Owned By My Mafia Stepbrother

Chapter 6

Marco

I noticed something about Elena. Whenever I scare her off, it gets down into her but she is also good at hiding her fears. I only needed to move my hand away from her body and she would be on the floor but for some reason, I wanted to exert that control on her first. To show her I was a man of power and get whatever I want without giving a damn about the consequences. I watched as she gulped down her saliva. And did I forget to mention, the tiny bits of sweat on her forehead? "Can you..." she stuttered.

I steadied her posture before withdrawing my hand away. "What are you doing here? And who said I am following you?" She demanded. Her mouth is always too big for her. She didn't even know where she had entered.

"I should be the one to ask you what you're doing in my warehouse."

"Your warehouse?" She asked her eyes slightly going wide. Then she glanced around. "How? How is this your warehouse?" The fact that she was skeptical about my revelation somehow pissed me off.

There was no point in proving myself. If she doesn't want to believe so be it. But her next word left me with no choice but to fish out my card. "You don't look like someone who can afford to have a place like this. Maybe you work here right?" She inquired with a tone of mockery.

"Here." Her eyes shifted down to my outstretched one and she slowly collected the card. I slipped my hands into my pocket and waited for her reaction. "Are you f*****g kidding me! You are the CEO of this big place?"

"Marc perfumery. Marco. Think with your head." I slightly nudged her forehead with my fingers. Surprise was plastered all over her face. The next thing she did not only made my heart race, it nearly made me trip back. She got too close to my face.

"Are you sure you're the person I was supposed to live with? Because I don't understand a thing here. You had a gun pointed at me two days ago looking like a serial killer and now you're telling me that you're the CEO of a perfume company? How?"

For the first time, a proud smile formed on my lips. I was glad to have confused her. I don't want her to know too much about me. Most especially the underground business I run. I would prefer her to get the wrong impression of me. It would do us both good.

"Wait... I think I get it now. I know why you have a gun." She said her eyes lightening up as if she had been given an award for best talker in the world. "What's that?" I lifted a questioning brow.

"Are you perhaps...a serial killer?"

A chuckle didn't fail to escape me. She saw my hand move from my pocket and she moved backwards. "Why? Are you scared of dying?"

"Why would I be scared of dying?"

I kept walking further until I caged her between the shelve and my body. I liked the way I could see the center of her head. She looked so small caged in my arms. I placed my hand on the top of the shelve above her head. She avoided my gaze. "Look at me," I ordered. When she didn't, I pulled up her face and made her look at me forcefully. "If you know the real me, you won't be able to stay a minute at my house. Get things sorted here and leave." With that, I turned on her heels and walked away leaving her in a state of shock and confusion.

**

My phone was on speaker mode as I talked to Franco while driving back home. "Make sure you stay alert. Mr. Jameson have half an hour left to turn in the money else you take every damn thing out of his house." I ordered Franco.

"Our men are on standby already. We are just waiting for time. I am heading home now though."

"Same here," I said exhaustingly. Being a CEO had never been an easy task. Not like I did anything serious for the day. The only work I know I busied myself with was monitoring Elena's move on the surveillance camera in my office.

I didn't expect her to start working on a big task immediately on her first day. I know a perfect way to get on her nerves using her new job. The thought of that excites me. Yes, I know I had told myself that I wouldn't associate myself with her. I have no time to keep an eye on a stepsister but she kept proving to be a busybody. If I don't keep her in check, she might make a mess of my plans real soon.

My father shouldn't know about my other business. If she tells her mother, it would be as good as she had broadcasted it to the world. The woman has a big mouth just like her daughter. Birds of the same feather.

The vibration from my phone snapped me back to reality. A notification popped up on my screen. "The fool wants his little ass safe. He has wired the money." I said to Franco.

"Damn! Just when my bone is cracking ready for a fight. Anyways, it's a good news. On to the next mission."

"Right now what I need is a woman to bang," I replied. I hadn't banged any w***e for a while. I needed a release. I know someone who would come running if I call her. My w***e. Melissa. One call and she would be on my feet begging me to f**k her.

"Goodnight naughty man. Don't forget you have a sister living in the house now." Before I could answer him, he ended the call from his end. I don't give a damn about that. I can bring any woman and f**k any woman I want. I own the house.

The flashes of Elena standing with a short towel wrapped around her body spread in my head. She looked like she could do a good job in doing naughty things with her mouth rather than uttering gibberish with it.

Damn! Why in hell was I having dirty thoughts of a big mouth like her? My stepsister for that matter. I need to bang a girl tonight. I increased my speed and drove back home.

As usual, I was greeted with a quiet living room. There was always this peacefulness whenever I returned home and confined myself in my room. I tend to forget about the outside world or what people of the world give a damn about.

I climbed my way up to my room. However, I had passed by Elena's room when I heard the blaring sound of music coming from her room. "What craziness is she up to now?" I asked no one but myself. Curiosity hit me and I found myself walking to her room. I didn't think of anything before turning on the doorknob and pushing the door open.

Then I saw Elena. Standing on top of the bed wrapped in a towel. The same one from the other day. Despite the piece of clothing covering her nakedness, I could still make out her body shape. My eyes darkened all of a sudden and I felt something known to me coursed through my body. Her back was facing me as she sing along to a song.

By the time she turned around and met my eyes, something unexpected happened. Her towel went loose and fell on the bed revealing her naked body. Right then and there, I knew it was a completely bad choice keeping her here.