The Price Of Power: Brielle's Unwanted Truth

Chapter Ten

William POV
I watched as Brielle and my brothers walked out of the mall.
Everyone in the food court watched them leave, while others watched the interaction between me and the man.  Some left, probably to avoid the fight that was about to come while others stayed. This was gonna get messy. A very, bloody mess.

The doors closed as their bodies grew smaller. I could tell Damien was about to break. He has a very short temper, and that temper shortened the moment Brielle got involved. I could tell he wanted to bash the man's head into the ground, and then punch him till he looked mangled. That was just... Damien. He loved the fight, maybe not as much as Emmett, but he sure loved to create chaos.
I sighed, and turned to the man.

He had his arms crossed and a glint in his eye. "You chased away some fresh meat." The man smirked. Oh, how you have messed up. "Oh? So she's just...some fresh meat?" I ask, chuckling darkly at the end. "Well, yeah?" He scoffs, showing his yellow teeth that looked like they haven't been brushed for months.

I smiled, and punched him so hard, that something snapped. He fell to the floor as blood gushed from his nose, and down his lip.
He brought his hand up and touched his bloodied nose, smearing some of the blood. He looked down at his fingers and darkly growled. "You shouldn't have done that, you little prick."

Prick? Prick! He has the audacity to call me a prick! He called my sister, a piece of meat! Like she's something you can buy from someone! This dude need's a serious wake up call, and I'm gonna be the one to give it to him.

I scoff and tug the cuffs of my sleeve. "Please, by all means." I say, opening my arms and looking around, giving him an open invitation to make a move. He groaned, and pushed himself up off the floor. He ran at me and threw his fist up, an attempt to hit me, but he couldn't. I was trained. This was child's play.

I smirked, and ducked under his arm, kneeing him right in the gut, making him groan. He grabbed his stomach in pain, as I grabbed his head and slammed it down on my knee. He cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his already broken nose.
I kicked him in the chest as he fell flat on his back.

People had their phones out, taking a video of the whole interaction. Word would soon get out that the oldest Anderson Child was in a fight at a mall. My family was popular. Not only were we in the mafia, we owned a very successful business, Anderson Co. We go around the world and build up businesses. We own hotels, bar's, and others.

I crouched down, balancing on my feet as I grabbed the man's shirt and pulled him up to me. I bent near his ear and whispered, "Let me tell you something. That piece of meat that I chased off, that was my sister. She's not an object to be branded or rated, she's not something you sell and trade. She's a human. She feel's and I don't think she liked the way you spoke to her. You are scum, and nothing more than that. If anything, you are an object. You don't defile a girl, never in a million ears do you even think to do that." I harshly spat.

"I don't think you know who I am, and if you did, I don't think you would have the audacity to say that about my sister. You're lucky it was me who dealt with you, considering I'm the one with the most control. If I let Damien  have his way, you may as well be dead, in a body bag and lying near a river. If I ever find you again, either harassing a woman, or talking about them as if they were an object, then I will not be held accountable for my actions." I whispered, throwing him back down harshly. replaced by fear. "Do you understand?" i said, looking at him. He quickly nodded his head and cowered away from my gaze.
"Good, I never wanna see you again."

I then made my way out of the mall and into the parking lot. We were close to the door and saw Damien and Kyle outside the
car, Damien smoking, and Kyle on his phone.
Damien was staring off until he turned my direction, and nudged Kyle. He too, looked up and smirked.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "Did you take care of him?" Damien grunted out, throwing his cigarette on the ground and squishing it. I nodded and leaned against the car.
"How is she?" I asked. "Fine, I think. She's asleep right now."
Kyle answered, tucking his phone in his pocket and making his way to his side of the car.

He slowly opened it, and hopped in. He then gently closed the door, allowing me to get in on my side. I opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, then closed it and sighed. Damien hopped in and then closed his door.

I looked behind me and saw Brielle asleep with her head leaning against the cold window. I turned the air up and inserted a CD.
The volume was turned down some as it was background noise.
It was a classical CD that we bought for when Brielle was born.
We wanted to use this when she was a baby, but we never got the chance to, so now was when I could use it.

I backed out of the parking lot and looked in the rear view mirror, double checking that I wasn't gonna hit anyone. I then fully pulled out and made my way to the exit. Damien was glaring at the car's passing by. Either angry at the fact someone dared to mess with Brielle, or the CD. Maybe he was upset that we didn't get to hold her in our arms when she was little, sing her songs to sleep or read her bedtime stories. Or mave that instead of spending her life with us, she got stuck with an abusive crap
head. She will have the life she deserved from now on.

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Brielle POV
I whined as someone gently shook me. Soft, classical music played throughout the car, making me want to fall asleep once more. I sleepily looked over to who was shaking me and saw William. "Hey, love," William smiled, running his hand through my hair. "Hi," I smiled sleepily, a yawn escaping past my lips.

"Let's head inside, the boy's have already gotten your bags." He said, unbuckling me. I nodded and opened the car door. I was greeted with a cold rush of wind and snow crunching under my feet. I whined as snow slipped into my boot, making my once warm, and toasty feet, now cold.

"What's wrong, bub?" he asked, a hand on my head. "Snow in my boat." He chuckled and led me into the heated house. He shut the door as we pulled off our jackets and shoes.

Adrien came over to us and smiled, kissing me on the head, and giving a look to Viktor. "Amelia and dad need help, um...has to deal with the business." William nodded and kissed me on the head, "Why don't you unpack your bags? Dinner will be in a
few."I nodded and then giggled as he walked off but almost tripped by Nova and Ace running to me. He muttered something on the lines of, 'Stupid dogs', and then left.

Adrien turned to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Come on, i'll help you unpack your bags." He said and brought me up stairs.

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The rest of the day was spent unpacking my bags with Adrien. He helped organize my closet, while I worked on the furniture. He said that Dallas could be the one to help with my phone.
"Dinner time!" Amelia shouted, Adrien and I rushed down the stairs to get first seats. Luckily, no one was at the table besides Amelia, who was setting down a dish of, I believe, spaghetti.
"Look's amazing, Amelia!" Adrian, smiled, taking a seat. "Thank you!" She smiled, going back into the kitchen.

I sat down beside Adrian who scooped some spaghetti on the dish. "Thanks." He nodded and scooped some for himself.
Eventually the rest of the family joined. We all said grace and then dug in, but there was something that was on my mind.
"Amelia?" I asked. She turned to me and smiled. "Yes, dear?""How come you guys speak, I think Russian?" I asked. They say some words in russian, and others in English and I was genuinely confused. "Well, your dad is English , while I'm Russian." She answered. Oh... that made sense. Why didn't I think of that?

"Oh." I answered. We then went back to eating. The boys talked about school and stuff, while others talked about sports. Dinner was filled with lively chatter. Today wasn't as bad as I thought it was.