148- Never Underestimate Anyone

Third Person

When entering the room does Alex move to scoop up Isabella within a tight embrace. His voice now laced with taunting. “Agapi Mou (My Love) did you finally find the dress? Or did these wolves move to eat you instead?”

Narrowing her eyes does Sophia move to speak. Ares still next to her as she does. “What was that boy? Care to come a little closer and try that again?”

“Uh no thanks. I’d rather keep my balls thank you very much” says Alex, suddenly remembering what their mother had done to Lucus back in the office when he acted out against her. Not wanting to relive that moment anytime soon if he could help it.

Lucus and the others now rolling their eyes before each moving to greet Isabella with a kiss. Ares not happy as he moves to growl at each of them in turn. Tony attempting to growl back, which only makes Isabella laugh at his silly attempts to do so.

“So… any luck then?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I did.”

“Awesome, can we see it then?”

“NO!” shout all three of the women. There word final which instantly ends the discussion and fast. Sophia soon quick to excuse herself with the help of her friend Angelica as Angelica moves to help Lucus’s mother back to her room to rest. Her body still recovering from being shot at six fucking times.

Tony soon approaching Isabella once they were alone before swiftly lifting her into his arms. Isabella soon tossed gently over his shoulder as they move to head for the master playroom. Isabella quick to notice the change in scenery as they move to take her towards the role playing room instead of the bed.

The room decorated in all sorts of wedding décor including that of the St. Andrews cross. Isabella soon spotting skimpy white lingerie as it sat neatly upon a chair. Waiting. Her only command from each of them was to change.

Doing as she’s told does Isabella move to the ensuite bathroom. Lingerie in tow as she moves to put it on. Eyes soon noticing a garter belt along with white thigh high stockings. Her eyes quickly noticing how little the rest of her outfit seemed to cover her body. A part of her thinking that tassels would have been a better choice in clothing than what they had given her to wear currently.

A devilish thought soon rising as she moves to go against protocol. Already knowing that Alex would most likely love what she was about to do while Lucus on the other hand would not. Her hands quick in tying her hair into long braided pigtails with little white bows does Isabella move to exit the room.

Her men each waiting for her as she moves to appear before each of them. Three of the four now looking at her in utter surprise while the last one only seemed to scowl. Each of her men still dressed in their usual black pants while each wore their shirts wide open.

Lucus clearly not happy by what Isabella had done and moves to voice his concern. “Did we give you permission to do that, slave?”

“No.”

Now looking to one another slowly do each of them move to smirk softly. As it would appear that their sweet baby girl decided she wanted to be a brat for them instead.

“Have you forgotten who it is that your speaking to little girl?” asks Tony his eye arched in response.

“Nope” replies Isabella. Her head held high as she continues to be disobedient to each of her men.

Each of them soon moving to approach her slowly as they each move to back her into a wall. Isabella not one to give up as she moves to find a small thrill at pushing each of their buttons, except now. The look they were giving her was enough to make her gulp.

“And where do you think your going little one. You know you can’t outrun us” teases Alex, clearly amused by her choice in actions.

“Oh yeah? Well who said anything about trying to outrun either of you then? For the first rule that you’ve ever given me was to never underestimate anyone, including any of you.”

With that said, does Isabella move to fake her escape. Her body soon dropping to her knees a few seconds later as she moves to crawl under a table. Her men each laughing as they move to chase after her quickly.

Meanwhile, over in an isolated location….

“AGAIN” yells Antonio. His voice ringing from within as he moves to sit next to each of his brothers. Each of them now watching as one of their fighters now stood before them carefully. Their fighting partner now moving to stand back up before sizing up the other.

Their newly renovated gym, although small was the perfect location for them as they sat their training for the upcoming war. A war they were sure they would win without any doubt.

“Watch for weakness! Always use that to exploit it, no matter what” commands Angelo from alongside his brother.

The fighters now sparring with only their fists. The older fighter with more experience now getting in a few good hits on the one much younger than himself. The older one landing hit after hit to the younger ones abdomen.

The younger one soon dropping to his knees. Their bodies glistening in sweat as the younger one takes a second to notice something that the other had clearly forgotten, now deciding to use what Angelo had said about exploiting it.

Antonio and his brothers now surprised as the hits kept going until finally with one swift right hook and a quick kick to the thigh was it enough to send the older one down for the count and in extreme pain as well.

The younger fighter still going and going until he eventually lands a kick to the mans ribs and face until he was no longer moving. The man now unconscious as the younger one paused to take a breather.

Antonio and his brothers impressed as he moves to clap his hands. Vincent soon moving to approach the young fighter as he moves to inspect the other one with the toe of his shoe. The man still unmoving. Vincent now turning towards the other with a smile.

“Nicely done kid. As arrogance will only get you so far before it becomes your downfall. Guess we should have told him to never underestimate anyone before continuing the match.” Vincent now frowning when he got no response from the one on the ground before turning back towards the victor.

“Go. Go shower. Tonight, we celebrate. For tonight, we’ll let you have your pick of any two girls from within our club. Consider it a gift for a job well done.”

With that said, do each of them move to leave the room. Antonio now heading for his desk within a room while his brothers each move to sit directly in front of him, each of them clearly exhausted. A few new files now laying along his desk as he moves to inspect each of them slowly.

Secretly annoyed with Lucus and his men as they had managed to clear out most of their empire, leaving them with nothing except rubble and ash. Forcing them to get new inventory along with new investors and more profitable women. Including sending their men back out and hunt down those that belonged to them prior.

Antonio now lost to his thoughts as he moves to think back to their latest heist. The one against Lucus and his men. Having learned that a caravan was leaving the compound did opportunity strike. A grin soon rising along his stone cold face.

With 12 dead and 3 injured, Antonio and his brothers were pleasantly pleased. As one of those kills had belonged to Lucus’s mother. Having gotten the drop on him from one of his informants that Hayden and Ashton were now being held prisoner did Antonio make sure to fill her body with a few extra bullets.

A knock soon rising within the room as each of them move to see who was now standing at the door. Their newest commander, Diego, soon entering the room before speaking.

“BOSSES”

Approaching the desk does Diego move to hand Antonio a folder. Vincent, Lucia and Angelo all curious as to what was inside it. A wide range of emotions soon rising along Antonio’s face as he moves to speak up.

“Are these all from today?”

“Yes. Taken just minutes ago.”

Grinding his teeth does Antonio move to look up, his hands now moving to give Angelo and the others the folder for each of them to see. Diego’s face laced by a long nasty scar along his face from their attack upon the compound.

“Anything else that we should know?”

Hesitating slowly does Diego move to speak yet again. “Yes, Sirs. Our intel over in Lucus’s compound has informed us that their wedding has been moved up. 6 weeks to be exact.”

At the mention of that do each of them move to look more closely at him, neither pleased by that bit of lone information as Antonio moves to control his anger. “Perfect. Continue like scheduled. Soon that wedding will be nothing, but a blood bath and it’ll be us who marry Isabella instead” seethes Antonio before dismissing Diego. His eyes now back on the photo’s that laid upon his desk.

Six weeks, thinks Antonio. Six weeks and then she’ll be ours once more.