BLOODY LIFE OF MINE

Chapter 25

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains sexual scenes that were not allowed for readers aged 18 and below. If your eyes are still innocent and don't want to be stained, then skip this part. ( Pero kahit ano namang trigger warning ay itutuloy niyo pa rin. Na trigger lalo kayong mag basa e. So . . . go! Gora na sa pagbabasa mwehehehe!)

" Where the hell are they?! How often have I told you to look for those bastards in no time?" My voice rumbled inside this enclosed room. Their eyes were flickering on fear. It's fucking almost two weeks but these imbeciles were still looking for them.

Where the hell are they?! That military officer hid them so well, that even these idiots whose job is to hunt veiling people didn't have a chance to find where they are.

I relaxed my back on the swivel chair that I commonly used in this room. I harshly rubbed my forehead in despair.

I want to see and take care of my little step-sister. That was the only thing I wanted.

" Leave!" I shouted in anger. They immediately obeyed my command. I thought they were good at this kind of job. But it's just only my speculation. They were idiots! Maybe I would hire a person who could guarantee a coherent and clear plan to bring my step-sister back into our hands.

Wait. . . someone that had access to the personal life of that girl. Someone that has been part of that girl's life. . . Someone who could help me to find that girl easily. Someone that loved her so much.

My lips arched when those bright ideas flashed in my astute mind.

I quickly stand and walk towards the door with a grin. Bakit hindi ko nga ba naisip ang bagay na 'yon. My mind was too occupied by the situation. Everything works well; the transactions and my father's dirty little business. But on this one, it's all fucking messed up. Maybe Father was right when he said lieutenant was a large brick wall on my path.

I calmly walked in this long hallway inside this fricking large manor. I owned this one. The only thing that father had on his hands was that business that eventually would take under my control soon. My brother doesn't even care about this one, so I'm the one who will handle this matter when something unfortunate happens to our father.

The hallway was occupied by lavish artifacts, paintings, and materials that I occasionally bought at auction, in and out of the country.

As I approach the room where Jiro resides. I heard discreet sounds inside it; creaking of the bed, heavy breathing, clapping sounds, and . . . moans of a woman.

Huh, they having fun. What a great view could I see inside. How many times did he do that in one day with different girls aside from his girlfriend Brianne? Is he not satisfied? or did he just want to drift away from the heat on his body caused by that girl? Not Brianne, I was pointing to that filthy girl.

I was already in front of the door. I getting to open the door when the sound inside was getting louder.

" Augh . . .! Fa-Faster -Ugh. . . ugh! Jiro . . ." Panting voice of a woman whose I think that any other moment will achieve her climax.

" Bounce more . . . bitch! Move your hips more roughly. Ughh! Agh! You're too loose," irritated and unsatisfied voice of my brother.

Those sounds make my thing hard.

Shit! Not now.

I tightly gripped the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

The erotic scene on top of that soft bed comes before my eyes. The girl was on top of my brother, pleasuring herself on the hardness of Jiro, who was bathing in sweat. They were both naked, and all their clothes were thrown all over the room. He looks drunk though still has his senses. The woman was biting his lips while gradually moving her hips on top of him. Looking up, sniffing, and feeling the cock of my brother inside her.