Aekhem

IX

ROME, ITALY

Isabella DiBeducci hang up the phone. She hated when man confused her voice with that of a man. It was true her voice was rough and harsh but her body and her beautiful face, eyes almost dark violet could confuse anybody, she was a woman.

Humans were stupid, and a time would come when they all would pay for their mistakes.

She picked up the phone again. Pressed a button. A monotonous voice answered:

"Madam?"

She ordered quickly and without thinking:

"Wire transfer, USA, the usual amount, Donovan" and hang up without waiting for a reply.

The phone ringed, she picked it up without saying anything and a women's voice said:

"Signora, Monsignor DiBeducci is here" Isabella smiled and said:

"Send him upstairs to my chambers immediately"

After a couple of minutes, a knock on her door and the door opened.

"Isabella!" said the young man wearing Vatican's clothes.

She stood up and went to him, hugged him and kissed him in the mouth. She felt how the man reacted with lust and passion and she smiled.

"Isabella, please, at least have a little respect for my garments"

"What can I say" she said still smiling and without letting him go "I always had this thing for man in uniform" and her strong voice laughter filled up the elegant bedroom "how is my favorite brother?"

Paolo DiBeducci stepped back and said:

"I'm your only brother and in reality your step brother. Why do you insist on calling me when I'm busy? What do you require now of the Vatican?" Paolo got serious and wanted to talk not play with her. She was wearing a silk robe and her white skin was showing. Her prominent breast white and soft as silk. They felt like rose petals and he knew it.

He was uncomfortable and she knew it but he kept his serious face and posture. He did not feel like playing with his big sister that day and she realized nothing was going to happen between them.

He was very grateful to her, thanks to her and her money he was able to follow his call to the Vatican and with her help he was now a Monsignor, the youngest ever to become one but her very generous and continuous contributions to the church were really the reason.

"We have the location" she said quickly with happiness in her eyes.

"Again?" he said ironically "what is it going to be this time? Four? Five million euros in another expedition that just finds clues?" she smiled while watching him.

"Father is no longer around, remember? The money is mine and is not yours. Now you care on how I spend my money? But what about when you needed it? And how it helped you? Did you care back then about how I spent my money? Do you really want to know how much I have spent on you and for you to get as far as you have gotten in that place? Not to mention the sacrifices I have made and still have to make!" she said and now she was serious.

He did not want to upset her, but he was feeling humiliated.

"I think you have more than double your investment in me and I have paid the price. Tell me that none of the information I have gather and delivered to your hands has not been worth anything which you have gotten for my actual position at the Vatican's Library" he said in the same tone of voice of his step sister.

"And I deeply appreciate it" she said lowering her tone of voice. It was not a time to find out who could do or have more. It was a time to be smart and act intelligently. She added:

"The location has always been the same. I did not pay attention. One of the books you got for me and I made copies of talked about it but I ignored it because I could not find where the book was from. You were right from the start, you always said the location would be one of no importance or known place since it was made before mankind had history" she waited, no reaction "and this time, we are not talking about four or five millions, I need close to twenty, am I going to get your signature?"

Paolo looked at her and responded:

"You will not get my signature. No more adventures, don't you get it? I might have been the one that said the location would be that of less importance but that was more than five years ago and things have changed. I do not want to participate any more in any of your crazy expeditions. And money is not the issue here, I am sure you can get it from other sources but it will be a little more difficult for you"

She was upset by his answer.

"You know? I am not asking you to sign for the money I need, I am telling you to do it because I want it, and you will do it. Now, what do you mean by things have changed?" she was upset and he could see it. She did and would not take no for answer. No was not part of her vocabulary when it came for her to ask for something, they all had to say yes, one way or another.

"I have decided to leave you Isabella. I will stay away from you until you become a the person your family name requires you to be an I refuse to keep betraying my principles, my beliefs, my religion, and my home" he said firmly.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE MAN!" she yelled "Who the fuck do you think you are? Who gave you permission to have principles, beliefs, religion, or even to think? If you carry my family name is because we decided so, we adopted you because we needed somebody where you are, not because we loved you. Do you really believe God was on your side so that you would have the good fortune of being in our family? Let me tell you where you come from you miserable bastard! Your mother was a drug addict prostitute that sold you to my father for money to get more drugs. Nobody knows who your real father is. Your mother died in the streets of Rome, overdosed, but not only that, before she died, she was beaten by three men"

Paolo could not believe not only what he was hearing but how cruel Isabella was. He loved her like his own sister, she was his protector, his mentor, and even as a woman, how could she tell him everything like this?. Tears came out of his eyes.

"That's right!" she said "cry like the little fucking girl you are. You are here because I want it and the day I decide for you not to be here you will be gone forever. I am going to ask you something and just once, do you want to keep living at the Vatican and keep following your stupid religion, your useless beliefs and your previously programmed principles?" no response from him, just silence. He was still picturing in his mind a mother he never knew dead by overdose on a dark alley when he saw Isabella go across the 20 feet separating them in less than one second. He felt a chill running behind his back and crossed his chest with his hand.

Isabella's eyes changed from dark violet to steel blue and she yelled to his face:

"What is your answer you idiot!?"

He felt terror holding his tongue, he could not answer and at the same time he felt he could no longer oppose to her will.

She loosen up the robe which fell on the floor. She had a smile on her face, lust and pale white skin perfect body made the terror in him change to desire.

He grabbed her by her waist and moved her closer to him and kissed her full lips. He did not understand why he was doing it, he despised her, she made him sick to the stomach, he made himself sick. He hated himself for doing what he was doing. The desire in his body changed for a need to have her, possess her. She laughed and laughed, and said:

"That's right, that's right, give it to me, you are mine, you belong to me, you will do as I say, like this, yes, kiss me, feel me, make me feel your manhood priest, I want to feel you

inside me, that's right, good, good, ..." H2D