𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐖𝐎

I stare at the old antique clock in the far corner of the room. I've been sitting on an old Woden chair for the past three hours. My body hurt too much.

I wish I could disown my brother.

My plans for tonight were to sit on my comfortable soft couch and watch my favourite show and eat ice cream.

My stupid brother on the other had dared to sleep on the stupid chair he was cuffed to, mouth wide.

I didn't have a chance to study the room too much as I was staring at the floor most of the time. The room was full of bars. Cells. The floor was rusty-looking with red stains on it. Blood?

I took deep breaths knowing, that my brother's blood and possibly my blood will also be smudged onto that floor. The men standing in the room hadn't stopped to sit down since they brought us in here.

I don't know how they do it. Just stand and watch people all day, take orders.

This room is similar to one of the rooms my father has at the mansion, back in Lakeside. Our torture room.

Another mafia?

I wonder if the men in this room know we are the children of the leader of the Spanish mafia. To be honest I wouldn't expect them to. My father had only walked around with my mother because it was needed for the image. Since I was born, maids around our home looked after us.

My father basically disowned us without disowning us. He doesn't need us. The moment I turned eighteen, I had already moved out and used some of the money my mother had given me to get a place and work on my own. Live a normal life and be free almost.

My brother and I will only be needed when my father finally steps down as leader and hands this to my brother. My father is getting old but refuses to accept it and will make sure he keeps his position for as long as possible.

Once my brother is to become a leader, I'm to get married to someone higher or "same level" as my family. I don't want that to happen. This is why I serial date hoping to find "the one" so my father doesn't set me up with anyone, but it seems like there isn't going to be "the one" soon.

The tall man from earlier walks into the room sighing. "Domani il capo tornerà presto, vuole che li portiamo nella stanza degli ospiti."
{Boss will be home early tomorrow, he wants us to take them to the spare room.}

The men in the room nod. The man closest to us knocks my brother's head waking him up. My brother opens his eyes, squinting in pain. "Up! Follow me"
He removes our cuffs that are cuffed to the chair adding new ones on to keep us in place and leads us out of the gloomy room.

The mansion is filled with silver and black colours. The chandeliers hang high from the ceiling of the entrance, creating lovely warm lighting everywhere.

Whoever styled this house sure knows what they're doing.

"Sir?," I start, the man in front of me raises a brow, "Is there a chance I can use the restroom, I might pee myself."