Rescued By The Don's Brother

I mutter a hundred condemnations as I jerk myself up to sit on the bed, my eyes battling to peel due to the throbbing of my head. The pain is excruciatingly agonizing, and for minutes I have to keep it caged between my palms for support. Aside from the pain, my hands feel something else. A bandage?! I can also feel a soaked spot on my forehead as I run my hands around my head.

Am I hurt? How?

What the heck happened?

A long moment of screaming silence passes as I scour deep into my seemingly desolate brain for an inkling of what led to this, but all ends in vain. Nothing rings a bell! Nothing! I feel like my head is just blank. Sigh! It must be this pain that is deterring my head from functioning. I should call for some aid. Some damn painkillers will be helpful before this pain kills me.

Ahem! Who do I call? No name seems to come to mind either. Screw this pain! With all these incoherently fussy feelings, I compel my eyes to peel, despite the pain. A dark-themed cabin greets my blurry vision, and again, I suck in the ripping sensation of obliviousness to this place too. It feels weird. I dart my eyes around the small, unnerving cottage, scanning for anything that would slap some sense into me about what this place is because it definitely doesn't feel like my room, but I end up adding more pain to myself because nothing reminds me of anything here. There isn't anything much here anyway.

Come on, dear brain! Don't do this to me.

I kick the duvet aside and spring from the bed. Imprinting my feet on the cold floor, I drag myself to the tiny closet and decide to rummage for something. Maybe a phone or something. What kind of room is this that is giving rise to these weird chills? And who the hell paints a room black? A witch, maybe! I hope I didn't wake up in their realm!

The apparel in this closet gram my level of confusion. I'm decently dressed up in smart jeans and a classy leather jacket. The Under Armour sneakers top my expensive outfit. Dashing and descent Then why the hell are lingeries more than three-quarters of the outfits in this closet? And for the rest of the quarter, it's no different from lingerie. Just some freaking short sh*t of dresses that won't cover even my forbidden areas well. What's not happening? Scouring the drawers would be a nice idea, but a peek outside this room is a wiser idea.

One, two steps later, the door opens, halting my tracks. A giant in human form strolls inside, amplifying my turmoil and aggravating the terror in this room. His demeanor is not just perilously terrifying and demeaning, but it, in addition, exudes havoc to a weak being like the one cowering before his tall, huge frame. And gray eyes? Really? I pluck my feet from the floor and take safe steps back towards the bed, while he takes slow, calculated strides towards me like a lion taming its prey! He won't just devour my flesh, but it seems like he would chew even my bones one by one. I missed the bed and hit the wall with my back. I didn't look where I was going. My bad! He halts on his strides a step from me, his hands shoved in his pocket, and he takes his time to browse my face. He is the stranger here, yet I seem to bewilder him more than he is perplexing me. His cold gaze in my eyes makes me tremble with fear, and these huge muscles aren't helping either.

I can't stand his eyes! I look away, taking in deep breaths to calm my nerves. "Step away, please!" I mumble after a while, puffing out a good amount of the fear boiling inside of me. That would have calmed me down, but not when he does the exact opposite of what I asked. He closes the gap between us, towering above me. He is so irritating! I snap my gaze at him.

"Why?" His tone is as cold as his demeanor. It bleeds nothing but hegemony. Dominance. Power. Why? Who is he to even pin me to the wall like this? My husband? Holly cow! I hope not!

"Who are you to begin with? And...this place, what is this place?" I force words, and his ghastly face grows wrinkles in a flicker, but he masks them off with his cold expression in a split second. Don't get me wrong. I don't know how many handsome men I have encountered before, but this one is before me with the eyes like an owl, naah men! If he is this scary in broad daylight, I don't want to deduce the kind of terror that he bleeds when darkness befalls.

