Devil's Desire {A BWLM Novella}

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15: Roman

Athena Stacey, my brother's soon to be wife. She's pretty, innocent, and soft. I'd say she's not his type but I honestly don't know what the fuck my brother's type is. He's always secretive and shit. You never know what the guy's thinking unless he shares it. To be quite frank I'm always flabbergasted by the amount of diabolical shit his mouth spews. Don't get me wrong I am not a stranger to the dealings of violence and death. It runs in our DNA. But some of the shit my brother is capable of shocked even me.

Killing an innocent man because the guy touched his hypothetical girlfriend was where I drew the line. Melissa on the other hand is like a little slave to our brother's will. She'd do anything for him. Which I get it, he killed our father over her. I wasn't too broken up about it. That motherfucker had it coming. He caused our mother to kill herself. In my book, that's unforgivable. Now Santiago runs our family and estate. Believe me, I don't want nothing to do with it.

"I don't trust that piece of shit," I was telling Santi, after hearing the news that he gave our sister away to the Marquees Edgar Thayne. There's rumors going around that the motherfucker has got some dark sexual kinks.

Santi raises one single brow. "I know."

My hands ball into fist. "So you just gave our sister away willy nilly?"

This time he smirks. See I told you. This motherfucker is diabolical. "You didn't see the look on her face when he gave her the ring."

I face-palm. Although Melissa wasn't a De La Cruz, she had violence in her invoked by our father. He would lock her in a dark wine seller for days. Other times he would beat her with... I should stop. It gets me angry thinking about it. I'll say this, our sister is a stone cold killer because of Silvano. Also, Santi is partially to blame as well. He convinced Melissa that through killing she didn't have to fear a man like our father again. She could free herself and the world of men like Silvano. I had to hand it to him. His manipulative tactics would impress Manson.

"So you matched our sister with Edger Thayne to kill him?"

He shrugged. "If he gets out of line then yes."

"What if he gets her pregnant?"

"That would be a bit of a pickle. Now, wouldn't it," he retorts, dryly.

"You must be Roman," says an overly sweet voice. I turn to see my brother's girl dressed in zebra onesie pajamas. I'd laugh except with a body like hers it makes the damned thing look down right scandalous. She's not wearing a bra and her nipples are poking through the fabric of the onesie. Her flat stomach flares into curvaceous hips. I will my dick not to get hard. This is my brother's girl, but fuck, she's a stone cold fox. I didn't know I liked curvy girls. Shit, I need a hooker because I'm pretty sure my baby brother isn't the sharing type.

"Athena!" My brother barks.

"Yes, dear," she bats her eyelashes at him, innocently. A tick works in Santiago's jaw. Their eyes lock and I suddenly feel like the third wheel. Someone's got to break the sexual tension.

"Welcome to our family, sweetheart." Her attention shoots back to me and her lovely amber eyes travel the length of my body. Those eyes flicker with interest. What game is she playing? Whatever it is, its dangerous. I don't think she understands the extent of my brother's obsession with her. He'll kill any man over her and I don't think I'm an exception. Despite how hard my dick is within my pants, I know I can never act upon this. I respect my brother. I would never poach upon his territory and Athena is his territory.

She begins to fidget with her hands, looking down, smiling. "Thank you."

"Alright, enough! Go upstairs to your room!"