Bow Down And Beg For Mercy

Chapter 9

The door is opened for Winter and I, with her getting out first and me following as the youngest of the six. Papa likes to introduce us in descending order of age- which is fine, he's saving the best for last.

As we walk into the mansion, I notice how clean it is compared to the masterpiece I made yesterday. Now that I have time to look around, it dawns on me how nice the place is. The walls are painted white and decorated with gold highlights in the corner parts of the building. The chandelier that hangs from the ceiling, is the same shade of gold and adorned with diamonds, that is possibly worth more that someone's rent for an entire year, maybe more- a lot more.

Everything is well polished and the brightness is really irritating my eyes, I liked it better yesterday, when it was covered in blood and echoed with screams.

Men in black suits come up to us, shoulders stiff with hasty steps. "May we relieve you of your coats?" One of them clears his throat after asking in a deep voice, eyes lowered to the floor, shifting his body weight from one leg to the other nervously. "Sure," I answer, letting my coat slip off the blades of my shoulders, down my elbows and pulling my arms out, slowly revealing more and more skin in a sensual manner.

His mouth falls open when his eyes catch my tattoos and I smile at him as give my coat to him, lightly briefly brushing our fingers together, causing him to suck in a breath, retracting his hand at lightning speed, red blossoming on his cheeks as he clenches his jaw. The longer I stare at the red tint, the deeper it gets and travels to his ears and down to the nape of his neck as he fidgets under my intense gaze.

"If you want to keep your eyes in your head, you won't look at her again," Lucian threatens narrowing his eyes as he steps forward. The man pales, dropping his head, nodding and avoiding eye contact with anyone at all, not risking losing his vision because of a stranger.

"Lucian, Sylvia." Papa says in a warning tone with a blank expression.

I roll my eyes. Kill joy.

"Please, come with us to the dining room." An older man says with a gesture of his hand and a respectful bow of his head, not an ounce of fear coming off him and Papa walks off in that direction, with Mama clinging to his arm, no doubt judging everything that enters her field of vision and comparing it to what we have at home.

She's not impressed to say the least.

Entering the dining hall, the Lorenzo's have already taken their seats, plates clean and empty in front of them, everything untouched, appearing to be polite and patient when waiting for the arrival of their guests.

Yeah, right.

The head of the Lorenzo family has a vein coming out of his forehead, with his hands squeezed together, his wife tapping her fingers on the arm rest of her chair, an annoyed expression on her face and a cute red head, whose leg is bouncing under the table as she nibbles on the end of her false nails.

I briefly saw her yesterday but only for a few seconds before I had to go after killing the two guards outside her brother's room but letting the one inside live. I did a background check on him and he is technically considered family, so that saved his life.

They look very... basic.

As we get closer, they look towards us, standing from their seats to greet us with false politeness. Papa exchanges a monotonous greeting with the other older male as they give each other a firm handshake. Mama stands beside him, her hands clasped in front of her, still examining her surroundings whilst Mrs Lorenzo is holding onto her fake smile for dear life.

"These are my children. This is the eldest, Blade, our second eldest Mist, then the twins Flame and Lucian followed by Winter and the youngest, Sylvia." Papa introduced, gesturing to us individually, to which we respond with a curt nod.