Chapter 12

Carlos Moreno. "What are you doing here?" I snap and stare at my brother with the most venom I can muster. This explains the recent attacks from Russians; he wants me out. He made it clear to me that he'll come back for the throne because he believes it's his. Always power hungry. Apparently, being the Russian second in command is not enough for him. "You know what I want, brother?" he smirks mischievously as he moves closer." She's so beautiful, man.She's everything I want, even more," he chuckles and slowly licks his lips. "Stay away from her, " I warn him, and I feel my anger resurfacing. Kay is mine. "Or else what, little brother?" he mockingly challenges, moving closer until we are face to face. "She has nothing to do with this." Our chests are touching, and no one is backing down. I know Rico will do anything to rile me up. He so badly wants to start a fight, and I only have one reason for not putting a bullet hole in his head right now. One. Rico laughs like a maniac he is "Oh please, last time I checked, you didn't give a shit about Kayla. Just continue fucking your whores and stay out of my path. She will be mine," he assures confidently, looking me dead in the eye. "Over my dead body," I grit out, grabbing his collars and bringing his face closer to mine, but he doesn't fight me. " Go near her and I will forget you are supposed to be my brother," I spit angrily, and Rico barely lifts his brows at me. He only laughs and releases himself from my grip. " Nobody tells me shit, you should know that by now," he regards me for a second with a raised eyebrow and shrugs. "Are you scared she'll fall for me? Considering her supposed husband can't keep it in his pants?" "She won't, " Right? I can't even convince myself. I have never done anything to show her I am interested or serious about this relationship. What if she falls for him?. I know she has started opening up to people. I even saw her holding hands with Theo, which is something that never happened before. " Well, see you around, brother," Rico pats my shoulder and leaves with that sick smile on his fucked up face. "Fuck" I punch the nearest wall so hard my knuckles start to bleed. That idiot. I have done everything to keep her a secret from them, but the fuckers still found out. I hung out with different women to divert their attention from her for what? She thinks I'm a manwhore, and now she might even fall for my delinquent brother's charm. Kay is different. I will be a big idiot if I lose her. She looked so beautiful in that dress tonight, and I felt something tug inside my chest when I saw that fucker with her. I have fucked three women already to get her image out of my head, but it's stuck with me. I can't forget the way her breasts firmly stood in front of me, with erect pierced nipples. The image keeps eating at my brain. That ass, firm and round, none of those women matched anything on her, and they didn't give me the satisfaction I was seeking. She's beautiful, it should be a sin, and I fear every man who looks at her sees that. All my life, I have never been in a relationship. I always knew it was all about sex, and I could get that anytime I wanted. Women were always there, many of them shamelessly seduce me, and who am I to say no? I love every second of it because I don't have to go chasing for pussy. And because I am great at what I do, they always come back for more, and I deliver. But now I have to go chasing after this single girl who is stuck in my head before my brother takes her from me. I need to talk to her. I have to before that dick reaches her first. My today's date, I don't even remember her name or where I left her. She's a whore Sam hired because he thought I should have a date. I am not taking any more advice from him. "I'm going to Santino's. Lock that boy up," I refer to the Russian boy sent to get my head. Sam has been silently watching, and I know he is aware of how fucked up this is. Packing at the empty spot in their garage, I get out of my car and rush to her house. I don't think she will listen to me, but I am hopeful. Everywhere is silent, and I doubt anyone is awake. It's only 10 pm, they must sleep so early. "Finally," a voice in the dark living room startles me, and I halt in my steps. Santino senior? "Grandpa, I didn't know you were here, " I say, walking to him. He's sitting on a single couch and smoking weed. "Now you know, Carlos. Were you sneaking on my baby?" he asks, and I laugh at his bluntness "Maybe, I wanted to talk to her," I calmly say, holding my hand out for a handshake, and he takes it. "She's probably in bed right now," he mumbles, but there is a hint of sadness in his voice. Why is that? "I heard about your brother, does your family know what is happening?" " No, I haven't told them," I say, avoiding his harsh gaze. "And why is that?" he almost yells at me, and I feel guilty for not telling them. "I will call and inform them tomorrow. I wanted to be sure the rumours are true." I heard he's out and with the Russians, but I wanted to be sure before contacting home. "And?" he raises his brow at me in question. Fuck, I hate how grumpy these old men can be when angry. "It's confirmed, he's with the Russians." "I hope you know what to do because I don't want things to go far," he points at Kay's room. "Go ahead, and tomorrow we should catch up," he says before standing up and going to what I assume is his room. I take the stairs leading to her room and gently open the door. Images from last time flash in my mind, and I quickly push them away. I'm here to talk and not get horny. The lights are on, and my girl is on the bed, uncovered. I move to cover her only to realise she's whimpering in her sleep. She's drenched in sweat, and her breaths are ragged. She must be having nightmares again. I wish I could help her. Ace told me how she never sleeps. Kay supposedly wakes up in the middle of the night and stays awake all night. The dark circles around her eyes explain everything. She doesn't deserve this. I move my hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, only to realise that her skin is burning. Just what did the fuckers do to her? Is this what she goes through every night? I never guessed it was this serious. When I make contact with her skin, her breathing gradually evens, and the whimpering stops. I decide to hold her hand to see if it works, and she sighs, squeezing my hand tightly, and pulling it to her chest. I deeply furrow my brows and stare at our hands in question. Did my presence just stopped her nightmare? I watch her sleep peacefully. The sweating eventually stops, but anytime I take my hand away, she becomes restless again, so I leave it to her. The talk is now postponed to tomorrow. I know she'll kill me when she wakes up and finds me here. I look around her room and notice something. The black roses on her desk. There is only one person I know who is obsessed with them. Does she like them too?