112- Grandfather?

Isabella

“G-Grandfather?”

No. This couldn’t be. Not in a million years could this be happening to me for a second time. My head and my heart now attempting to play catchup with one another as it does.

Impossible. How? Why? When? None of this made any sense to me.

My grandfather was supposed to be dead. I mourned. My whole family mourned for this man. We even had men dressed in black come to our home and directly tell us that he was dead. I literally stood there and watched as my own mother cried. Screaming in pain as my father sat there and tried to comfort her the best way he could.

Cradling her until she eventually passed out into a deep sleep. Only then would my father then move to take her to bed. My own body numb as I tried to process what we were told. Yet, here he was. Like a smack to the face as he stands in front of me, his eyes guarded while holding a small smirk.

No. Shaking my head I refuse to believe it. Refused to believe that my own grandfather was still alive because if he was, then surely he would have called mom, right? He would have come home and talked sense into my own father when his business was tanking because of his shady investors before he decided to offer my hand in marriage to Lucus and his brothers. No. I refuse to believe that this is the same man.

My grandfather died when I was just 18 years old. I learned a long time ago to just accept that fact and move on. That me and my family would never ever see this man again. Yet again, here he was. So just who was this man standing before me?

Snapping from my thoughts do I instantly hear the sound of expensive shoes walking along marble flooring just as a voice moves to speak out. “Luca! We need you back inside, there’s a problem with the…” pausing in his words do I turn to see the men from my constant living hell.

Antonio. Angelo. Vincent and Lucia.

Still clutched by the man whose supposed to be my grandfather do their faces now look to me in shock as they each lock eyes with mine. Seconds ticking by until each of them smile dangerously low. A dangerous glint now in each of their eyes as Antonio moves to come closer.

“How the fuck did you manage to escape your room sweetheart?”

Debating if I should be a brat to them or not, do I decide to just say fuck it all to bloody hell and just say what it was that I needed to say, not caring what they thought once I spoke the words.

“Well… if you must know. Your little guard dogs went off their fucking leash. Figured I’d take that time to explore and frolic around the halls while I still could.”

Groaning at my words does Antonio move to pinch the bridge of his nose. Clearly not amused by my words as he does. “Get back to your room. Now. We’ll be up shortly to deal with you.”

Yeah, No.

Giving each of them the best smile that I could muster do I move to speak yet again. “I think not you asshole. I think I’ll just continue frolicking like I planned on doing before I was rudely interrupted.”

Now moving to yank my arm free of the man who was supposedly my grandfather, I mean Luca, do I quickly move to sidestep him before making a mad dash for the door. Hoping to put some distance between me and them only to stop.

A firm hand now grabbing me by the hair as they move to yank me backwards. Preventing me from getting anywhere close to the fucking door. Arms like a vice now holding me tightly.

My body now flushed with one made of steel. A strong yet sculpted ab and a chiseled chest now gave me the perfect impression of a stone statue. Or of Satan himself. But I already had four sexy Gods waiting for me back at home, so I really didn’t care. And plus, these men could never compare to them, not even by a long shot.

Yelping in pain, do I attempt to free myself. His grip on me tightening as he moves to yank my face up to greet his now stern one. Eyes almost black like the devil himself do I move to speak out. My teeth clenched as I do. “Can you please let go of me?” my scalp now burning at the tightness. “Your hurting me. Now please. Let. Me. Go.”

Attempting not to cry do I continue to fight him in order to put some distance between us. My attempts futile and only seemed to make him madder if that was even possible.

“Remember who your dealing with. Little girl. You’d think by now that you’d learn that we don’t tolerate your bratty behavior” seeths Antonio, his hand that currently held me against him now squeezing me painfully.

Fuck. That’ll bruise by tomorrow.

“And who are you again? I can’t seem to remember here exactly.”

Surprised by this newfound side of me do I move to rest my hands against his hips. Having stopped trying to get away from him does Antonio chuckle. His lips now resting along my temple as he moves to kiss me. My insides cringing as he does. Gross.

