Chapter 4 - You're Mine

Brian's POV:

“Here….” She’s between her freedom and afraid of what’s next, as her sister means business. She has made a final decision. Stacey grabs her purse with a frown and lunatic stare, breathing the like. She’s taking out her wallet. “What are you doing, sis? No! Not my cards! Stace!” She’s taking her credit cards and Anna wants to fetch the wallet from her hands and purse, but this is the moment when Stacey slaps her sending her head aside. I bet that stung like fuck….

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH ME WITH THOSE DIRTY WHORE HANDS! SIS?! NO MORE! MOTHER?! NO MORE! PROVIDER?! NO MORE! YOU’RE INDEPENDENT NOW! A FUCKING WOMAN! YOU’RE FREE! FUCK UNTIL YOU FAINT FOR WHAT I CARE! I’M TAKING BACK ALL THAT I’VE GIVEN TO MY WHORE SISTER! MY WORK! NOT YOURS! EVERYTHING IS MINE! I’M INDEPENDENT! I’M AN ADULT! I MAKE MONEY! I MAKE SACRIFICES! YOU MAKE YOUR OWN! GET THE FUCKER DO FOR YOU WHAT I DID FOR THE LAST ELEVEN YEARS AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ONGOING! SEE IF HE PROVIDES YOU WITH LONGLASTING SHIT! AT YOUR FUCKING NOW 19 I HAD NOTHING ON MY NAME! ONLY DEBTS AND AN EIGHT-YEAR-OLD ON MY FUCKING BACK! YOU HAVE ONLY YOUR OWN FUCKING ASS TO DEAL WITH! AND YOU WANT IT! FINE!”

Anna is crying like a baby, shaken by the reality, and Stacey is enraged, continuing to forage in her wallet and purse. I can’t think of anything, just in awe at Stacey, wanting her as I’ve never wanted a woman in my entire fucking life. Everyone is like me, silent and with eyes on Stacey. She’s ignoring us.

“Credit cards. Out. Keys to a brand-new sports car that I bought for you last week. Out. Keys to a brand-new penthouse. Out. Hundred-dollar bills. Out. Harvard student card. Out.” She now throws the purse on Anna who catches it, barely, crying her eyes out with her sister’s red slap on her face as a mark. “Here. Thirty dollars. That’s all I had at your age to start with. I’m going to be fair with you. Let’s see what you’ll make out of them.”

She shoves the thirty dollars in her wallet and throws it at her face startling her. Yeah, she’s done all this in fast moves, and all she’s taken out is in her jacket’s pockets.

“Listen to me very carefully, Anna. Mock my words. Look at the time and date of this moment. You’re alone in this world. No family, no big sis. You’re on your own from this time onwards. No home, no car, no money, no company, no nothing. Just you, your soul, your heart, your mind, your fucking body. I’m not your guardian anymore. You don’t get to call me for any shit. I’m erased from your life. Whatever happens to you, you deal with it. That’s freedom, that’s independence, that’s adulthood. No one is there to give a shit on you. It’s you who make it or break it. No more spa sessions, no more heavy shopping, no more parties, no more whatever else shit. Understood? Two things I’ve asked of you for all that. To be a good kid and a virgin until you’re old enough. And it wasn’t for my own good. It was for yours. These fuckers? They only know how to fuck and that’s fucking all. They don’t give a shit on you. Everything is a temporary bubble. There’s no fucking Prince Charming, no matter how they look outside or how much money they flaunt into your fucking face.”

Well, it depends on the woman, baby…. For you, it will be lasting and all that…. I’m smirking and adoring her, throbbing in my all, craving to have her in my arms and have her. She’s in a devil’s calm, detaching herself for real from her sister who’s shaking with her purse and wallet in her hands, with a smeared face from her tears and makeup. I’m heating up to some dangerous levels, clenching my jawline, staring at her with some animal-ready-to-capture eyes.

“That’s reality. But who the fuck am I to destroy your bubble of fake happiness, right? I’m nothing in front of you. Fine. Have a good life, Anna Alexander, and I hope you’ll eventually make your parents from above proud of you. I have no fault in whatever you’ll become or your future. It’s all on you.”

