*DEMETRIO*
I punched him across the face for the second time, waiting for him to tell me what I needed to know.
"Tell me before I dig your brain out of your head with this knife," I threatened.
Danny was standing beside me, waiting for my command.
When I saw Fisher not responding, I told Danny to take it from there and start torturing him. I wanted to do it myself, but I wasn't feeling like it.
I stormed out of the room with a huff. I had so much anger inside of me that I wanted to kill someone.
I walked to my car and got in, but before I could start it, my phone dinged. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen.
A message from my sister appeared on the lock screen telling me to look at the picture she sent. I rolled my eyes, clearly not in the mood for her childish acts, but decided to give in and check the picture.
It was a photo of Cindy sleeping on Leila's lap, looking as cute as ever. A smile broke out on my face as I stared at the photo. They're so beautiful. Leila was petting Cindy, who was purring like she always does. Leila on the other hand was smiling, and it was the first time I see her smile and let me tell you, she has a beautiful smile.
I shook my head in amusement as I put the phone away. I couldn't believe I thought Leila's smile was beautiful.
That thought should never have crossed my mind.
I revived the engine and drove to my house.
As I was driving, Leila crossed my mind, and I started thinking about whether or not she would give birth to her baby. I know that it wasn't an easy decision for her to make even though I didn't know what she was feeling because I had never been in that situation before.
I don't know what would I do if it were me-if I had a baby without my partner. I know that it would be tough but a part of me feels that I would want it.
I parked my car and stepped out, making my way to the mansion. Mrs. Charles opened the door for me as if she felt that I arrived.
Mrs. Charles had been working for us for a very long time, even before I was born. She treated me like a son and I treated her like a second mother.
"Welcome home, Demetrio," she greeted with a smile.
"Hola, mi amor," I replied, hugging her.
I walked to the living room and saw my mother, Dalilah, and Leila sitting, with Cindy still on Leila's lap, making me jealous.
"Rio! You're home early," my mother said, putting away her book.
I rolled my eyes at her without her seeing. Trust me, she could be a bit much when it came to her beloved books.
"Sí, I finished early," I replied without giving details.
Leila was avoiding looking at me at all costs as if she was embarrassed because of what happened.
I was still mad at Cindy because of what she did...or rather what she did accidentally, I guess. I mean...why was Cindy still lying on Leila's lap? That made me so mad because Cindy was supposed to love me more and I kind of felt jealous.
It's embarrassing that I was feeling jealous of Leila because Cindy was loving her more than she loved me. It's more embarrassing that I knew that Cindy hated my guts but I still loved her.
"Rio, did you see the picture?" Dalilah asked with a grin, grabbing my mother's and Leila's attention towards me.
"Picture? What picture?" I acted stupidly.
"Check your messages, brother." Dalilah rolled her eyes.
I pretended to scroll through my phone and said, "Yeah, what about it?"
"Aren't they so cute," Dalilah said in awe.
I glanced at Leila who was already looking at me and said, "When was Cindy never cute?"
I know...It's a terrible thing to do, but I'm not going to call Leila cute, am I?"
Dalilah and my mother glared at me, giving me a disapproving look. Leila looked down as if she was embarrassed about what happened, but quickly composed herself and acted as if it didn't affect her.
"Anyways, are we still up for the club tonight?" I turned to my sister.
"Yeah, but Angelica is coming..." My sister huffed, knowing that I wouldn't go to the club if Angelica was coming.
"Rio, please come!" Dalilah pleaded as she stood up and stood in front of me.
"You know I don't like her," I replied, avoiding looking at anyone.
"Just come and ignore her...It's not like I like her either," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't trust you, sister." I shook my head as I remembered the last time I listened to her. Dalilah and Adam; her fiancé, left us alone so Angelica could get closer to me. I ended up leaving her alone at the club because I hated her guts, still do.
"I am sorry about last time, okay? I promise I won't do it again," she said.
"Take Leila with you!" My mother suddenly blurted out, making Leila and I look at her with widened eyes.
"Oh my god, yes! Leila you should come," Dalilah excitedly said, turning towards Leila.
"I'd prefer not to come," Leila said as I exhaled in relief.
"But why?" my mother asked this time.
Leila hesitantly said, "Well, I just don't feel like it. Besides, I am pregnant, I might get tired and ruin your night."
Before anyone could say anything, I jumped in, "Exactly! Besides, dad and I have a business to discuss with Leila, so neither she nor I are free."
"But you were coming not 5 minutes ago!" Dalilah exclaimed.
"Yeah, that was before I knew Angelica is coming," I replied, crossing my brows in confusion. My sister should have known that I wouldn't go out if her sister-in-law was coming.
"You're no fun, Demetrio!" Dalilah grumbled as she strolled out of the living room.
I turned my gaze to my mother only to see her hiding her smile. I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but I learned over the years that I could never understand my mother...or women in general.
I looked at Cindy only to find her licking Leila's hand, making her giggle. I huffed and stormed to my room.
That was unbelievable. Cindy never and I mean never licked my hand unless I was sad. Wait, does that mean that Leila was sad?
I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once I was done, I walked back to my room only in time as a knock on the door halted my movements.
I looked down at the towel wrapped around my torso and figured that it was okay since it could only be either my mother or Dalilah.
I twisted the door handle and opened the door, only to find Leila holding Cindy standing in front of me.
Her eyes widen as she stared at my body, making me fight the smirk that itched to come out. I cleared my throat, getting her attention back to my face.
"S-Sorry...we keep meeting like this," she said, making me chuckle. "Here's Cindy," she said, handing her to me.
I took her and hugged her to my chest...the one that Leila couldn't seem to take her eyes off.
"Is that it?" I asked, cutting her from her staring.
"Umm...you said something about business, did something happen?"
"I'll tell you later when my father comes."
"Okay." She nodded and slowly walked away.
I closed the door and sat on the bed with Cindy on my lap. "Why do you hate me, Cin?"
She meowed and got out of my grasp, running away from me.
Great.