"Wuraola" I whispered as I skimmed through the Intel Vincent had gathered.

I was just about to flip to the next page when an earth shattering scream reached my ear.

On instinct, I grabbed my pistol from my table drawer and ran up the stairs. The ear-piercing scream continued and I kicked the door of my room down.

I dropped my gun to the ground and I noticed the brown skinned beauty crying with her eyes closed and her lips parted as she emitted heartbreaking screams clutching the pillow at the edge of the bed. Just where I had left her.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and tears rolled from the inner corner of her eyes.

"Wura?" I kicked the gun and it went straight under the bed. The girl's screams had reduced slowly until they stopped and she looked at me with red eyes.

I could not sense any hostility. I walked towards her and she looked at me like I was an animal. I didn't mind. It seemed like the sound of her name from my lips had calmed her.

"Get out" I spat at the maid who scrambled out of the room, finally glad to be out of my presence. It was understandable, I didn't a flying fuck. I had fucked her once and she had assumed it 'meant something to me'. Yeah, it meant something alright. It meant shit.

Toluwalope Aiyedun had borrowed money from me. He had promised to pay back and he didn't. I was a merciless businessman. I didn't give a flying fuck about how he paid. As long as he paid me. He offered his sister in exchange.

Tolulope was aware of the kind of business that I ran. It was the reason he told me that his sister's body and looks would pay my money back in no time.

I turned to the girl who was looking at me like I was a stranger.

"I wanna go home" Her voice. It was beautiful. Like expensive silk. Luxe velvet.

I clenched my jaw and chuckled, getting rid of the kinks in my neck as I walked towards her.

"You're not going anywhere, Bella. Get out of bed. Your breakfast is downstairs" I told her and let my eyes roll over her body. She was mine.

She was, after all, my payment.

My money.

I spun around to walk out but her soft voice stopped me.

"N-no. I want to go back" I clenched my jaw and inhaled. I had a short temper. A very short temper and she was testing me.

"Wuraola. I do not take lightly to girls who don't listen. Get your pretty ass out of bed if you don't want a fucking spanking" I growled as I spun around to face her. Tears welled in those pretty brown eyes but my anger overshadowed that. She needed to be disciplined.

"Am I clear, Wura?" I growled and she sniffled, looking at the sheets before she nodded softly.

"Words, Wura. And look at me when I'm talking to you" I didn't understand what made her so beautiful. Yes, she had rich dark skin. Her hair was a mess but the innocence in those eyes made me want to claim her and I would.

In due time.

"Yes, what?" I buried my fist in the pocket of my slacks and she looked up at me, confusion in her brown eyes.

"Yes, what?" she repeated and I sigh, running my tongue over my upper teeth. Her innocence was annoying and fucking sexy at the same time.

"Downstairs, now" I spun around and walked out. If I stayed back for a second longer then I'd have her on her knees and her full lips taking every bit of my cock in her mouth. I however, knew that she was tender. Fragile like a daisy. I knew I would ruin her but I didn't care.

She was mine.

"Vince, where's Tino?" I clenched my jaw, thinking about my brother. Tino was anything but my brother. We had the same last name but whenever I saw him, all I wanted to do was put a gun in my head.

He was the reason our family fell apart. He took everything from me but we still shared the same house. The left wing belonged to me and the right wing belonged to him. The only place we shared was the ground floor. The living room. The dining hall, the kitchen and the bar but I had claimed that seeing as good ol' tino was too good to drink.

Tino was my stepbrother. His mother had ruined my family. She killed my mother and she died before I could kill her myself.

"He hasn't come back since last night" Vincent was my personal assistant. At least that was what the world thought he was.

"How about the girl, sir?" he asked and I raised a brow, walking towards the dining hall.

"What about her?" I looked up at him and noticed a light blush staining his cheeks before it disappeared.

'He liked her, then?' I thought with disdain, walking to the seat by the bar, unlocking my stash of wines and spirits that cost more than they should.

"Do you have your eyes on her, Vince? She is an exotic and innocent one after all" I smirked, picking out random tall bottle before I glanced at the bottle.

Chocolate Vodka. How fitting.

Did she taste like chocolate vodka?

"Sir?" Vincent asked with hesitation in his voice and I turned to raise a brow at him. I hated repeating myself.

Making me repeat myself was a stupid thing and he knew this.

"No sir" He knew better, I waved him off and he walked away while I continued to pour myself glasses of vodka till I lost count.

Not that I had anything to lose. I was no mafia lord or drug cartel but I had lots of money and a shitty past -and a shitload of guns too.

I wasn't sure of how long I had been drinking for. But my eyes followed the girl as her small feet touched the ground. Her messy hair was put in a long ponytail and she was wearing the same pair of jeans had shirt that she had on.
She had more ass than boobs but she still looked so fucking hot.

Her ass owned those jeans and I wondered how much of a struggle it would be for her to pull them on. Would she jump and try to fit her ass in them?

I watched her trail her fingers along the kitchen island. Her mannerisms were soft like she would break if she touched something too hard. Her voice was equally as soft.

The thought of sharing her with my brother settled in my mind but I shook my head. I promised myself never to go there again especially when Tino was involved.

Tino and I used to share our women. I knew how aggressive I could get especially with my short temper. Tino was like the calmer and more logical one.

Our last girl called us Yin and Yang. I believed it until he ruined it all.

He was the older one, who girls ran to after they got disciplined by me but it had stopped happening since the last woman we shared.
My mind reminded me that Wuraola was only just becoming a woman. Three months till she was twenty.

Her body was a killer and the fact that she didn't know it killed me more.

Her breasts weren't double d's but I knew or sure that they fit her perfect body. Her waist was small and her hips flared out while her ass was perfectly rounded.

Perfection was what she was. Tino wasn't taking this one from me this time around.

So! We hit 3k! Y'all are beautiful! Thank you so much. So, here is Gianni! The more aggressive brother. What do y'all think?
I mean...i don't mind if we get to 4K in a week again.🌚🌚
Anyways! Enjoy!
-Aduke🌹