Ruthless (BOOK III) COMPLETE

CHAPTER 4

I went through my mother's picture books from when we were kids. Mom was always one keeping memories of things. I looked past a picture of me, but something else caught my eye. A little girl.

"Come on Haydin catch up!"

"I can't, I fall down."

I shook my head and turned the picture over.

DMITRY AND HAYDIN May 18

I looked up, and it dawned on me. Haydin is the little girl I grew up with.

"Well well well my little minx. I'm up for a little cat and mouse chase." I shut the book, and stood up stretching. My phone rang on the table.

"What is it Kai I'm busy." I definitely wasn't busy, but anytime Kaiden called, he was up to trouble. "Dude, you need to get to dad's like now." I perked up. "What's going on?" I heard shouting in the background. "I'm on my way." I ran out of the house, and got in my car. I sped over to dad's and got out, running in the house. Aylina and Gianna were having a stare down with Camden. "What the fuck is going on?" Gianna glared at me.

"Gaia asked about mom, and dad got upset and locked himself in his room, Camden yelled at Gaia and now she won't come out of her room thanks to this bastardo here!"

"You little bi-----."

"DO NOT finish that." Camden glared at me. "Sit the fuck down and calm down. Lina, Gia, I'll take care of it." I looked back at Kaiden who casually watched everything unfold. "No help?" He placed his hands behind his head. "You got it big bro." I rolled my eyes, and walked up to Gaia's room. I knocked on the door, and opened the door slowly. She laid in the bed, crying. "Gai," she turned her head, and her eyes were bloodshot red. I sighed and closed the door behind me.

"Camden didn't mean anything he said you know that right?" She didn't respond. I hate seeing my sisters upset. Don't get me wrong I hate seeing any of my siblings upset, but when it comes to my girls, they're my weakness.

"He yelled at me and told me mom isn't coming back." Fucking Cam. "Gaia, mom is in a special place," I sat her up and made her look at me. "Mom is right here." I pointed at her heart. "She loved you just as much as she loved us. She'll always be with us." She wiped her eyes, and looked at me. "You're not mad at me?" I chuckled a little. "Why would I be mad at you princess?" I ruffled her hair a little, and stood up. She smiled at me, and jumped off her bed.

"I'll take care of Camden for you princess. He'll be up here apologizing soon enough." She nodded, and ran out of her room. I'll deal with dad later. I walked back downstairs and to the living room where Camden still sat. "She still upset?" I cracked my neck. "Basement. Now." I walked past him, and over to my father's room. I didn't bother knocking. I opened the door, and he sat there with his head in his hands. 14 years and it still affects him like this. "Dad," he looked up at me, anger evident in his eyes. "We need to stay focused on the task at hand, and that is finding out who killed mom." He stood up. 

"I have a feeling I know who did it, and when I find them, they will wish it were them dead instead of her. No one fucks with the Italians and leaves alive." He pushed past me, and walked out of the room. I walked out, and headed to the basement. Camden stood in the corner, shirtless. I took my shirt off, and grabbed medical tape. I wrapped my hands up, and charged at him. As we were growing up, dad would teach us how to fight, ever since mom died, we channel our anger through sparring. He ducked, and tried punching me in my gut, but I caught his fist, and tripped him. I continuously punched him until he put up the sign for surrender. I got off of him, and looked down on him.

"You didn't fight back." He stood up slowly, spitting blood out. "I deserved it. Where's Gaia?" I nodded towards the stairs, and watched him limp up.

"Man, I'll be sure not to piss you off." I pushed Kaiden's head, and walked up the stairs. I've got some investigating to do on my own.

HAYDIN

I sat in my room, icing my ankle. Margot, my manager was pissed I'm going to be missing the next fashion show, but I don't care. Dmitry evaded my thoughts. There's something about those brooding dark eyes that screams TROUBLE, but with me, I feel as if he's soft. My phone rang. "Hello?"

"Derzhites' podal'she ot etoy ital'yanskoy podonki!" The call cut, and I sat there confused. I pulled out my picture book, and started looking through it. A little brown haired boy caught my eye. I looked at his eyes, and then closed mine. Dmitry's eyes popped into my head again.

I opened my eyes quickly. "It is him." A knock sounded on my window. I jumped, and looked over. I didn't see anyone there. I stood up, and walked over to the window. "Dmitry? What the hell?" He just smirked. "You know my parents are downstairs right?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I know my way in and out of places without getting caught. How's the ankle?" I sighed, and looked down at it. "It's hurting." He climbed through the window, and picked me up. "You're supposed to be off of it." He set me in the bed, and elevated my leg. "Haydin sweetie are you okay?" I jumped. "You need to hide, like NOW." He looked around, and crawled under the bed. I stood up, almost falling over. My dad opened the door, and walked in. "Honey, are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Y-yeah, why would I not be?" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, just making sure. Mom said you've been acting weird." I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Dad, mom's just freaking because a guy brought me home." He walked in the room fully. "Guy? What guy?" I just looked at my dad. "Fine, I won't pry, but sooner or later you're going to have to tell me." He came over and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart." I waited for him to close the door before looking over the side of the bed at Dmitry. "You know, I think you probably look really hot in red underwear." He crawled from under the bed with something in his hand. He stuffed whatever it was in his pocket. "You have to go, the next time he comes in, he's guaranteed to look around." He put his hands up in surrender. "Fine fine. I only came to check on you cara mia." He walked back towards the window, and looked back at me. "Fanculo." He walked back over to me, and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but fluttered shut.

He pulled away, and walked back to the window . "Col tempo saprai chi sono veramente." He climbed out of the window, leaving me watching after him. I touched my lips. "He knew." I bit my lip, and laid back in the bed.

I know I shouldn't want him, but I can't help but to. I know nothing about him and yet, I feel like I do.

TRANSLATIONS:

Derzhites' podal'she ot etoy ital'yanskoy podonki!: Stay away from that Italian scum!

Fanculo: Fuck it

 Col tempo saprai chi sono veramente: In time you will know who I truly am