For the last sentences she’s moving her eyes left and right and up and down while speaking and now looks down for a second and back up at her sister with a cold grimace and stare. What’s the matter, baby? She’s rigid and has a killer stare, clenching her jawline, lowering her breathing, and before Anna intends to open her mouth for whatever she wants to bitch about, the door is opening and once I see Clayton stepping inside…. WHAT THE FUCK?!

Stacey has pulled out her gun from her back, from under her jacket, in the split of a fucking second, with her left hand as she’s having the door at her left, and her stare at her screaming in fright sister, fucking shooting him in his shoulders and legs sending him in pains on the fucking floor. We all jump on our feet. Anna is with her hands over her ears, dancing like crazy, crying, and Stacey is in a devilish smirk at her with a lunatic stare, with the gun pointed aside in the air, leaning her head at her right at her.

Clayton had no fucking time to realize what hit him, that fast she was. Well, we didn’t expect it either. Nothing at her predicted this move or that she fucking has a gun on her. Yeah, she’s having a tight blazer on her and nothing showing things under it, except for that inviting ass and those mouthwatering breasts, but she’s with the blazer till her neck closed, just in front, from her waist down, opened. She’s fucking skilled this baby Stacey. Some heavy training on her from her stance, stare, grimace, attitude. A noble dangerous beauty…. He, he, he….

“MOMMMMY! STACEY! WHAT DID YOU DO?! OH MY GOD!” She’s shit scared, but Stacey is laughing under her lips, narrowing her badass stare at her.

Man! Who the fuck are you, baby?! No, I’m not scared. None of us is. This is a normal thing for us. But we are shaken by her doing it…. A little woman with such…. Perfection in her all.

“Take him in, Matt. He’s down. What did I do? Well, Anna, I don’t fuck, baby. I kill. And I deal with the company, too, love. But you wouldn’t know about all that. Now you do. Your sister is a crazy ass one, to raise you. But she’s not crazy for your wellbeing now, unfortunately. Be thankful I wasn’t crazy enough to shoot you, too, for how you stained our family’s name and fucking all my sacrifices for you, babe.”

You’re crazy indeed, love…. My type of crazy…. He, he, he…. Damn! She’s so fucking me…. She’s keeping her stare and when she fast places her gun at her back with a malevolent grin at Anna….

“Mommy!” Anna startles while Clayton is whining in pains and blood on the floor and some guy is coming in to…arrest him. That should be Matt…. Not bad looking and he’s not a poor dressed one…. Who the fuck is this guy to her? He’s lustful in stare at her, now pissed at Anna….

“Let’s go, son of a bitch. Stop groaning. Take him, boys. You’re under arrest for murder, dealing, and all the other shit that you know of. You have the right to an attorney, but it won’t help that much. Whatever you say can be used against you and all that blah-blah. You know the procedure, fucker.” He launches Clayton, after he handcuffs him, in the arms of other guys he’s with.

They’re agents or detectives…. So baby Stacey is either of those…. Mmmm….

Stacey is still looking at a crying Anna who’s beyond freaked out. Baby Stacey is in a straight stance, hands at her back, head aside, blinking at her.

“Stace? Everything alright?” Get the fuck out of here!

I’m in my Alpha stance, with my hands in my pockets, looking with a fuming stare between Matt fucker who’s worried at them, Stacey and Anna. The others are silent and not interfering. It’s legal stuff so we don’t interfere. It was either us or them. It happened for them to take things in hands first, so be it. He was done anyways.

“Yeah, Matt. I’m fine. Just that for me, my sister died tonight. I’m just seeing a pathetic being before me. One that I gave my all to. Stupid, stupid me.” She’s in a disgusted stare and voice at Anna and Matt fucker lowers his eyes at her words, twisting his head, like he knows all about it.

“I’ve heard it all.” He now tilts his raging stare at Anna. “You made the biggest mistake of your life, Anna. Your sister didn’t deserve your actions, attitude and words. You don’t even know what she did for you to live like you did. Your sister is a respectable person. You should have been like her. What you’re doing right now…gains no respect. But you’ll find out on your own.”

