Bow Down And Beg For Mercy

Chapter 6

"You just had to run your mouth, didn't you?" My eyes plunge daggers into his head.

Flame smiles at me, clearly unbothered by my glare if not amused by it. Jerk. He told everyone that Winter and I had a "slumber party" and now our siblings won't stop asking questions.

"What were you doing?"

"Why was I not invited and she was?"

"Did you talk about boys? Do I know them? They're dead if I do."

The entire time I'm being interrogated, he just add on more details that doesn't exist and things that never happened. For example, apparently we had a guard in my room and 'played' with him. I wish I could just shove my foot upside his head right now.

"It wasn't a slumber party, now can you shut up before I lose my appetite!" I bang fists on the table and Flame makes an 'oop' noise before throwing his head back laughing, hugging is stomach and I've just about had it with him. Narrowing my eyes, I pick up a butter knife, locking my vision onto his Adam's apple that bobs in his throat as he laughs and then throw it.

The knife whisks through the air, only a few centimetres away from my target, a hand grabs the base, holding it from his throat.

"Now, now Sylvia. Killing your brother brings us no benefits. We need him alive, uninjured and able." Papa points the knife at me with a disapproving shake of his head as he takes his seat at the head of the table. Mama likes to sleep in late because she has that luxury and we don't, so she eats breakfast in bed. IN BED.

Flame sits frozen in place, eyes wide and shoulders tense before suddenly gasping, leaning back as a late reaction, "You could have killed me, you psycho!" I shrug, "Could have, would have and should have." He gapes at me, reaching for his cutting knife, ready to throw it at me.

"If one more utensil is thrown across this table, that person goes to the shooting range," Papa warns, pointing the knife he took from me, at us, with a serious look in his eyes which tells that we would be shooting rounds until our arms fall off.

My brother huffs in frustration, placing the knife down but not before he drags it across his throat in a threatening manner, whilst maintaining eye contact with me.

"I'd love to see you try." The corner of my lip turns up into a cocky smirk because of how sure I am that if we were to step into a ring right now, we both know who would win.

Hint: it wouldn't be him.

He scowls, crossing his arms over his chest, silently glaring at me as I continue to eat my breakfast.

What are the odds of it being waffles?

I know Mist is living her best life at this moment as she inhales the whipped cream coated waffle with a slice of strawberry on top.

"Sylvia, I need you to visit one of the clubs. There has been some complaints from the girls about new member who as been visiting often recently. He doesn't seem to understand that the ladies should not be touched, especially without their explicit permission to do so." Papa says, reading from his phone as he devours an omelette.

With peaked interest, I nod, wiping whipped cream from the corner of my lip and then licking my thumb. "Sure, do I have to go alone?" I question, downing a glass of orange juice. He nods, "I have to talk to your siblings about the roles they will be playing in tonight's mission."

Soft groans are heard around the table.

"Enough." He commands, glancing up from his phone threateningly, daring them to continue at their own risk. All noises cease.

"Flame, your assignment is to find the blueprints of the architectural structure of the Lorenzo mansion. We will need to know all the entrances and exits, to have the plan go successfully. Winter, will be going undercover soon, as a new maid." He announces calmly.