Angelo, Vincent and Lucia each silently watching us as he does. A part of me forgetting that they always did things together, including torturing me. Like they were joined at the hip or something.

Antonio’s voice now pulling me from my thoughts as he speaks. “Luca. Take your granddaughter here back to her room and make sure her door is locked.”

Refusing to go down without a fight do I move to tighten my hold along Antonio. Antonio now raising a brow to me as I do. Luca attempting to grab me by the shoulder as Antonio loosens his hold over me slowly.

My voice firm as I move to speak up. “What? Too scared to do it yourself? Or what about your little friends? Can’t they do it?”

Knowing I was only digging myself deeper by taunting them do I move to make a split-second decision. One that would either save me or get me killed. A small smile now rising upon my face as I move to grab Antonio’s gun from behind his back.

The gun now placed just beneath his chin as Angelo, Vincent and Lucia each move to rush closer. Antonio quick to raise his hand to stop them as his eyes watch mine. Rage. Anger and even admiration now oozing from his body.

Clicking off the safety as I’ve been taught to do, do I continue to keep it pressed firmly against his chin. My finger itching to pull the trigger and end his life right there and then. A devilish smirk now gracing Antonio’s face as if he knew something that I didn’t.

“Do it. Go on. Pull the trigger. You know you want to sweet girl. So why don’t you do it already? Show us what you got.”

Feeling my hand begin to shake do I attempt to keep my own shit together. Even as Luca moves to speak to me. His voice low in a warning as he does.

“ISABELLA”

With eyes still locked on his does all my pent up rage and hate begin to surface. My hand quick to pull the trigger without a second thought. Ready to end it all just so I could be free of this hell hole they called a home.

Click.

Glancing towards the gun and then back to Antonio and then back to the gun do I move to try again.

Click.

No. No.

Clicking the trigger again and again, I fail to see Antonio’s smirk grow bigger and bigger. Aware that I was holding an unloaded gun within my hand.

Realization soon hitting me right in the face. Fucking hell. How could I have missed the fact that the gun wasn’t loaded. It’s the first thing Alex taught me when holding a gun. Fuck. No. I can’t believe I made such a rookie mistake. A mistake that would now cost me dearly.

Unsure of what to do now does Antonio move to grab the gun. His other hand moving to grab my wrist within a death grip. A dangerous smirk now gracing his features as he speaks up. The smell of mint and cigars hitting my face as he does.

“Oh sweet girl. You really should have checked to see if the gun was loaded. Now we get to have our fun.”

With his grip still on my wrist does he move to spin me around quickly. My arm now behind my back. Pain shooting along my arm as I struggle to get free. Luca now moving to box me in as do Angelo, Vincent and Lucia.

Luca’s hand now on my shoulder as he moves to look at me with that of a pained expression. Sorrow dancing along his eyes as he does.

“No. Please.”

Still struggling to get free do I attempt to kick, punch and slap whatever I could. Antonio’s grip only holding me tighter as I scream out in pain and anger. Angelo moving to whisper something within my ear as my other arm moves to clock him in the face. Christ. That fucking hurt. Shock now crossing everyone’s face momentarily until the grip on my arm tightens.

Angelo now spitting out blood from his mouth as it drips onto the floor. None of them concerned by it while I tried to live out my short victory of actually punching someone.

Antonio quick to grab my other arm before yanking it behind me as well. The sound of metal clicking together moves to grab my attention as I struggle within the chains. The sound of laughter reaching my ears as Antonio, Vincent and Lucia all laugh. Angelo nursing the blow to his face. Hot tears now cascading down and along my face as each move to kiss me along the forehead.

Vincent now moving to speak up before anyone else could.

“Actually Luca. Why not take her to our “Dark” room. We’ll move to punish her later once we handle what needs to be handled”

Releasing their hold over me do each move to walk away. Luca’s hands now quick to grab me by the arm as he moves to drag me away. My body kicking and screaming as he does.