Ghosh! He takes a step back, permeating some fresh air into me, which is still saturated with his rich pheromones, which again, I don't like. "Don't you...remember anything?" His icy voice echoes again, making me realize that my eyes are glued to his. He has quite scary eyes! Is he even human? I think as I shake my head at his question, avoiding wasting even a second of his time pondering it. He seems to be the kind who would slap the hell out of you if you get on his nerves. Or even at a slight mistake. I might be right or wrong, but that's what I make out of his demeanor. "Does it hurt a lot?" He asks, pointing at my head as he walks to the drawer.

He pulls out some medicine and a bottle of water. "What happened to me? Where am I? Who...are you?" I ask again, but he instead ignores my question and hands me some pills.

"For your headache!" I take them and rack before him after. He can't ignore me like this, for hell's sake! I need answers before I go crazy! "Take two pills every three hours to avoid severe pain." He says, Emotionless. Something is whispering to my ears that something is wrong here.

"Copy. Now, can you answer my questions? Did you hear them? Do I need to repeat them again?" I ask, sounding damn serious, while his gray eyes are darkening with fury. He is getting angry. Shouldn't I be the one getting angry at his arrogance?

"Get some rest! We will talk when you are calm." He says this and clicks his Chelsea boots on the floor, ready to stroll out.

This arrogant jerk is really messing with my patience! "Hold on right there, Mr!" I call, and he furiously turns to me. "Why can't you answer my questions, huh?"

"And why the fuck do you think I have the answers to your fucking questions?" He fumes, his eyes explaining just how pissed off he is. But hang on!

"Because you happen to be the first creature I saw since I woke up with a very freaking blank mind! You even have the prescriptions for my medications so clearly, Mr. Grey Eyes; you have the answers I need. So, speak!" I howl, and the howls echo in my head, the impacts of them aggregating the pain. I really need to take it easy before my head explodes!

He smirks! A cold smirk that makes the hairs on my body spurt with rage What's there to smirk about if he isn't just an arrogant, insensitive jerk? "Nobody. Listen well, because I won't repeat myself ever again. No one orders me around!" He states.

"It's only right and fair for me to react like this. Are you hiding something that you don't want me to know..."

"Watch your fucking tongue!" Now he really scared me with his howls.

"I will! After you tell me what I need to hear!" I must be a very stubborn ass to have the balls to talk back to him, albeit trembling. The outbursts stopped for a minute. We rack before each other, like two antagonistic lions ready to slit each other's throats with our fangs. We are both fuming with rage, and he backs off first, breaking the tension in this room.

"You really don't recall anything?" He softly but coldly asks, boring his scary eyes deep into me, perhaps scouring for the truth.

"I wouldn't be wasting both our time if I did. So, tell me. Who are you?" I spit, and then something more urgent hits me. "Who am I?" I ask bitterly, almost breaking down, but I suck the tears back. I can't even freaking remember my damn name. What on earth wrecked my brain like this?

"Listen. Your stubbornness aside, If you continue howling like this, your empty brain might rapture. Lie down, and I will answer your questions when you wake up." Oh, the ugly idiot even has the balls to mock me? Wow!

"No! I want them now, so you better start..."

"If you open your mouth again and order me like I am your slave, I'll forget that you are already hurt." He warns.

slave? Then am I his slave?

"Neither am I your slave!" I yell again, and he smirks, speaking as calmly as he can ever be.

"You don't know that, and you are in my territory! And everyone in my territory is my slave including you. so, behave, because I have had it with your arrogance." He says, looking so pissed.

Cool down, dear lost self! And ignore that slave nonsense from this ugly-fugly monkey. You don't know where you are, so if you need anything from this impossible, egotistical moron, you have to humble yourself. Take it slow with him.

"Okay. I'm sorry if I am acting up. I hope you understand my situation. So, please, I beg you, tell me just anything about me before I go crazy." I plead.

"Mmh! I thought I would teach you how to talk to your master, but I guess you understood my gestures well. However, I still think you need some rest. I am not usually this nice to people, so I would suggest you grab this chance and not get... on...my... nerve!" He says.

Master!? Master of what? "Please, Master?" I plead, and yuck! Master my foot! It sounds so... pathetic? Yeah, and disgusting! "Please! Just anything. Even just one. It will make me at least get some sleep."

