Chapter 3 My Brother Is Not A Thug

"Who the hell are you"? He repeated as I can hear Bullet barking aggressively, feeling that I am in trouble behind the glass slider door that this stranger must have closed. "Who Am I" I yelled at him.

He got closer to me so I can see him better "Do not forget who is holding the gun."

"I am Maya. This is my brother's house." I cried as I was trembling while he walked closer to me. "Marc has a sister? Where is he?" He looked confuse. I replied looking down at the gun as he came towards me, "He is on a business trip. He does not return for about three months."

He bowed his head down and shook his head, "It was supposed to be him, not you." I tried not to stumble my words "And what, are you going to kill him. Are you going to kill me?"

I felt the cold of the barrel of the gun hit my shirt up against my skin "He killed my father and I..." I interrupted him "What are you talking about? My brother is not a killer. He is in real estate."

He laughed, "Oh he is in real estate alright. Is that how he is hiding his family from his real life?" I looked at him confused "What are you talking about?" He looked at me with his big brown eyes into my deep blue eyes when he said "Oh Butterfly, He is a killer, he is not a good guy, and he killed my father. I am not a good guy either but at least my family knows who I am."

I backed into the refrigerator trying to look away from this mad man "I do not believe you. Are you going to kill me?"

He closed into me slowly "No, I have no intention killing a sexy looking woman such as you, I am here for Marc and only Marc. His little business trip placed a snag in my plans, so I am just going to have to wait for him here until he gets back."

My eyes started to tear up "You are going to let me go." He laughed "Are you kidding me? You are my leverage and if I were to let you go the first thing you would do is run to the cops or warn your brother. We cannot have that." He lifted the gun up to my chin "You and I are going to playhouse. And if you want to live you will not try to escape. Do you understand me" I held my chin higher, so I do not feel the cold steal of the gun. "Yes".

He smiled at me as he pulled the gun away from my chin and I whisper to myself "Shit". I heard Bullet in the backyard barking and trying to get to this monster "Can you shut that dog up before I put a bullet into him."

I shook my head as I went to the slider door with a treat. I slowly opened the door with the treat then grabbed his collar "Here Bullet, calm down buddy." He laughed.

"Bullet priceless. He named his dog Bullet. Put that dog into the garage." I walked Bullet to the garage and let him go.

He stared back at me with puppy eyes like he understood that right now is not the time to try to protect me. As I shut the door, I made him aware "I will need to check in on him every now and then. Making sure he has food and water."

He pushed me to the stairs "Fine, I think it is time to turn in." I stopped in my tracks at the bottom of the stairs "Turn in. You are not planning on staying in my room?" He pushed me "where do you think I am going to be. And let us be clear, I am a light sleeper, do not get any ideas."

I opened the door and turned on the light. "Can I take a shower at least?" He looked over at the bathroom door, "Sure, but give me your phone." He held out his hand. He must have seen me sneak my phone when we walked to the stairs. I handed over the phone as he stated, "And the ear buds', butterfly." I snatched them from my jean pockets that was snugged up against my hips. "Happy?" I snapped.

He held up the gun to the back of my shirt as he pulled me into him "Yes, like I said before, no ideas. I have the gun and I have the control. I can do whatever I want and whenever I want." I felt him push me away from him with the gun towards the bathroom as I walked into the bathroom as I placed my hands on the door.

I heard him say "No, No. Door open." I took my hand off the door without looking back at him then made sure I had a towel nearby. I stepped into the shower full clothed where he had full view.

I undressed in the shower and threw the clothes on to the floor then ran the water.

"No shit, he is not here. But his sister is. NO, I will wait here. I have company." I heard him say as I shut off the water and grabbed the towel. He quickly told the person on the line that he had to go and studied me while I stood in the doorway in a towel.

Water is still dripping from my hair down my back and into the towel as I looked at the gun that was halfway tucked his blue jeans "Can I have that black bag right there on the bed." I pointed to the bed where he was sitting, "What do you need out of it. I'll get it." He said as he opened the bag. I shook my head looking to the ground "Just a t-shirt and a pair sweatpants."

He took them out of the bag and walked over to me. He got so close to me that I can felt his shirt cling to me from water that is still drying on my skin as he whispered, "Ooo, no panties. This could get interesting." I snatched the clothes from his hand then went into the shower to get dress "No, this will not get interesting" I yelled as I teared up.

He laid down on the bed after moving all my things in front of the dresser. He placed his gun on the nightstand as I stood there looking at him.

He looked up at me "Well, butterfly. It is time to go to sleep." He patted the other side of the bed. I protested "I am not lying next to you." He reached over to the nightstand to grab the gun "you do as I say". I bowed my head down and laid next to him under the covers. "I will sleep on top of the covers if that makes you feel better." He stated as he lifted his shirt over his head revealing his muscular built body to me.

"Thank you" I started to feel guilty for even looking at his prefect body. "How do you know my brother" I asked as I looked at the ceiling. "Your brother and I run in the same group of thugs."

I got mad at him and lifted off the bed as I faced him "My Brother is NOT a Thug"! He laughed "We went through this before butterfly. He is a thug. You do not know your brother as well as you think you do."

I laid back into the comfort of the mattress "You do not know my brother as well as I do. I would know and I do not even know what to call you beside a monster." He turned to me and placed his hand softly on my chin "Oh butterfly, I wish that were the case. My father would be a live and maybe we would have met some other way. But this is the truth. He is a thug. Now please shut those pretty ocean blue eyes of yours and go to sleep."

He took a deep breath in then said, "Tony is my name".

I stared up at the ceiling thinking to myself. This cannot be true. My brother is not a killer. There is no way. I know we had a tough childhood and he feared for our lives until we were able to escape out of that hell but really a THUG. Not him. Cannot be true.

Now, I have to "Playhouse" with this monster until you meet your faith by his hands. Why does he have to be so good looking" I started to fade off.

"No, Daddy. NO. I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please do not hit me again."