Chapter Seventy five
**CYRUS**
I have never been so angry in my life. I want to get my hands on Bella and strangle her to death but I doubt that would soothe my anger, I want to get her in my arms and cut her to tiny pieces while I look at her eyes and see her go through the pain that is putting me through tonight. That little wretched bitch, I knew who she was and living with her for a few months made me soft and look what happened?
Cullen is such a little bitch to pull a stunt like that in front of y parents. He did that to piss me off but I fail to understand what he hopes to achieve from the whole ordeal. Bella will certainly never speak to him again and he gambled with my feelings for Bella, although I doubt I was much on his mind than to make me mad but I know he cares about Bella and I doubt they are ever coming from this.
I guess he did me a favor in that regard but I can’t take the anger from the humiliation. How dare she think and plot to deceive me with my brother for so long, unfucking believable but still believable I guess. How she lied to me on end about not being ready all the while she was playing me for a fool, turns out she was the fool all along. I laugh angrily and look toward the sky.
I know I should go back home but for some reason I can’t leave the house. I was kicked out of the house but as soon as I was outside the door I told the guards to take a hike, they know not to question and left me on the doorstep where I have been sitting for hours now. Cullen immediately got in his car and left the moment he got outside, if he goes looking for trouble he better expect someone else to bail his ass because it won’t be me.
I can’t let Bella win; she can’t put a wedge between my brother and me with those doe eyes, and those beautiful lips and that nose that I want to bite every time I kiss her. I don’t know yet what I am going to do to the wicked princess but it’s going to be slow and I will make sure it’s excruciatingly painful. I love my little brother but he really needs to get over Bella fast, he is engaged to the Irish and if this got out we can’t risk offending the Irish twice in a year. Fuck. This is all bella’s fault.
I walk to the side of the house and climb the tree that would lead me to bella’s bedroom. This is my home and I know every inch of it, there is no way I am letting her sleep in peace tonight. I jump from the branch to the window and bid my time listening inside, when I find it quite I pick inside and I am disappointed to find my mom in bed with Bella, soothing her to sleep. She should be soothing me, her son but of course Bella is more precious. I get back down. I will wait all night if I have to.
The door behind me opens and my father walks up to me with a blanket and a cigar in his mouth. He gives me the blanket and lights his cigar, his wearing his pajamas so I know he is probably going to bed.
“Mother knows your smoking again?” I ask him looking at the garden in front of me
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” He answers
“She will smell the tobacco on you and she will get mad. Probably kick you in the dog house for weeks.”I tell him, because I know I will hear about it until my ears burn.
“She won’t find out thanks to your little show tonight. She is sleeping in bella’s room and taking care of her for the night.” He answers bitterly sending me an angry look like it’s my fault
“Oh.” I say but internally I am like fuck! I guess I won’t be visiting her tonight after all.
“Considering you made the mess I can’t believe I have to deal with the consequences of your actions.
“Sorry you have to sleep alone for the night and are afraid of the dark.” I tell him bitterly, I don’t know what he is crying about, at least he gets to sleep in his bed with his wife okay with him.
“You boys grow up and I think I got rid of you and you still manage to cock block me every step of the way. We should probably cancel the Sunday dinners after this.”
“Mother won’t agree to it. She loves us too much.” I tell him smugly
“Had I known I would never have had kids. You lot are a mess.”
“Truer words have never been spoken. I will never have kids, too much drama.” I say and my father laughs heartily but he doesn’t know how serious I am at that point.
“Is it really true?” He asks all of a sudden after we have been quite for a while.
“What?
“That you haven’t been with your wife ever since you got married?” he asks like he is keeping himself from laughing. I grit my teeth angrily.
“Dad…it’s not funny okay?”
“You have more control than me son, I wouldn’t last a week with your mother in the same house. How did you get to six months?” he says with a chuckle and starts laughing.
“I don’t want to hear about your sex life dad, she is my mother. What’s wrong with you?”
“You’re a lot stronger than me because you have more control of yourself, you’re going to make a great don one day.” he says patting me on the shoulder and getting back inside the house. When he gets to the door he turns back and looks at me
“Your mother sent me down to bring you that blanket and tell you if you’re not living to go stay in the guard house or the car, she doesn’t want you catching a cold. She is still mad though so don’t go climbing the window again and don’t let her catch you inside the house.”
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