Owned By My Mafia Stepbrother

Chapter 2

Elena

It took me some seconds to process what had happened before me. Not longer than five seconds after the door was shut on my face, it was opened again and the same guy that showed his face looking all hot and sexy stood in front of me. His eyes raked my body from head down. "Who do you say you are?" He asked. I wasn't mistaken about how deep his voice was. Deeper than the ocean if I may add.

But I was quick in pulling my shits together. "I am Elena. I assumed you are my stepbrother." I said. This was my first time seeing him and since he was in my mother's house, I assumed he would be my stepbrother.

"Stepbrother my foot. That woman didn't tell me anything until now. She should know when to bring different kinds of people to my house." I thought I didn't hear him clearly as I stepped inside the house. Nevertheless, I first fed my eyes with how crazily big the inside was. Everything was in white. From the wall paintings to the luxury couch. And did I forget to mention the large curtains were all in white? If this was how my mother was living then I would say she has cheated my father. Because the house screamed expensive. And what made me more amazed was the fact that it was in my favorite color. White.

I was snapped back to reality by the voice of my assumed stepbrother. Even though he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Didn't that woman inform you there isn't any space left in my house?"

"That woman?" I repeated. It better not be he was referring to my mother as 'That woman'

"Sorry, but you don't mean my mother right?" I tried as much as I could not to bother about how his body was glowing with the light reflecting in the living room.

"Who else? She is your mother and not mine. She is married to my father that doesn't make her my mother."

Okay, I think his tone was a bit rude for my liking. I took my time to look at him clearly. He doesn't look like someone who is a teenager. I could tell he'd be older than me maybe two to three years. I'm not that good with maths.

"But how old are you?" The words left my lips faster than I could control it. His eyes narrowed on me. "What does my age have to do with you?"

"Because the words coming out of your mouth doesn't match with your body. I'm clocking 22 next month by the way. I'm guessing you would be 24 or 25."

A laughter erupted from him. And right then my breathing hitched when he suddenly took slow steps towards me. I thought my heart was going to explode when he got too close. My hand went loose on the bag I was holding. "This is my house, young lady. So I would want you to behave if you want to spend the night here."

Wait...What did he mean by this was his house? I could see the family portrait of my mother, her new husband, and my assumed brother on the wall. Where in hell does that one come from? "Excuse me, how is this your house?" I asked lifting a questioning brow. Even though deep down my heart wasn't calm.

"This is my house and not your mother's. I am only doing you a favor because she pleaded with me. I don't entertain strangers in my house, especially big mouths." And then he backed away. His words quickly registered in my head. And I didn't believe him. There was no way Mother would lie to me. She said I can stay at her house. Why then is the so-called brother of mine claiming the house as his?

As soon as I pulled out my phone, her call came through. "Hi, Mom."

"Hey, Elena. I assumed you have seethed at home already." Her voice was a bit distant which I won't be mistaken she was at a beach or somewhere that had a big sea.

"Yes, I did. Where are you? Why is he saying the house is his?" I went straight to the point. My parents know me so well, I don't beat around the bush. I say whatever comes to my mind. It doesn't matter whether it would suit the person or not.

"Oh don't mind, Marco. I am actually out of the country with his father. I didn't want to leave you all alone at our house that is why I asked Marco to allow you to stay with him before we return." I spared the rude guy named Marco a look. His big body frame was occupying the couch. I wonder if a shirt is missing in his wardrobe or maybe he was trying to impress someone with how manly his body was. That someone isn't me in any way.

"But mom you should have informed me beforehand. I wouldn't have looked like a fool in front of him."

Her deep sigh resonated from the end. "Come on loosen up a bit. Marco is a nice guy. You will get along with him. Just don't get on his bad side. He's your big brother." I didn't resist rolling my eyes.

"I don't need to get along with him. I'm here to stay for a month or less before I find a place."

"It doesn't matter. I have to go. Talk to you later." Before I could say anything further, the line went silent. Our conversations are always short. She is always in a hurry to hang the call on me.

I slipped the phone back inside my pocket before heaving out a sharp breath. "You're here to stay for some time, Elena. Everything is going to be fine." I whispered to myself before marching forward towards him.

"Um...Marco, my mother had explained things to me. Can you take me to my room? I have to unpack and get things sorted." I said exhaustingly.

I could swear the look Marco passed me in return was as good as dirty. More like he was looking down on me. And if there's anything I hate most is when someone looks down on me. It pisses me off. And right now, a part of me was strongly considering leaving the house and finding somewhere else to crash but I knew that would be another whole lot of spending money.

"I am talking to you, Mar—"

"I've heard you. You don't have to open your big mouth again." He hissed out and got up to his feet. Up to the moment he climbed upstairs, my mouth was left open. I don't think he is okay in the head. Something was definitely wrong with him somewhere in the brain.

"He didn't even offer to help with my box." I groaned dragging my trolley box up the stairs. I met him standing on one of the doors after I had passed through three locked doors. All black. Wait, the living room color was all white while the upper part of the house was all black. What a sweet combination.

"Here. This is your room. I don't have maids so you have to do everything by yourself. And don't expect us to get along because I don't have time to bond with any additional headache of a family." He handed the keys over to me.

I collected it before giving him the answer fitting to him. "Thanks for the advice but I don't think I have the energy to get along with a pain in the ass of a brother. We can act as strangers in this big house I don't mind." I proceeded to open my door when my body was being hauled back, next thing my back collided with the wall, and dark eyes burned holes into my skull.

"Repeat the name you called me." He said his blazing eyes and voice sharp. For a moment, I saw something dangerous in his eyes. I could feel chills running down my spine as he pinned me to the walls. "Let go of me," I said trying to free myself from his hold but he was stronger just like his naked body.

"I said repeat the name you called me." He said through gritted teeth his nose flaring. A small chuckle erupted from me. "You mean a pain in the ass?" I lifted a brow. And for the life of me, what happened next did a good job of making my legs weak. My eyes widened as Marco pointed a gun at my head.

"Your mother might've asked for a good favor from me, but that doesn't mean I will stick to the promise of allowing you to stay in my house. I like smart people but people with big mouths are those I despise more." Shivers ran down my spine as Marco leaned his face closer to my face, and whispered to my ears. "Be a good girl and respect yourself in this house. Else..." he trailed off and pulled away looking into my eyes.

I was sure he could see the fear in my eyes because never in my life have I seen a gun with my two eyes talk more of having it pointed at my head. Could it be I was dreaming?

"I will have to turn you into a good girl." He whispered his lips slightly going up into a smile—or rather a smirk. My heart pounded inside, and I slowly nodded. When he withdrew the gun and slipped it inside his jeans pocket, I slowly moved away from him. "Stay away from me," I uttered enough for him to hear before opening my door, dragging my stuff inside, and shutting it with a loud thud.

"What in hell did you get yourself into, Elena," I mumbled to myself as I leaned my back over the closed door. I don't think it was a good choice coming here. Not at all a good choice.