Anna glances at him between her sobs and shivering lips, Stacey is the same as before at her, and Matt fucker is looking at us.

“You gentlemen are obliged to keep all this under confidentiality. There’ll be agents coming in in the next minutes to take your IDs info and statements, so please cooperate or you’ll be under charges for going against law.” He glares at me now and throws his chin, as I seem familiar to him. “Mr. Brian Stredge?”

I nod, but don’t say anything. I’m with the corner of my left eye on baby Stacey who’s in a cold persona, but I can see she’s devastated because of her sister.

“Well, I’m sorry for the inconvenience in the club tonight. Whatever bills to pay for damages, you can ask through the agents coming in who will take on the paperwork.”

Stacey gives a final look to Anna, ‘Hmph!’ at her, turns on her shoes and walks out like a big boss, with her hands still at her back, not saying another word. No, she hasn’t looked at any of us.

I’m coming after you, baby, soon enough…. You’re mine….

“Stace?! Sis?!” Anna wants to go after her though shaken by all that happened, but Matt bars her way with his right hand making her squeal.

Stupid kid…. Now you realize what you’ve lost, huh? Well, she was and is serious that she’s done with you. I can vouch on that from how I see her.

“Wow! No. Not happening. She said you’re out. You’ve done a lot of bad things, Anna. It’s not your first, but it’s your worst.” He’s playing the words between his teeth, moving his head at her, freezing her with his mad stare. “And I’m not a bad guy here with you, not letting you go after her. She’s in a…bad state right now after what you did, and you have no chance to make her give you one. Trust me. I know her.”

You know her, huh? What are you? Her boyfriend?! Not anymore….

“Don’t worry. I’ll send people to take you to an apartment and give you some money to live off. I’ll try to convince her with your Harvard studies and all. But you need to prove yourself in front of her like never before. You’ve disappointed her to the last drop. Don’t appear in front of her until I’ll tell you to. You’ve got my phone number so wait for my call on that. And if you need anything, under restrictions of course, you call me. But for all that I’ve just said to happen, you need to stop everything with the guy and others the like and become a good one. You’ve got time to decide until my people come in to take you. I’m doing this for your sister and not for you, but I do hope you’ll make the right thing for your life.”

He’s got a relationship with her for sure…. FUCK! Well, we’ll solve that. I’m going to run intel on her. Stacey Alexander. I’ll find out everything about you and then make you mine, baby. You’ve got no way out of my hands and life. The being pretentious self? Well, you’ve checked all the things on my list and beyond. You’re the one I want. Hell yeah!

Yeah, I’m boiling inside because of this fucker, who means well, but he’s my fucking rival. Stacey is mine and only mine. Yeah, just like that. My heart is beating for her, my manhood is yelling after her, my mind is dominated by her entire persona, and my soul craves for our union. So yeah. She’s the one and only for me from this point on. And I’ll do whatever it takes to have her.

Jon, Jack and Robert get seated and have whisky, still silent as the fucker is in here and agents are coming in. I’m standing and watching the rival and Anna who’s nodding at him, trembling and crying.

“I-I’m sorry…. Yeah, I’ll…do that.” You’ve got a long way of redemption, kid. Matt fucker studies her eyes and has a disgusted position of his lips at her, with a murdering look. He turns around and starts walking with his right hand in his pocket to the exit.

“Last chance, Anna. Use it wisely. I might be your brother-in-law one day, so don’t disappoint me.” And he’s out the door and off our sight.

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! NOT HAPPENING! She’s fucking with him…. FUCK! Oh yeah? Okay…. Watch me, baby. I’ll show you….

I grab in rage Robert’s glass of whisky and drink it in one shot, with my blood under fire and heart between heartbreak and racing in wants. Heartbreak? Well, yeah. I want her and I can’t have her yet, and there’s a fucker between me and her, though she hasn’t looked at him in a being lovers, or such a way, but that could be because of the situation. He did though. And from how he’s dealing with her sister, says a lot. He fucking loves her!