45- Enough, I’m Done - Part 1

Isabella

When the guys eventually sat down for dinner I could barely contain my nervousness, especially when Lucus had moved to eat some of his potato, placing a small amount into his mouth as I moved to bite the inner parts of my cheek, anything to keep from laughing right then and there. As it was a no-brainer that guys loved to add a little seasoning like salt to their potatoes which was something I had observed over the last couple of days so when I had gotten the urge to switch the salt for something else I knew it would burn their tongues.

Having been the one to volunteer my services in restocking items that needed to be restocked such as condiments, I used that time to swap out the salt for ghost chili powder. Feeling horrible that the servants were always so swamped with tasks that doing this simple chore was just what I needed in order to fulfill my acts of revenge while doing it playfully in the process.

So when I sat here watching as four more guys had similar reactions to the ghost chili pepper I couldn’t help but giggle. Each of their faces contorted in discomfort as it slowly burned away at their tongues. And times like this was when I wished I had a camera on me as these moments were too precious to pass up. Just then my eyes move to watch as each of the guys move to grab their glass of “water” only to smirk when each of them move to spit it right back out as salt water did not taste the best as it made things taste salty.

Of course, being seated next to Lucus didn’t help in the matter for when he moved to spit out his water, he ended up spitting at me in the process which was kinda gross but with the urge to laugh kicking in I couldn’t really care as it became hard to breathe when I finally burst into laughter unable to control myself as I did.

Just then I hear it, the sound of an angry voice as it calls out to me, “ISABELLA!” shifting my gaze across the table I can’t help but notice Alex, his face now red as a tomato, an evil glint playing in his eyes as he moves to look at me. Fuck, I’m so dead. Seeing the silent yet unspoken words I instantly shut up before pushing away from the table for I knew that look and it meant RUN!

Standing from my chair I all but dash from the room, attempting to run for the stairs as I try to get away for I knew the moment I was caught it would be game over, my feet now pounding harshly against the marble flooring, as giggles still continue to make themselves known as I run. As this game of cat and mouse was slowly becoming my new favorite thing yet I wouldn’t be telling them anytime soon.

Reaching the stairs I barely make it past the first one when strong yet masculine arms move to wrap themselves around my waist, causing me to squeal as I’m hoisted into the air. “Gotcha Neonata (Baby Girl)” whispers a husky voice as the owner of said mouth leans against my ear, hot breath brushing against it as it sends shivers down my spine. “Now it’s my turn for a little fun.”

Shivering yet again at the voice, I can’t help but find it enjoyable as the mouth moves to nibble on my ear before suddenly I’m thrown over a shoulder causing me to squeal yet again as I all but move to shout, “PUT ME DOWN YOU BIG DOLT! I’M NOT SOME SACK OF POTATO THAT YOU CAN JUST SWING AROUND WHEN YOU PLEASE!”

Sauntering up the stairs, Alex moves to ignore my cries of protest as I attempt to hit away at his back, my attempts futile as it was like hitting a brick wall when suddenly I feel a harsh slap to my ass, another squeal leaving past my lips as I’m forced to give up.

Soon shortly, I’m taken into one of the many lounge rooms, this room being not too far from the bedrooms before being plopped down onto a sofa, my butt touching soft plush material as I was expecting to have my ass paddled raw but instead, Alex chose to walk straight over to a cabinet in which he moves to grab what looked like a pad of paper and a pen before returning back to me where he all but tosses it on top of the coffee table that was sitting directly in front of me.

Standing in front of me, Alex moves to speak in italian knowing fully well that I knew how to speak it too before saying what he needed to say, “Allora scriverai mille volte che sono un monello cattivo, e imparerò a portare rispetto agli altri, compresi i miei padroni (Now then, you shall write one thousand times I am a naughty brat, and I shall learn to show my respect to others including my masters).”

Glaring slowly I refuse to budge, my stubbornness kicking in as he continues to stand in front of me. “Fallo piccola, prima lo fai prima potrai finire con la tua punizione o devo aggiungerla? (Do it baby girl, the sooner you do it the sooner you can finish with your punishment or shall I add to it?)” asks Alex, his eyes still trained on me, causing me to sigh as I move to pick up the pen, Alex now moving to sit down next to me as I move to kneel down in front of the table to write.

Sighing, I begin to feel my hands cramp when approaching the 200 mark line when suddenly the door to the lounge bursts open and in storms Grant and Tony a look of pure rage now sitting on their faces as they move to stand before us.

“Now what the fuck?” growls Alex, his eyes looking at them in concern.

“Why not try asking her” grunts Grant, his finger pointing over to me as I suddenly realize what must have happened, another round of laughter rising to greet them as I double over. Oh man, I can’t believe that actually worked. Damn, I wish I was there to see it. Falling into uncontrollable laughter I all but try to pull myself together tears now falling from my eyes from laughing so hard.

“Piccola, cosa hai fatto? (Baby girl, what did you do?)” asks Alex, his eyes now searching mine as he moves to look over to me, Grant and Tony both momentarily forgotten as he tries to get answers out of me.

Struggling to breathe, I instantly hear Tony move to speak up, “Whatever she did, she made the coffee a murky red color, and the minute you took a sip your tongue felt like it was on fire once again.”

Bursting into laughter yet again, I struggle with my words as I try to tell them what I did, “I… I.. Mixed… Hot… Sauce… with it” I say yet barely my laughter unbearable as I try to control it.

Groaning at my antics, Alex moves to face palm, his hand slowly trailing it’s way down his face before his eyes move to mine, any funny business all but pushed aside as he moves to speak again. “Make that twelve hundred words and once you're done you can stand in the corner with your nose pressed against it 30 minutes then after.”

“Che cosa? Non e cosi giusto! (What? That’s so not fair!)” I cry, all laughter now gone as I move to stare at him. Another 200 lines for something small such as that?

“Shall I add more Neonata (Baby girl), because I very well can, I sit here and smack that pretty little ass of yours” remarks Alex, making me quickly shut my mouth as I go back to writing, Grant and Tony both making their way over to me as Alex moves to explain his punishment to them.

Humming in amusement, they each move to sit behind me as I write, only stopping long enough for them to check my work when I would finish a page, the page filled front to back as I waited only to groan mentally when they would add to it, micro managing every little speck of detail as they make me redo most of my pages without any reason or adding lines when they felt like it.

Clenching my teeth, I move to finish my task almost 2 hours later right before I found myself now standing with my nose against the wall just like Alex had said as this was his added punishment for the hot sauce incident just as Lucus, Marco and Enzo move to enter the room.