Breaking Point

Chapter Twelve

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Illianna

I didn't trust Santiago's little act one bit. It was too sketchy, too friendly. But I don't think my heart is on the same page as my head because it kept doing somersaults in my chest every time he smiled at me, or laughed. I think I have a thing for dangerous men, which was not only insane but illogical.

Stupid heart.

After he had left I gave myself a stern talking to. I couldn't be letting my heart take away the fact that a. Santiago was a fucking murderer and b. Nothing because fact a should be reason enough. It didn't matter that he was basically Adonis reincarnated, or that he had a beautiful laugh, a gorgeous smile and his hair looked so damn luscious. It didn't matter, not one bit. I had to reinforce my mental walls with the strongest thing I could imaginatively think of and multiplied the strength by one hundred.

Even then, I still had thoughts of him creeping into my head I sat on my bed, sketching on the book that Santiago gave me. Why couldn't he just kill me? Why did he have to do nice gestures like this? My heart was getting stronger by the minute and my poor brain is gonna take the backseat.

As I drew, I didn't know what I was drawing but I usually didn't, but I didn't need to see into the future to figure out that I was sketching out the outlines of Santiago face. With a groan I ripped out the page and threw it across the bed.

This could not be happening, I should be at home, sitting in front of my mothers cell, watching her paint the walls with concentration and wonder. Stupid Santiago and his stupid face was in my head and it was getting really hard to push them out.

Deciding I needed to do something to keep myself busy, I threw on a hoodie and opened the door to my room, looking around for Santiago before rushing down the stairs. I was planning on making food but I stopped in my tracks when I heard snickering coming from the kitchen.

"Yeah she's grown on some people here but I think she's secretly sucking their dicks to get them to like her." I clenched my fist tightly, seriously?

"She is one hell of a woman." Another man laughed, "She is. Big ass, plump tits. I'd fuck her senseless if she didn't have such a bad mouth." I pushed the door to the dinning room, having heard enough of their conversation to last me a lifetime.

"Speaking of the devil." One of the two men at the table smirked and nodded in my direction, he had light brown locks that were cropped short above his eyebrows, a five-o'clock shadow and he looked a little bit older than me. The other was a black haired, older guy looked about in his mid-thirties.

"You guys are disgusting, do you talk about every girl like that? Or am I special?" I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. The both shared a knowing look and stood up and approached me.

"You're quite special chica." I looked up at him with cold eyes, my fist unclenching and clenching at my side.

"Wow, I should be flattered right?" The black haired man grinned.

"Yes you should. Isn't flattery that got all the others to like you? Or was it something different." He began advancing on me as he spoke. He was barley two inches away from my face when he whispered, "If so, I'd like that treatment as well, maybe then I'll treat you as special as you are." He made a move to touch me and I snapped, did he think I was just going to let him touch me? Was he that idiotic? I pulled my fist back and punched him in the face, when I heard a satisfying crunch and the sound of his startled yell I had a grin of my own of my face.

Workers came out of the kitchen to see what was going on, when they saw the man holding his nose and groaning they dropped their mouths in shock.

"You bitch!" The other one hissed, my glare turned to him.

"And you're a disgusting pig! What's new." I exclaimed back. I saw Antonia push through the people huddling at the door of the kitchen, when she saw me, she let out a sting of curses.

"Illianna-" I was having none of it. She was not going to scold me for defending myself when these idiots were talking like that about me.

"No! You didn't hear them! They're fucking gross. He" I posted at the black haired man. "Is old enough to be my fucking dad." The other man smirked in my direction.

"I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff."

"Pablo." Antonia warned. I growled at him.

"Keep talking, I give you a face that'll match your friends." I heard the dinning room door open and I didn't take my eyes off of Pablo, the man-whore. His smirk widened into a grin,

"I'd like to see you try chica." He snapped back at me.

"Boss." All at once, our heads turned to see Santiago watching us from the doorway. I scoffed and crossed my arms, turning away from him. The room fell silent.

"Que esta pasando? (What is happening?)" I leaned against the wall and grit my teeth. I was not in the mood for him right now.

"She attacked me." The brown haired man accused. I opened my mouth to protest but Pablo beat me to it.

"Ella es una perra loca. (She's a crazy bitch.)" I pushed myself off the wall and took a step towards him angrily.

"I can go from crazy to psychotic in half a second." I glowered. They were testing my patience. Santiago moved between us, giving us looks.

"Someone other than these three tell me what going on." He said.

"They were talking inappropriately about Illianna and she got angry and you can see, Kamile's face is her angry retort." The brown haired man, Kamile, opened his mouth than shut it immediately when he saw Santiago's glare. If looks could kill, Kamile would be sitting next to Satan.

"We were just playing around. She's just-" I clenched my fist again and turned to meet Pablo's gaze, "Call me crazy one more time. I fucking dare you." He grinned sneakily. "-insane." My restraint snapped, and I lunged for him. He was getting his ass kicked today.

"You mother fucking son of a-"

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and I was pulled back forcefully into a solid body. "Calm down Illianna." Santiago whispered into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear.

"Kamile, Pablo, I'll talk to you later. As for you," He hefted me over his shoulder and carried me out of the dinning room.

"Put me down Santiago!" I growled.

"No, I think I'm good." God I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I wasn't asking." I snapped. He carried me into his office and didn't set me down until he closed the door. When he did I sat in one of the chairs and glared at the floor.

"I didn't do anything." I grumbled.

"Why do you always assume I'm going to scold you?" He chuckled as he sat in the seat next to me.

"Your men are creepy and gross and a lot of synonyms for disgusting that I can't think of."

"You hurt yourself." I looked down at my hands, sure enough the skin around my left hand knuckles were bruised and split open. I didn't even feel until now.

"Well it was worth it." I looked up at Santiago. He had an unreadable expression on his face.

"You're really something else pequeño."