Chapter 4 4

It had been a good month since she'd been learning how to fight, she'd done well. He'd always say how quickly she was taking everything in, but would all of this stop her bullies? Little did she know that today and forever after that day would be the worst days that she would ever live until they all left high school, and she would regret agreeing to his terms and conditions.

Today was her sixteenth birthday and she would have to leave everything behind to move into their home, unaware of what the three brothers had planned for her. Once she was in their grasp, they were no longer going to help her with her training but show her what the real world was really like, what the Mafia world was like.

She was too afraid to tell her parents that after today she would no longer be living with them because of her agreement with Christiano, she would never return to the place that she had called home for sixteen years, and she'd never see her parents ever again.

The school day was like any other, but from tomorrow the true horror of fear of life would begin. The sheer reality was scaring the shit out of her. The three brothers had a bad reputation in school and no one dared cross them but a few that were stupid enough to.

Christiano walked up to her, leaning into her ear. "I hope you haven't forgotten our arrangement."

She shook her head.

"Good girl, you're coming home with us."

"But my parents?"

"I'll sort it okay."

"Okay." She sighed that she had hoped he wouldn't do this till tomorrow, so she could spend her birthday with her parents before she had to go with him and his brothers to their home.

"Good girl." He said, kissing her cheek. "Now run along to the next lesson. You don't want to be late, do you?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No Christiano."

"You will call me sir from now on, do you understand?"

"Yes.. sir."

He grinned. "Good girl." He said, slapping her ass. "Now go to your class."

She nodded and walked away.

"I see you've already got her where you want her?"

He smirked at his brother. "She'll be like putty in my hands by the end of next week."

"She'll be eating out of it too." He chuckled.

"Indeed she will." He grinned evilly.

"Come on, Bro, we have a lesson."

"Ergh."

"I know bro I know. But we can't skip anymore. Maybe we should ask Sawyer to help us with our studies. She's in the top classes."

"You're a genius brother."

"I know." He chuckled.

They made their way to their classes.

Christiano stood leaning on the wall smoking, waiting for Sawyer. She walked cautiously up to him. He looked up, dropping the nub to the ground and stomping on it. "Ready?"

"I guess."

He stared at her.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready."

He smirked. "Well, let's go then."

He put her hand in his and pulled her towards the car that was waiting for them when they got in. His brothers were waiting in the car for them, grinning widely as they slid in. Christiano closed the door and the car pulled away. The car was full of silence, making her nervous, but she also felt relieved as she had no desire to talk to them.

The car stopped in front of the mansion, and they all got out. "I'll show you to your room. You can shower and change, then meet us in the dining hall."

"Yes sir."

He smirked, pulling her with him into the house. The brothers were looking at each other, wiggling their eyebrows. He pulled her upstairs to a spacious bedroom. "The bathroom is over there. We all have one, so no one has to wait around."

She nodded.

"The clothes are on the bed. You should wear them. Towels are in the bathroom, we eat in an hour."

"Yes sir."

He nodded, leaving Sawyer to take in the large bedroom with a light blue dress on top of the king-size bed. She smiled and then skipped to the bathroom that was the size of her bedroom back home. She sighed, knowing she'd never see her parents again.

She wondered if they would miss her as much as she would miss them. She stripped down, put the shower on, slipping inside, washed her body and hair before getting out, turning it off before drying herself, then heading back to the bedroom where she slipped onto her underwater, then slipped into the dress, then her slim before making her way down to the dining room where the three brothers were sitting. They all looked up grinning.

"Come on Sawyer, we don't bite, let's all have supper together."

"Yes sir."

He grinned wider, she was being very obedient, but would she still be there when she saw the maid's uniform that they had all picked for her?

She sat opposite the brothers as Christiano sat at the head of the table. The plates filled with chicken dinner were laid in front of them. They thanked the staff. "Let's eat, I bet everyone's hungry."

They all agreed to dig in.

They ate in silence. Christiano clicked his fingers and one of the maids came in with the large cake, placing it on the table.

"Happy birthday Sawyer. Make a wish."

"How did you know?" She questioned.

I have my way. Now blow out all the candles and make a wish."

"Yes sir."

