106- Blast from the Past

Isabella

When entering the room do I mentally growl. Each man now looking directly at me before slipping their phones into their pockets. Each wearing a bright smile that only made me glare more.

Standing at 6 foot 4 inches, I notice that there about the same height as Lucus but much taller than Grant, Tony and Alex. Each reminding me of twins do I move to look closer. One set of twins sporting emerald green eyes and short blonde hair while the other set of twins had blue eyes and black hair.

Bodies built like tanks as well as high cheek bones do I find myself shivering and not in a good way either. Each of them dressed in expensive black suits along with some kind of watch that looked way more expensive than what my father’s allowance would give do I move to look at their eyes instead.

My breath catching as I do. Eyes that I could never forget now unsettle me. One set blue and one set green. Eyes that haunt me for as long as I can remember.

“Who are you guys and what do you want from me?”

Attempting to be brave I try not to crack. My back slowly moving towards a wall for added distance do I continue to keep my eyes on each of them. Not willing to trust them as far as I could throw them, which, in my defense, wouldn’t be very far.

Smirking, one of the four large men move to speak up.

“Oh Isabella” coos the voice, his body slowly sauntering towards mine. Large hands moving to wrap themselves around my body which causes me to flinch.

Arching a brow, clearly not happy with my reaction at being touched does he move to box me in. The other three moving to join him as he does. Their aura’s enough to drown me as warm hot breath reaches my face. Dangerous blue eyes now boring into my soul as he does.

Rough hands now moving to grab me by the neck as I’m forcefully shoved against the wall. A wall I now cornered myself against as I try not to panic.

“Never. Ever. Cower away from either of us. Ever. Do you understand me, Sweetheart?”

With venom now dripping from within his voice does he continue to hold me by the throat. My eyes now dancing to each of them as they each move to hold the same expression upon their faces. Rage.

“We’ll forgive you Sweetheart. But only this once. But break our rules again and….”

Halting in his words does he move to caress my cheek with a free hand. My body now trying to get away from them. A low chuckle now rising as they move to step away from me. My eyes never leaving theirs even as my mind races at where I could have seen them before. My thoughts now clicking together like pieces of a puzzle.

“YOU!” I suddenly cry out. “You were the four strangers who helped me escape that night from Lucus’s compound. But… you each had different color eyes and none of you had accents like you do now.”

“Ah yes, very good of you to finally figure it out my love. Contacts and a tiny bit of prosthetics can really go along way” chuckles the man. The other three finding it funny as well.

“But… I don’t understand. Why?”

“Why what?” asks another male voice.

“Why help me only to take me away yet again?”

Unsure of what their game was, do I try to keep it together. Knowing there was a lot more that I wanted to ask them but didn’t.

Holding my gaze do neither of them seem like they want to answer my question. Instead, each opting for kissing my lips gently in turn. Each of them then walking away from me slowly. Each reaching for the door only to pause. Eyes now locking with mine once again before one of them finally moves to speak up.

“Don’t worry sweet girl. All your answers shall be answered in due time. For now, just know that our names our Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia. And you, our dearest Princess, have been promised to us since the day you were born. We allowed you to get taken from us once but never again. Now that we have you, we won’t be letting you go anytime soon. At least not without a fight. You belong to us and only us.”

With that said do each of them move to leave the room. The door closing directly behind them with a loud click as my body slowly falls to the floor. Tears now falling from my eyes as I sob. These men who have been my constant nightmare have now become my biggest reality.

Oh Lucus…. Where are you?

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Antonio

After leaving Isabella’s bedroom do we each move to head for my office. Approaching the room and my desk do I move to pull up the camera from within Isabella’s room. Placing the video up on the big screen for each of us to see do we continue to watch her. Her body still sitting on the floor between the bed and the wall do we continue to watch her.

Currently a crying mess we almost feel sorry for her. Almost. But once we get her started on her training and get her to where she needs to be then we’ll finally tell her, until then we’ll keep her in the dark for a little while longer.

Only another 72 days and then she’ll be ours. Ours to claim, ours to mark and ours to do as we very well please, including but not limited to knocking her up with our offspring. Our babies.

With eyes still on Isabella does Hayden along with Angel and Caleb come waltzing into the room followed by Ashton. Each making themselves comfortable within the room before Hayden moves over to my bar.

Pouring himself a glass of my most expensive whiskey before taking a sip. Making sure that he offers each of us one in return before speaking.

“So… How’s the girl?”

Moving to accept his offer on the whiskey do each of us move to take a slight sip. The amber liquid a friendly reminder as to why I liked whiskey compared to many other drinks. A small buzz making itself known from behind my eyes as it does.

“Adjusting” answers Angelo, his hands raising his own glass to his lips before taking a sip. Vincent and Lucia both doing the same thing as well as I move to look over at Angel and Caleb.

Both clearly uncomfortable with the current situation at hand. A part of me knowing that each of them grew up together as children would eventually become challenging. But nothing was ever easy right? And soon, both of them would learn that the longer she stayed here.

Plus, having a familiar face or two around the compound might do her some good.

“Any news on the fuck tards?” asks Lucia, who takes another sip of his whiskey. “or of the one that I managed to shoot that day at the mall?”

“No Sirs. If there’s anything new going on their keeping a tight lip on it. Including that of their men. But from what I managed to gather, it doesn’t sound promising. That guy that Lucia had shot is still within a coma” answers Ashton from his spot within the room.

Smirking in approval I move to raise my glass to Lucia. “Nicely done my friend.”

Nodding his head does he manage to smile before taking another sip of his drink. A silence filling the air until Angelo speaks up. “Any news on when our next shipment will be arriving?” A need to know now rising as we’ve been making arrangements for all future shipments to be delivered straight here until further notice.

A part of us hating to do business so close to our home but with Isabella untrained and unfamiliar with her new home we needed to be close to her. To guide her.

“Our first two shipments should be arriving in about three days. There just being processed and then they’ll ship. The other two are in route and should be hear any day now” explains Angel from her spot next to Caleb.

Currently playing with her pocketknife that was given to her by our father, you can still make out the Princess crown that was still etched within the handle which meant she took very good care of it since receiving it.

Taking another gulp of whiskey do I move to place my now empty glass down. My eyes now locking with those within the room before speaking.

“Then let’s get this shit on the road, we got shipments to process and a Princess to discipline.”

Moving to stand, we all move to leave the room. My eyes lingering only slightly upon the big screen before turning to follow after each of them. Gesturing to my brother to lead the charge do I move to make a quick detour. My feet leading me back towards Isabella’s room. Her guards still posted at the door as they each move to greet me as I enter the room.

Isabella now fast asleep within the corner of the room as I move to pick her up carefully. Making sure not to wake her as I move to put her back onto the bed. Her cheeks red and eyes swollen from where she had been crying.

Reaching for the dusty pink duvet cover do I move to cover her up. My eyes lingering just a few minutes longer before moving to clean her face slowly. Taking a warm damp cloth, I move to wipe her face clean of any and all tears before taking a step back.

Admiring her beauty that makes Isabella who she is do I move to lean down to kiss her. My lips brushing hers lightly before pulling away. Not wanting to risk her waking up and finding me back within her room do I move to whisper within her ear softly.

“Sleep tight my darling. We’ll come see you soon, promise”

And with that said I move to leave her room once again, making sure to lock her bedroom door as I do.