him in the first place.

"You are such a horn-ball," I groaned in annoyance, looking up at his flushed face as he tried to control himself. His hands rolling down my sides, comforting me in the most sensitive way.

"Only for my baby," he smirked, his green eyes twinkling with love as he pressed his soft lips against mine, my body instantly responding as my lips moved in sync. The heat from his body warming my now cold one as my legs shook beneath me. The need becoming too much. The past two months of teasing each other taking its tole one me. But I couldn't.

The door going had me pulling away from him, a deep frown on his face as he glared at the wall behind my head.

"Can your maid or something get that?" he groaned like a child as I rolled my eyes, smiling a little as I turned away from him.

"I don't have them work every day of the week you know, they deserve holidays," I laughed softly as he looked puzzled but never said anything as I walked out the room, leaving him with an embarrassing need for a cold shower.

Smiling I all but ran down the stairs, hoping it was Elisa I missed her so much. With her belly getting much bigger Andrew had decided she would be on bed rest for awhile which didn't go too well for Andrew. A lot swearing was involved and he ended up sleeping in the garage with his cars, she said the couch was too much of a privilege for him. Poor man.

A beautiful black Maserati GranTurismo graced my driveway, parked in front of my door, a large red bow around the bonnet as my mouth dropped to the floor. I had always wanted one but could never bring myself to buy one. It wasn't a justifiable purchase with my garage already full of cars from my brothers.

Stepping out almost dazed I stepped to the car, my fingers running over the perfect black paintwork. My heart beating with excitement as a large smile plastered itself on my face. I hated nothing more than materialistic presents but with this I would make an exception; it was too beautiful not to.

White caught my eye within the large bow, pulling out a small card before feeling my eyes well up with tears. When would he give up?

"My beautiful angel, your dream car for my dream girl. It will never be enough to mend what I broke, to mend your broken pieces but I will give you my world; always, my treasure."

I should of known this was another one of his stunts, the amount of roses, money, clothing and other gifts I had received the last two months was unbelievable. The amount of gifts piling up in a spare room. No matter how beautiful the gown or heels were or how amazing the jewelry was I couldn't possibly wear them. I would be betraying Kieran.

Even as I looked at the beautiful car in front of me I couldn't possibly use it. Kieran would be devastated if I used a car my ex bought me. He was already upset that he couldn't spoil me like he said I deserved but I had everything I needed. I didn't need gifts I needed love.

"Who is that from?" Kieran broke me out of my thoughts as I quickly scrunched the note up. Discretely throwing it into the rose bush behind me as he glared at the beautiful car with hatred.

"Has he been bothering you again?" he seethed out through clenched teeth, he knew about some of the recent text messages and ignored phone calls as well as some of the gifts but he never knew the extent of Dariens recent obsession with me. I had even caught some of his security following me on many occasions.

"It's from Donatello, he feels bad about taking Layla away from my company," I smiled lightly at him, despite the pain and need in my heart. My heart calling for Darien as my mind screamed for Kieran.

"Oh," he mumbled, the hatred disappearing from his eyes as he made his way towards me.

"So he has stopped bothering you?" he growled lowly, his eyes looking me over as if I was about to tell him the biggest lie in my life. Which I was.

"Yes, he has got the hint," I smiled softly as he pulled me into another hug before quickly letting me go as he realized he was outside my house hugging me with just boxers on.

"Shit!" he cursed, running back into the house as I watched one of my guards pull a cameraman from the rose bush behind me. The scrunched up note I threw away in his hand as my eyes widened.

"Erick put him in the security office and phone my lawyer," I sighed deeply, running a hand through my tangled hair. Would the drama ever leave my life?

Dariens P.O.V

"I do not care how long it takes I want the samples and I want another professional!" I hissed down the phone to my investigator, swirling the whisky around the bottom of my near enough empty glass.

"I have told you multiple times I don't care about how illegal it is to hack into their security cameras if they fucked that test up they broke the law!" I growled impatiently. It had been over two months and I was getting impatient. I had so much information that I wanted to spill to the world but I still needed one more crucial part of the evidence.

Sasha refused to go for another test, telling me one was 100% accurate and to get used to her being around. She even had the audacity to move her belongings back into my home.

"You really aren't going to accept that child as your own despite the doctors word are you?" my detective sighed, I had gave him so much work recently, demanding more and more from him but he was getting paid very well for the details he gained for me. I knew everything about Sapphires family as well as Kieran, every single detail about the leech of a man.

I would rip him away from my love and destroy him but not know. I hated knowing she was with him in the privacy of her home but I couldn't just yet. She wouldn't believe me and I knew after my mistake that evidence was crucial.

"I don't care what the bastard said that whores child is not mine!" I growled through the phone, my body shaking with anger as I looked at the new photographs spread across my desk.

"We will see what we can do," the detective sighed deeply as my anger rose within me.

The thought of her being near him for much longer boiling my blood, the thought of Sasha being in my home making things much worse. It was either that or she was going to the press to explain to everyone that she was pregnant with my child.

A father to a child I didn't even remember conceiving.

"Just get me the footage inside that office and I want all of Sashas phone history," I grumbled, hanging up before he could say anything else.

"Sir," one of my security stood at my office door, his tired eyes smiling slightly at me.

"She received the car," he smiled, handing me his phone with multiple pictures of her coming out of the house, her eyes lighting up as she ran her hand over it before her tear stained face as she read my note. I knew I shouldn't keep pestering her with gifts but I feared she would forget about me if I backed away from her.

Just when I was feeling better there was a picture of Kieran standing at her door in boxers, her eyes full of anger as he eyed the car I had purchased for her.

"Here," I sighed, handing him back the phone as he nodded his head, looking away from me as I ran my hands through my hair. It was bad enough knowing he was there but seeing her in a revealing nightdress and him in just boxers made my heart clench. My soul destroying as I prayed she hadn't let him near her, he didn't deserve anything that belonged to her.

"We need to hurry this up," I grumbled, downing the rest of me whisky. I couldn't take much more. I needed my treasure in my arms and nothing was going to get in my way.

"There was paparazzi caught in the bushes, depending on what happens Kieran may not be able to stay in the shadows for long," he smiled brightly, knowing as well as me what a nasty man Kieran truly was.

Part of me didn't want her to find out, I couldn't see her in anymore pain but he would drain her dry.

"I'm going to need more men watching over her," I grumbled as he nodded, quickly leaving the room to retrieve my other men.

I had my men surrounding her, even her security mostly belonged to me. How the hell did she think I managed to get so many gifts to her door? They belonged to the both of us. For her safety of course. They were all highly trained and on alert for lover boy to make his move to hurt her.

I would get my treasure away from him soon, I would expose the monster she had in her bed to everyone.

"We need to talk," a gruff voice had me looking back to the door, a desperate, pleading look in his eyes.

"Donatello, sit," I grumbled, glaring at the man in front of me.



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