The Missing Piece

Chapter 29 (Tear this world apart)

Leila began to feel safer when she was with her brothers. All of them were warm and comforting to her with a little exception of Antonio. He was still a mean guy but she was aware that he almost cared.

"What are you thinking so hard?" Angelo's voice inquired, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She blinked, momentarily surprised and saw his tall frame standing in front of her and shielding her from the direct sun or that's what she thought.

Instead, his eyes were locked on Alexander who was staring at her earlier with an intent to kill and hate.

Adriano stood near his car, not very close to them but not too far. He watched on expressionlessly. The fear of the Lambordi family was instilled in everyone's heart. It was purely evident, seeing the scared and cowering look of the students standing around them.

Alexander also came in that category. He was standing quite uneasily now. His shoulders tensed.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Angelo looked away and down at his little sister. She was still staring at him with her big curious eyes. Something about her gaze looked so innocent that he found his eyes softening. It was just for a slight moment and Leila did not even seem to catch on it.

But Adriano and Alexander sure did. The former smiled while the latter seethed inwardly.

Angelo grabbed her hand in his. His gentle touch astonished her again. She willingly wrapped her fingers around his grip.

"Let's go home." The small words were enough to send her heart skipping a beat.

People watched as the siblings left. But Angelo's aura still lingered in the air. Alexander could feel it too and that's why he hated this whole family.

The smile on Leila's face left a foul taste in his mouth. He swore to wipe it completely. Their plan had been already initiated. Leila Lambordi will become his family's own personal slave. He will use her as he pleases. The thought sent a strange giddiness in his chest. He wondered how would she look on her knees, beaten up and begging for death and mercy-- his eyes darkened and an evil smirk spread across his face.

Leila hummed under her breath as her eyes shuffled through the several books that were lined up neatly on the bookshelf.

She darted her eyes up to look at another shelf, scanning the titles curiously. Her eyes paused on a particular one. Intriguied, she reached her hand above to grab it but she underestimated the height where it was kept.

A drawled sigh left her lips as she looked around the room and found few chairs. Walking towards them, she grabbed one and dragged it to the shelf.

Placing it near the long shelf, she climbed it, standing on her tippy toes. Her fingers reached up to grab the target. It still felt a little high but she could feel that she was able to reach it. Her fingers barely brushed against the cover, when suddenly the chair creaked loudly, going out of balance.

She didn't get a chance to even scream as she was falling rapidly. Her eyes shut to brace the impact of her body hitting the floor heavily when suddenly she was caught.

Her heart was drumming frantically in her chest as she slowly opened her eyes to find Vincent's somewhat smiling face.

"You are being quite daring, performing such stunts, don't you think?" He teased in a light tone.

She heaved a sigh of relief and thanked him as he set her down.

"You were here the whole time? You could have helped me."

Hearing her words, he scratched the back of his head in an almost sheepishly kind.

"It's just a force of habit."