Silas

Chapter One

Headed upstairs to the bathroom I suddenly find myself shoved into the stairs at the base of the landing.

"Where is it?!?" Caine demands my answer with eyes of rage.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I sputter out, hoping he clarifies before embarrassing me again in front of the entire house. No such luck.

Caine again shoves me harder into the jutting stairs, leaning closer to show his intense anger. "Where is my phone?"

"I-I don't know..." I begin to stammer introspectively searching for any thought of even touching his phone. He hardly ever sets it down. Of course he would blame me.

"Silas, I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me where it is...."

Before Caine can finish his thought Dante walks into the hall, "where what is?"

"Do you see me talking to you? No? Then mind your own business. This is between Silas and I, and you know better."

"Yes, my lord." Dante replies quietly and steps back into the living room. He does not go back to the couch but stays just out of sight as Caine relentlessly interrogates me. I can smell him; I know he can hear us and I know if he is worried he will come to my defense.

"Silas," Caine resides to a stance towering over me. "I know you took it. I heard you talking about hiding it last night and I know it was you..."

"I swear it wasn't me." I plead in defense not having any clue where his damn phone is.

Caine roughly grabs my hair and shoves it forward motioning for me to go upstairs with an upturn of his glance.

"I'm not in the mood to fuck around, you're going to give it back now or I will punish you." Caine never uses vulgarity unless he's really pissed; His voice threatens me and I secretly wish I had taken his phone. I drag my feet wondering how far he will push me. Where is his phone? Where did he have it last? I only want to please him.

"GO!" Caine pushes me up the stairs. I stumble only momentarily before picking up my pace. When Caine is pissed I know better than to hesitate; it will only anger him further.

I reach the top of the stairs and step aside to wait for him to take the lead. He grabs me forcefully by my arm and pushes me towards the door to our room. Dante is at the foot of the stairs and I look back momentarily to mouth no. If Dante comes up here Caine will only take his anger out on him as well. I don't mind, Caine being angry that is. When he's pissed off he gives me what my body so longingly desires, even if I have to be patient. Dante, I know, hates the way Caine treats me but I don't mind.

Shoving me through the door I fall to my knees by the bed and lean my weight onto the mattress.

"Get up," he urges.

I rise to my feet keeping them apart and bracing for him to push me down again. He does not however. Caine walks quietly with confidence across the room and slides his hand behind my bureau. I know what's coming next. From behind the dresser he pulls a black leather crop. He looks into my eyes and I put my head down. Even if I had his phone he would not change his mind now. I can't wait.

"Get on your knees."

I do as he tells me albeit slowly as to dramatize the moment. I raise my glance and lower myself to where I know he wants me whilst looking straight back into his eyes.

"Where's my phone?" He steps closer dropping his voice to just above a whisper.

"I told you I don't know. I promise you Caine if I knew where it was I would tell you."