The Princess and Her Devil Brothers✓

Chapter Nineteen

Crimson brothers stared at the small girl in front of them. Her eyes sparkled with an familiar innocence. Something about her was intriguing.

"Hello umm?" Vincent spoke sounding slightly confused.

"Myra. Our sister!" Enrique answered for her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder easing her nerves. Myra faintly smiled back at him.

"Oh. That little Myra? I remember." Damon said with a small smile.

"How have you been little one?" He asked.

"I-I am fine." This interaction was awkward. Way too much awkward. Myra just wanted to run back in her room and hide in the covers.

"Let's go in." Max decided to save her from further awkwardness. They made their way inside the mansion. Myra looked up and saw William was staring at her. She nervously looked down and followed everyone in.

They met Victor inside. He greeted the brothers and told them that Nora was in her room resting. Myra noticed the pure concern flickering in their eyes. Without a word, they moved upstairs. Victor and Max followed behind them. Triplets went to the kitchen leaving Myra to follow behind.

Just as Myra was about to take a step. Her arm was grabbed from behind and she was pinned against a wall. Her wide scared eyes met Damien amusement showing orbs. There was a glint of playfulness.

"And where do you think you are going, hot stuff? You still haven't greeted me. Bad manners. Don't you know how to treat the guests."

Myra couldn't help but roll her eyes even if she was scared in this guy's presence.

"Well don't forget that I am a guest here too." He let out a small chuckle at her words.

"And you are more cute than hot."

"What the heck does it suppose to mean?" Myra frowned, swatting his hand away as he started to play with one of her curl.

"You motherfucker! Leave her." Myra yelped in fear and shock as Damien was pushed away from her. Damien laughed but on the other hand, Myra looked uncomfortable. She was caught in a wrong position with a boy by her brother.

Emilio glared at Damien.

"I am fucking warning you Damien! Myra is not Camila or no any other cheap whores that you like to mingle with. She is my fucking sister!" Emilio growled at him and pulled Myra into a side hug.

Damien mockingly raised his hands in surrender.

"Your sister is not that innocent as she looks. She actually wants me to get in her pants." Myra gasped at Damien's amusing sounded words. Tears immediately gathered in her eyes.

"I-I w-w-wasn't." Her voice cracked and she looked up at Emilio's face. Myra was scared thinking that her brothers might not believe her and trust Damien's words. She didn't wanted them to be angry at her or hate her. In a blur, Emilio had pinned Damien against a wall. His hands gripped his collar tightly. But it wasn't something that made Damien concern. He was just looking at her tears. He didn't even imagined that she would actually start crying like that. It was just supposed to be a mere joke only.

"Stop fucking lying, you asshole! I know my sister." The words sent warmth in her heart. Myra gasped as suddenly Emilio threw a hard punch right at Damien's cheek. Damien didn't even flinched a bit.

"I am Fucking warning you one last time, Damien O'Crimson. Stay away from my little sister!" With that, Emilio grabbed her hand and made his way towards the kitchen. Myra slightly turned her head back to look at Damien and sure he was staring at her. But this time his expressions show something that made butterflies of anxiousness to dance in her stomach.

"Woah! What happened? You are fuming bro. I bet smoke is going to come out from your ears." Arles and Enrique laughed at Emilio as they grabbed liquors from the fridge.

"That motherfucker Damien was troubling Myra!" He gritted in anger.

Immediately, Arles froze and Enrique's fists tightly clenched around the liquor bottle. Their eyes moved towards Myra who oblivious to all this conversation was deep in her thought.

"I warned him though. But I don't want him ever close to Myra! He is a fucking play boy. Myra is sensitive and naive. I don't want him to take advantage of this." Emilio whispered lowly enough so his brothers could hear. They nodded in agreement.

"Myra! Come here." Arles called loudly. Myra jumped a little startled but mindlessly walked towards him. She watched as he examined her.

"He didn't hurt you anywhere, right?" He asked out in concern. Myra shook her head lightly.

"I-I am fine Arles. Don't worry." He nodded his head. Enrique worried at her quietness gave her a small pack of chocolate that he found in the fridge. Myra giggled at this and appreciatively took it.

"Thank you."

"Just remember if Damien again trouble you, you are coming straight to us." Enrique said.

"I will. Can I go to my room? My head hurts." She asked in a as usual sweet tone. Her brothers nodded at her and watched as she padded out of the kitchen.

Myra was on her way upstairs towards her room. But she paused in her steps as her eyes fell on William and Damon Crimson. Myra a little nervous connected her gaze to the floor and silently passed them. They just looked at her but didn't stopped her.