Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 6

Not edited, well, none of the chapters are, so yeah. I might edit them, I might not.

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"Because our marriage is long overdue." That deep, intimidating voice chimed. I didn't have to turn around to put a face to that voice. My brain have him programmed in. I would recognize his voice and never mistake it as anyone else. "Why so stiff, cagna?"

I had yet to realize I went still. Not a muscle in my body moved when he spoke. And it wasn't his words that caused me to freeze up. It was his ability to move in silence. My body went into shock when he spoke the first word.

If he would have been childish and tried to scare me, I'm sure I would have had a heart attack and died. He didn't make a sound when he was walking into the kitchen. The wooden floors didn't even creak under his feet. But why would it? It knew who he was, it knew the consequences. It wouldn't dare.

"Breath," A husky, velvet like voice spoke softly into my ear. That simple word had me sucking in a rather sharp breath.

When did I start holding my breath?

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" His voice was no longer velvety, but stern and remote.

What? "No," I whispered before he walked from behind me. His face was stripped from what we humans call natural emotion. His aura caused me to shrink in size. "You just scared me, that's all." I found myself having to explain.

He didn't reply but he looked semi-convinced. With a glare he walked away from me. His back to me as he walked over towards the refrigerator. The way he walked always seemed confident and calculated. Even in the safeness of his own home.

He cleared his throat to catch my attention. Not knowing that he never lost it. My eyes were glued to him like a magnet to metal. His presence demanded attention from the whole room, and I'm sure that's what he got every time he made an appearance.

"Since you will be staying here, you need to learn the rules. -" shutting the refrigerator, he turned around and leaned his back against it. "- Two," He held up two fingers like I was Incomprehensible, "come with living in my humble...house."

Live? I can't live here! I need to go home to my family. After I somehow save my family.

Before he could finish I spoke up, "I don't even know you, why would I live here?" I rushed out much to his disliking. Grey scoffs while placing his phone into his pocket. "I still know nothing about where my sister is nor do I know how I ended up in this situation."

"Three," Mr. Luther growls, "three rules comes with living in this fucking house. One, never interrupt me again." I wanted badly to stop him right there and tell him I couldn't help when I did that. It was natural for me, "Two, consequences comes with screaming in my house. And last but not least no ignoring me. A three second late response counts as ignoring me."

A three second late response counts as ignoring me. My conscience mocks him in a high pitched voice. Inwardly laughing, I bowed my head.

"Something funny?" Grey sneers causing me to look up at him. He glared deeply at me with a visible scrawl plastered onto his face. "Perra estúpida!"

Did he just call me, well, us a stupid bitch? My other half speaks up, angrily.

"I'm not stupid nor am I a bitch," I state as a mater of factly, "No tienes que ser tan grosero!" The words rolled off of my tongue quietly. Keeping in mind Mr. Luther's second rule.