"I saved you, Gia! That's all I will say for now! Now show some respect to someone who saved your life and get on that bed before I lose it."

Gia?!?! I presume that is my name? Freaking hell! Why doesn't even my own name sound familiar? The hell! And from whom did he save me? I am being tuck under the covers as I think. Everything is just so confusing, and him refusing to tell me the whole truth just sucks! I hope he will not be in his 'master' mood when I wake up.

"Don't think too much! It will help speed up your recovery." He says this after tucking me in. As if he cares!

"And who are you? Can I at least know the name of my savior?" I ask before I close my eyes.

"They call me Don! But you can call me Ejay!"

Don? Master? Ejay? What is he? Better still, who the hell is he?

After the door closes, I jerk myself from the bed, forgetting my headache. I need to know what this damn place is and why it is hitting me with a sense of fear and worry.

I open the door slowly, like a slave trying to escape from her cage, but a voice stops me from popping my head out. "Hello, boss!" Someone greets him along the corridor with a tone a bit softer than his, and I get eager to listen to their conversation, so I hide behind the door.

"Ajay, hello! I was about to send it to you. How have things been running in my absence?" That was Ejay. And, did I hear him say, Ajay? What a good rhyme of names! Is he his son or brother?

"Everything is fine, boss. Except for, well, you know who. She hasn't been of any help." Ajay's response aroused my suspicions. I feel there is something fishy here. My head is about to burst with pain again, but I force myself to listen a little more.

"Talk to her one more time, and let her know that I am giving her the last chance. If she does not want to take this last chance, you know what to do."

"Okay boss. I saw you come in with a new one. She looks really pretty, even with a bandaged head. She's quite a charm. Great asset."

What are they possibly talking about? What kind of an asset will I be to them? Just what the hell is this place?

"Her case is different. A bit complicated. But we will see." Ejay responds in his despotic, fearsome tone.

"I trust you, boss." Ajay says.

"I'll be in my office until the time." With that, they end their conversation, and I close the door.

I shuffle to the bed, holding on to the wall for support because my head is pounding and my vision is a bit blurry. I take my meds, and I hope I saw the right prescriptions with my so-fading vision, then I climb to bed. As much as I am worried about everything, as much as I would like to know where I am and what this place is, the pain is uncontrollable. I need to have the strength to even think things through first, which I don't have right now. My eyes close on their own, and I can feel sleep taking over as my head continues to pound and burn with unbearable pain.

Hours later!

I am woken up by my grumbling stomach, and my head is not hurting anymore. Peeling my eyes, I scan the small black room once again. The black theme makes this place more dark and gives you a very scary feeling. It doesn't feel familiar. I walk to the bathroom to ease myself and come back. I sit on the bed, trying to recover any single memory of the days before today, but still, none comes to mind.

I want to cry because I have a lot of questions that need answers, and I doubt there is anybody to answer them. Remembering the conversation between Ejay and Ajay, I spring to my feet, opting to look for Ejay. There is nothing much I want from him, actually. I don't want to know anything about this place or who he rescued me from. I just want to go home, if I have any, which I believe I do. With the kind of clothes I am wearing, how well my hair looks despite it not being combed today, and my type of shoes, I know I am not from the street. With that in mind, I leave the room after taking one type of medicine as per the prescription and head out.

But where do I start looking for him?

I start walking past the other rooms along the corridor. Just as I was about to start descending the stairs, something caught my attention. In the room just next to the stairs, I hear voices, and I take a step back. Coming near the door, I lean on it and decide to eavesdrop. It's a man and a lady, and it doesn't sound like a normal conversation. They somehow sound like they are fighting.

"Please have mercy on me, even just for today. I have not healed, and I can't bear the pain today. Please!" That was the lady's voice.

"Shut up!" A male voice shouts, and the sound of a resounding slap echoes. The lady cries due to pain. "I did not pay money to come and listen to your stupid stories or watch you cry. I paid for your duties. And your duty is to please me. So get up and undress, and stop wasting my time."