She leaned forward, blowing the candles out and making a wish. "Now don't tell anyone, or it won't come true."

"Yes sir."

"Your last surprise is on your bed once you've seen it come down and show us okay."

"Yes sir."

She turned and walked out of the dining room towards her room.

"She's going to hate it."

"We all agreed on it, Christiano."

"I know." He sighed.

An hour later

"Where the hell is she?"

"I think she's sulking."

"Sawyer, get your ass down here now!"

"I'm not coming, I refuse."

"Now, Sawyer, or you'll get severely punished."

"Yes sir."

She walked down the stairs, entering the dining room. They all looked at her bursting out laughing.

"I'm not wearing this shit." She said, looking at her black and white maid's uniform that barely hit the bottom of her ass.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. I don't feel comfortable in it and I don't wish to be the butt of your jokes either."

"You're fucking wearing it."

"No, I'm not."

His hand cracked against her face, and it snapped to the left, her lip bleeding. "You'll do as I say I'm the master, not you, do you understand?"

She stood saying nothing, shaking.

His hand cracked her across the face again. "Do you understand?" He asked, angrily.

"I HATE YOU!" She screamed, running away, not giving him another chance to hit her.

Some fucking birthday. She knew that if he came after her, she'd be punished. She leaned up the stairs into her room, locking the door and sliding down the door. Her tears were streaming down her face. How could he have been such a prick?

He'd promised to help her and, like a flip of a coin, he'd changed completely to a guy who would make her suffer and her hatred towards him would grow more and more each day like the bullies that she had to encounter.

Christiano

I gawked at Sawyer as she stormed out of the lounge. I had never heard her so angry before, it was making me hard, but still, I had to teach her a lesson or two or my brothers would think that I was weak, and I was far from weak.

"Damn."

"You're not going to let her get away with that, are you?"

"No I'm not. I'm going to talk to her right now."

"Just talk?"

"Depends on how much more she decides to disrespect me."

They both grinned at me as I strode angrily out of the lounge towards the stairs that led to the bedroom. I was going to make damn sure she knew her place if it meant I had to use brutal force to get it. I stood outside the bedroom door and banged loudly.

The door shook, and the door shook violently as I banged it over and over, meeting with complete silence. "Open the fucking door, Sawyer. I know you're fucking in there."

The silence that followed was deafening. I was not in the mood for her disobedience and her plain disrespect towards me. I stood back and kicked the door off its hinges. Guess she won't be able to lock it anymore. I stormed in, she lay in the bed, her body rising and falling. Was the little bitch asleep?

I stomped over to the bed and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto her back and startling her. Tough shit, shit's got to be sorted and now was the exact best time to do so.

"What do you want, Christiano? Haven't you and your brothers done enough damage by humiliating me by making me wear this shit?" she asked, flicking the hem of the maid's uniform.

I grabbed her chin. "You dare disrespect me in front of my brothers? You ignore me when I knock on your fucking door? You answer and let me in.

She spat in my face. My anger flared, and I wiped it away. She was either very fucking brave or ducking stupid. I wiped it off, letting go of her chin and cracking the left-hand side of her face with the back of my hand. "How dare you spit in my face, you fucking whore. I own you, and you do as I say, if I ask you to lick my shoes you fucking will. If I tell you to wear a maid's outfit, you'll do it. Understood?"

She just sat there staring at me, making me angrier. I backhanded her again. "Fucking answer me you fucking whore!" I stared at her bloodshot teary eyes with no compassion whatsoever. "Answer me! Do you fucking understand?"

"Yes," she answered shakily.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Better." I leaned over, pressing my lips on hers, kissing her, she hissed and I moved away. "Now get some sleep, we have school tomorrow."

She nodded, and I moved away, strolling out of the room with a hard-on. Cursing at the broken door realizing that I needed to get it fixed, or my parents would have a fucking field day. I looked at her. "It will be safer for you to sleep in my room until your door is fixed."

"I'll be fine here."

I glared at her. "Now Sawyer, unless you wish to get punished," I said, holding my hand out for her to take.

She sighs and pulls herself up off the bed and walks slowly over to me. I took her hand in mine and led her out of the room and pulled her towards mine.