17_ new driver

Hunter Easton De Russo

"Where the fucking hell did you come from? Do you realize how many people want to murder our family? Would you wish to resemble your father or your mother? Should I provide you with a driver or a bodyguard?"

As my brother enters our home, I yell at him.

"Surprisingly, you care about me." I assumed you didn't love me as much as my father did. This is the first time I've felt like a De Russo since learning I was one."

I grabbed his wrist and drew him in. "Sorry for breaking your baubles; I didn't care about you; I only needed to because your father's will requires me to safeguard you until you can handle yourself. Don't confuse it for concern."

I can see through his eyes that he was hurt yet I ignore it.

I return to my room, frustrated. My half sibling was left in the living room. He simply inquired me, that he needed to go to an orphanage this morning. However, I had been contacting him when I noticed it was becoming dark, but he did not answer the phone. I was about to call an investigator, but he appeared in front of me just as I was ready to do so. I certainly don't care about him. However, my father's blasted testament requires me to look after that brat, whether I like him or not. I couldn't simply let him bait our adversaries.

To my chagrin, I have yet to read the complete document about my father's inheritance, as well as the hidden note he left for me, because I knew it was all about his dumb things, reminding me of all he wanted me to do. Such as taking over his firm and, of course, his bastard son. There's no other reason he'd leave a decent darn letter, so I just tucked it away in my cupboard.

I sigh, then perch on the edge of my bed and switch on the TV to watch something relaxing. But when I watched the news, I became frustrated. It was Yantisco, and he was announcing his daughter's wedding date through the Ferrer's next month. Fuck! I want to break the TV because of the way he smiles.

Lexi called when my phone rung. I'd been avoiding her and another of my friends for a few days after the day, so I canceled the call, as I normally do.

Someone knocks on my door after an hour of staring at the ceiling. Hendrix's face appears as I open the door.

"What do you need?" "If you came here to annoy me, you can leave," he remarked before closing the door. "If you don't mind, I'd like to propose a driver for you. Because, as you mentioned, we have a lot of enemies, therefore being surrounded by individuals we know is preferable to being surrounded by people we don't know. I had already contacted him. He'll be here tomorrow."

I close my eyes. "You seem to know that guy well, huh?" I inquire, and Hendrix nods.

"He was one of my orphanage friends." He was excellent. Please let him in. I wanted to help him because he had been booted out of his flat after losing his former work as a waiter."

I cock my head. "OK, I will accept him since you know him well." I mentioned this since my half brother appears desperate to me. He could have already promised his pal that he would help him. That's why, even if he knew how mad I was, he'd still come to me right now.

Maybe in this section I can state that we are similar because I was the type of person who wanted to aid friends if something awful happened to them.

He then said thank you and cheerfully returns to his room.

"That brat was really something." I shut the door and return to my thoughts.

early in the morning

I was about to leave for work when I noticed Hendrix and another guy getting out of their car. He was a short man with a mustache and a beard. His silver-colored short hair was immaculate, and he was dressed in the driver's uniform, a black suit, and a dark gray tie. When I stare into his eyes, he looks familiar, but he also looks like one of those kpop bands that get big on the internet these days. Perhaps he appears recognizable because it was all over the internet and sometimes billboards. He's a one-of-a-kind and gorgeous man, but he appears queer to me.

"This is Luis, Hunter. Are you going to interview him?"

Hendrix inquired. I took a look at my watch.

"If I do that, I will be late. Perhaps you could leave his resume on my office desk. I was referring to my office in the mansion. But, since you were so close, I doubt I'll need it. In addition, I will give you with a guard so that you are always safe."

I tilted my head as I glanced at the man. He seemed really familiar. "Can you lessen your perfume?" I asked, my brows narrowing. It looks to be excessive and causes nasal irritation.

The man saluted and answered, "Yes sir," in a croaky voice. low yet rough, as if had a sore throat but it was all too familiar.

"I'm leaving, but I'm taking that guy instead of my driver. We switched drivers, possibly to see if he actually could drive well. For a little second, I noticed the man's gray eyes panicking. Perhaps he was just nervous. because it is his first day of work. And I'm kind a intimidating person so I understand him.

"I don't want someone who has doubts about what they want to do. You must prepare yourself since you are aware of how important the De Russo person is, when you enter this estate. You must be trustworthy and courageous. That is what I expected about all of my people."

The man looked me in the eyes and answered, "yes sir."