What? What's going on here? Is making love by force? And what's that about paying for her duties? What the... "I said, Get up! If you behave like a nice girl who knows what she is here for, I might go easy on you. But if you insist on crying, I will make sure to leave you with double the bruises you already have. So choose!" The man's cold voice speaks, sending shivers down my spine.

I pity the woman in front of him. What kind of animal is he?

"Okay, Mr! Please have mercy on me." Mr. So it's not her husband or boyfriend? Why is he forcing her, even after pleading? Does he not have a sense of humanity? Isn't that abuse?

"Good! Now kneel down like the slave that you are, and please your master." The man says this as the lady continues to hiccup with sobs. What sort of inhumanity is this? He can't control his desires, even at the expense of hurting her.

Without thinking, I knock on the door at once, loud enough for them to hear. I can't allow someone to be abused while I am in a position to help. When nobody opens, I knock again and again, and I keep knocking and knocking until finally, the door flows open, revealing a man fuming with anger in front of me. He has only a towel wrapped around his waist and very disgustingly protruding nonsense between his legs. I take advantage of his confusion to peek inside, and I see a naked lady sitting on a bed, wiping away the tears from her face. She looks so sympathetic!

"Are you okay, miss?" I ask, trying to get in, but Mr. Inhumanity doesn't let me through. Upon hearing me, the lady jumps from bed and stands up, forgetting she is even naked. She shakes her head, tears flowing again. Her cheeks are terribly red!

"Are you sure you know where you are? How dare you interrupt us like this?"

This shameless monkey of a man has the guts to say I interrupted them? Oh, well, if that's it, I am glad I did. I prevented you from hurting a woman for your stupid desires.

"Aren't you ashamed of forcing someone to quench your stupid desires against her wishes? What kind of human being are you? Let her go!" I say to him, trying to push him aside so that I can get to the lady who is now gathering her clothes on the floor and getting dressed. But what kind of clothes are these anyway?

"What in the devil's name is freaking happening here?" A voice comes from behind me, making me turn around, and I collide with a gun pointed to my head and a very angry man behind the trigger.

I stand trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. I do not want to die, and this man like him can blow my sick brains out any minute. "I am... I just saw this man."

"Drop the gun, Rjay!" Now that voice is familiar. I heard it the very first time today inside my room, though. And, Rjay? Is everybody here a Jay or what? They might as well rename me L-Gia! Tsk!

"Yes, boss." The so-called Rjay drops the gun, and Ejay stands behind me, wrapping his hand around my waist, which doesn't feel good at all.

"What happened?" Ejay asks, and sensing the atmosphere, I know there is a connection between what was happening in this damn room before I decided to play heroine and these bunch of Jays. But what sort of business is this?

"She disturbed them, boss." Rjay spoke, and Ejay cast a glance at me with his scary eyes.

"I am sorry, Mr. Delgado. Forgive her; she is new and has no clue. Carry on. Thirty extra minutes with her as part of my apology." I gave Ejay the most confused and dangerous look I could ever produce the moment he said that.

Apologies? For what exactly? What kind of monsters are these? I hear the door close, and I presume the Delgado idiot is happy now, as Ejay drags me with him down the stairs. Along the stairs, we pass by another couple going up, and of course, the lady doesn't look happy, and she is wearing something similar to the one the lady with Mr. Delgado was wearing. I try to look at them to see if they are exchanging any words, but Ejay, upon noticing my curiosity, fastened his pace, and I had to half-run to match his pace.

After dodging countless corners, he opens another door that is separate from the others, and he pushes me inside. Unlike the room I was in and that of Mr. Delgado's, this one doesn't have a bed; instead, it has a table and a computer with loads of files. An office, presumably. He locks the door, and I turn to look at him as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I don't remember telling you that you can walk around aimlessly and pop your nose in other people's business. Did I?" He asks, and I keep quiet, just looking at his not-so-good face and avoiding his eyes as best I can. "Don't you dare go silent on me, Gia! What were you even thinking?" He takes a step towards me and keeps coming until he is right in front of my nose.

