Breaking Point

Chapter Four

How's Your Eye Sweetie?

Illianna

I glowered at his back as he walked up the stairs.

"Child," My head turned to smooth sounding voice. It was the woman that Santiago called Layla, the woman that he told to babysit me, to keep me away from Marco the crazy ass guy who grabbed me.

"Come." I stood promptly and followed her into a room, the dinning room. The dinning room was grand, it was a million times bigger than the one back at the estate. A long oak table that seated about forty people was in the middle, plates and utensils set at each seat. There was low hanging lights along the length of the table, illuminating it beautifully. A bar was in the far corner of the room, stocked with more alcohol than I've seen in a bar before, well I've never actually been to a bar, but it was a lot of liqueur. I mentally groaned as I replayed the event that happened only a few moments ago in my head. I lost my composure under that man once he ripped my necklace off, I embarrassed myself and made myself seem weak. That necklace means everything to me and I needed it back. I gingerly touched the base of my throat. My anger was beginning to build up as I remembered how he accused me of stealing it. Then I felt a tug on my arm.

"Hello," she smiled, "I'm Camila, I'm sorry that my daddy hurt you. He gets like that sometimes" She was absolutely adorable, she had golden curls that bounced as she moved, and deep blue eyes that looked a lot like my own. Then I struggled to comprehend how such an adorable child can have a father like him.

"Wipe that look off your face, he never lays a hand on the twins." I looked up to see Layla holding the hand of another little girl, he features the same as Camila, but she was a couple centimetres shorter. The little girl started at me, her eyes wide.

"Mama?" She said, her voice quiet and soft, I blinked at her did she just-

"Amelia, this isn't your mama, it's someone different." Layla said sweetly to her, petting her hair gently. Camila still a had a grip on my arm, looking up at me.

"Sorry, they lost her when they were smaller, you happen to look a bit like her." I stayed quiet. I look like their mother. I wondered what sick game fate was playing with these innocent little girls.

"Let's find someone to teach you the ropes." She said. She walked to a tall white door beside the bar and pushed it open. I followed her inside and I was greeted by a gust of cool air and about twenty-five women dressed in all black bustling around.

"This is the kitchen, where all the food is prepared and where all the staff likes to waste time when they aren't doing anything." I watched as a group of petite young women were gathered by the sink, laughing as they washed dishes. Another set was kneading dough, speaking fluent Spanish. Everyone seemed at ease, laid back and relaxed in the environment, like they weren't working for the most dangerous people in the world. Layla scanned the room and then she smiled,

"Antonia," She called. A tall caramel skinned girl looked up from the group with the dough. She had gorgeous dark brown hair that was in a large bun at the very top of her head, her dark brown eyes lit up when she saw Layla and the twins.

"Hola Laya," she looked at me, "Who's this?" She asked, Layla looked at me expectantly.

"Illianna." I said begrudgingly.

"Santiago wants her to be apart of the staff while she's here. Give her some clothes and show her how things are done around here." Layla responded. She smiled at me before her and the twins left. They waved at me as the walked through the door. Antonia looked at me and eyed me up and down.

"Okay, you shouldn't be that hard to dress, come." Without warning, she grabbed my arm and pulled me through the kitchen, we reached double doors at the back of the kitchen and she dropped my arm. She pushed them opened and motioned me to come in. It was a huge closet, different articles of clothing hung on hangers neatly and different sized shoes were arranged nicely on the floor. She picked up a black long sleeved shirt, along with a black skirt, she used her feet to push out a pair of ballet flats.