Infatuated Obsession: BWWM ✔️ (Completed)

Chapter Eight

Isaiah

After taking Zariah to the mall, the grocery store and a beauty supply I dropped her off at home. I told her to call me if she needs me tomorrow hoping that she doesn't and I watched her walk into the house.

When she closes the door I drove off and rubbed my stubble.

I know what I said about her being annoying but she's honestly not that bad. She has jokes that I called lame and cringy but deep inside, I was laughing. She would laugh at her own jokes and the way her eyes squint when she smiles or the way she nibbles on her bottom lip when she's thinking about something was cute and the image was etched into my mind and I couldn't get it out.

That thought right there had me frowning at the street lights. The fuck?

I'm tripping. I have to be.

"She's worth a lot of money."

She's not though. The amount her father owed could've easily been paid with a loan or some shit. Father's making a big deal out nothing and to have her marry Damon when he could have just used her as a maid or something was still unknown to me. Why is she so important? Was marriage even necessary?

Thoughts of Zariah filled my head the entire way to the mansion and my hands clenched the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles were white. There's something about this girl that's intriguing me and I don't like that. Not one bit.

I pulled into the garage full of cars and parked my car. I got out of my car and removed my sunglasses from my face throwing them in the passenger seat.

Hands in my pants pockets I made my way inside. One of the maids met me at the door and greeted me. "Good evening, Mr. Milan. Would you like a drink?"

I eyed the maid and recognized her as one of the women I might've fucked in the past. I'm not so sure because there's a few but by the way she's staring at me and biting down on her lips, I definitely did something with this girl. "I'm good. Thank you."

"If you need anything- and I mean anything- let me know." She winks with sultry eyes and walks away with a sway of her hips. I'm a man obviously so yes, I looked at her ass as she walked away and I eyed her body like a creep. Sue me.

"Brother!" Damon greets me and we do the bro handshake/hug shit men usually do. He's a year older than me but you wouldn't be able to tell by our height. I stood over him by three feet and I was bulkier than he was. That doesn't stop him from trying to command me to do shit. Brother or not, I have to remind myself who he was because if I don't, he would've been buried six feet under by now.

"How was your foot rub? They look better now I hope."

"They are, thanks for asking." He says, playing into my jokes. "You should get one. Lord knows how long it's been since anyone seen your feet. Might be a little crunchy."

I smacked the back of his head and he flinched. "Ouch."

"Who's this loose end?" I asked him as we walked side by side.

He hands me a pair of leather gloves. "A friend."

"If he was a friend why am I killing him?"

"You're not killing him so get that out your head right now you crazed psychopath." He tsk as we walk the halls to the basement. "You're just scaring him."

"And padre approved of this? That man is more sick than me so I know he doesn't want you to just scare him." I narrowed my eyes with a pointed look.

He scratches the back of his head. "He doesn't know a thing and we're going to keep it that way, okay?"

Shrugging, I say "whatever you say." I said with smug smirk. Damon runs this mafia but our father is really the mastermind. I respect Kenvy more than I do Damon and that's only because the man raised me as his own and taught me his ways. Damon was never the type to do the dirty work, it has always been me and his father knows it.

I could run this organization by myself but since I'm not in the bloodline, it went to Damon who didn't even want to be Don in the first place.

I learned to mind my business when it comes to those two, it's not my place and I honestly really don't give a fuck.

I put on my gloves and Damon follows suit. I open the door to the basement and make my way down the steps. The closer I get the stronger the smell of blood fills my nose.

My nose wrinkled in disgust when I see a man shirtless and full of sweat tied to a chair. His head hung low and he was a bloodied mess already.

"My my my, aren't you a sad little thing." I chuckled.

Damon shook his head at me and handed me a knife. "Scare not kill." He reminds me.

I flicked him off and went to work. The guy lifted his head and I stopped in my tracks. "A friend of a friend huh?" I asked sarcastically. I turned to look at my brother. "Why is one of our biggest allies- and your uncle- tied to a chair?"