I don't blink or move an inch. Finally, I got the courage to stand his eyes, and I looked at him disgustingly. If only I had muscles like his, he would be nursing a broken bone somewhere. "I had no intention of walking past a man abusing a woman." I speak confidently and calmly. I must be a very courageous person by nature, huh? "I did not know where to find you, so I was on my way to look for you. And of course, I couldn't ignore the plea of the poor woman. It's humanity, right?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever you hear or see around here, keep absolutely out of it. That is rule number one." He states.

Rules, my ass!

"I don't need to know about the fucking rules or anything about this place. Thank you for saving my life. Now allow me to go my way." I say that and wait for his response.

"Where will you go?" He crosses his hands on his chest to listen to me.

"Anywhere. To look for my family. I am sure I am not a street girl." I state. I sure do not look like one. In fact, I look a bit well-off. Not a stinking rich kid, but nothing compared to poverty.

"How will you locate them, supposing..." I don't wait for him to finish.

"I will worry about that myself. Can I leave now?" I cut him off. I can't stand being in this disgusting hell, even for a minute.

"No, you cannot! You are already here, meaning you will stay here!"

What's that? I snap at him. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Simple. You can't leave!" He affirms in an unnerving composure.

I look at him. I don't understand him. He cannot detain me here in this Godforsaken, unknown den. "Why on hell can't I leave? This is not where I want to spend my life. The things I have seen here are enough and

"You will be a big threat to me and this club." He finished the sentence for me, though I was not going to say exactly that.

Club, huh!

"Listen." I lower my voice. "I will never say a word. I don't know you, and I don't know this place. I promise. Just let me go, please." I beg, but all my pleas fall on the deaf ears of this monkey.

"I am sorry, but I don't give such chances. It's too risky. The moment you went through the first gate, you became a member of the Wells club and brothel."

"Brothel? What sort of thing is that?" I ask, confused and lost.

"Well, it's... how do I put it? It's a place where men come to enjoy, get entertained, and have the pleasure they can't find in their wives or girlfriends."

I don't know the exact meaning of that, but this place is definitely not a good place. And I don't want to be part of it. I prefer the streets better. But I also know that this monster will not let me go. He looks unbendable. He meant what he said. That he won't let me go. He looks super dangerous.

"I would like to go on pleading, but I know it will be a waste of time and energy. I mean, I do not think any lady here chose to be here, right? So I will be no exception." I am dying inside.

Now I understand what they meant by "asset".

"You should focus on your recovery first before anything else." Ejay says, avoiding my eyes. He pulls the only swivel chair in this room down and sits down, eyeing me up and down.

"Of course. My recovery is so important to you, so that I can be of value to you and this cursed brothel club, right?" I ask, and I feel like I am about to cry. How can people be so cruel? Why did he have to be my stupid savior? Wait, how convenient was that? I shoot him a quick glance; something just crossed my mind. "How did you save me? From who? Was this," I point a finger at my bandaged head, "really accidental or someone intentionally wanted to harm me?" I waited for ages for him to answer, but did he?

No.

He doesn't answer questions anyway. I sigh angrily, then take in and take out the breath of refreshment. "Did you find anything with me when you SUPPOSEDLY," I draw the quotation marks on the air with my index fingers: "saved me? Any documents, gadgets, or something? Anything?" He takes out a shiny black leather purse from a drawer on the table and hands it to me.

"Here. Stop behaving like an arrogant, ungrateful bitch! Your arrogance will not get you anywhere." I grab the purse.

"And you better stop calling me names, because if I start doing the same, I will write a complete novel of the horrible and despicable names perfectly describing you. I might as well name it The Monster Ejay." With that, I leave a very angry Ejay with his hands clenched into fists; his eyes are something that nobody would want to look at right now, and I turn to leave my cell-I mean, my damn room.

"I will come to get you at exactly six o'clock." Ejay's annoyed voice echoes in my ears just as I step outside the door. I know he is talking to me, but I ignore him and run to my room, eager to know what is in my purse.