Bow Down And Beg For Mercy

Chapter 2

We walk to through the mansion, towards the lounge. I open the door to the room for the open bar, slash lounge room, holding it open for Mist and my two babies before entering myself.

The design of the room was made specifically to be in half. On the right side of the room is a lounge, with a dozen comfortable sofas and couches to sit on. The furniture, white, in contrast to the black painted room. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, which probably costs only a few hundred thousands.

The left side of the room is a bar that any club would be jealous of. Papa wanted a range of drinks to be served to him or whenever we had guests over, also to show of how rich we are. The cupboards are made completely out of hard glass. My father likes everything to look as expensive as it is, so he didn't bother with wood. The counter is long enough for at least 12 people and is black marble. The stools are about 4ft high with leather as the material in the seat, all of which are designed with delicate stitches.

The air is scented with the smell of Jasmine lit candles with hints of expensive colognes and perfumes.

The moment I look to the corner, I groan. "Why are you everywhere?" I almost whine at his constant presence, walking over to the bar to pour myself a drink.

"Maybe because we live in the same house." Blade responds with a very much unappreciated 'duh' tone. "Obviously not my choice, if it was up to me, you'd only visit on weekends and that's me being generous." I bring the glass of whisky neat, to my lips as I narrow my eyes at him. "Just ignore him Sylvia." Mist mumbles against the rim off the glass in her hands, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes.

"Oh come on Mist! As the eldest ones, you should be on my side." He rotates the glass in his hand and watches as the clear brownish liquid swishes around inside it, looking entranced. I smile softly at him, briefly distracted by his less annoying state before saying, "Don't take it personal, she just likes me better." I chug the the rest of the alcoholic beverage before pouring myself another glass, enjoying the burn at the back of my throat, Mist grabs the bottle to pour herself more as well, hiking herself up on the high stool.

His face shifts from blissfully calm, to a scowl and glaring eyes. He scoffs, looking at my two dogs, laying at my feet, their head on the back of their paws. "Are they allowed to be in here?" He points his index finger at them with the hand he's holding the glass with. "If you are allowed in here, then they are too. In fact, if I'm being honest, they are way more well behaved than you are, I wonder who's the real animal here." I wink at him from behind my glass, smirking to myself.

Mist throws her head back laughing. He rolls his eyes at me, sighing as though he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Why do you hate me so much?" He asks, with genuine confusion, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. My eyes widen and my eyebrows lift.

Excuse me?

"Well where do I start? You took all the credit and praise for that time when I assassinated the guy you were supposed to kill, but couldn't because you had a crush on his doe eyed daughter- not that I don't see the appeal but still, you should have been more focused on the mission, than getting your first real blowjob."

I pause to take another sip of my drink before continuing my rant. "Or maybe because of the day when you locked me in the boxing cage because you lost the fight and kept bitching about how I must of cheated, in hand to hand combat." I take a breath before keeping going. "Maybe it's because you are so annoying that Satan himself wouldn't want to you in hell with him, in fear of you driving him insane." I smile sarcastically at him, giving a thumbs up.

"Each of those happened ages ago." He scoffs at me, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. "You punched me in the stomach two hours ago and said "Tough love baby sister"." I mock his voice, making mine gruff and deep. "You have made zero personality improvements, whether you want to admit it or not" I take the last gulp of my drink, refilling it immediately. Talking to anyone other that Mist takes a lot of energy, I'd prefer to be binge watching 'Once Upon A Time' right now, or sleeping, or torturing someone. Even checking in on one of our drug lords just because I know he's afraid of me.