Chapter 3 - You're Not My Mother!

Brian's POV:

“Anna?!” The little bitch is hidden in Jon and Jon is looking with puzzled eyes from her to the roaring angel that I would so fuck right now.

“Shit….” The little bitch who’s way little right now in front of her. The beauty is inching with some inflamed stare and grimace at her like I’ve never seen in a woman, and grabs her by her right arm over Jon, like he doesn’t even exist there. She drags her on her feet and yanks her to stand straight in front of her.

“What’s the meaning of this?! HUH?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING STUDY NIGHT?! FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” She’s scanning Anna with her rabid stare and breathing from head to toes and back, turning her around and back, while the little bitch is panting and panicked. “What’s this Anna? What the fuck is this on you?!”

“I-I…. Sis… I…” Sis? So different…. He, he, he….

“DON’T YOU FUCKING STUMBLE! ANSWER THE QUESTION! I’M PAYING EVERYTHING FOR YOU! HARVARD! SPORTS CAR! MONEY! ALL! AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! FUCKING WITH THAT PIECE OF SHIT THAT I’LL SOON MURDER?! HUH?! FOR WHAT?! FOR THIS?!” She’s just ripped off her necklace throwing it aside, and Anna is losing it, becoming angry now. Wrong move, baby bitch…. I myself wouldn’t upset that Angel for how she is right now….

“YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER! I CAN’T STUDY LIKE YOU DID! I DON’T HAVE THE BRAINS FOR IT LIKE YOU DID! I WANT WHAT ANY NORMAL WOMAN WOULD WANT!” What? To be fucked and dumped? Ha-ha! Do you think Jon is in love with you? Ha-ha! No, he’s just playing with you for a while no matter how generous he is with you. Your sister is right to study. It lasts longer than Jon’s dick and comfort for you…. Stupid little kid….

Beauty Angel twists her head at her, digesting her words, taken aback, with a cut breathing, not believing what her sister has just said. No, you’ve heard it alright. There’s no confusion, baby. She said it. Jon is into Beauty Angel now, smirking. Watch it, Jon. I might fuck you if you don’t take that stare away from her. She’s mine. I’m bull staring at Jon who’s all eyes on her, checking her out, like the others are.

“What did you say?”

“You heard it!” Anna is confronting her stare while the men at the door have been standing up and now closing the door for privacy as I’ve motioned them with my head to do.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING WOMAN?! YOU’RE A FUCKING TEEN!” She yanks her hand at her to make a point with her eyes flickering in rage at her sister.

“I’M NOT A TEEN ANYMORE!” Well, I’m curious how this will end…. He, he, he….

“You’re not, huh? So, you’ve been fucking behind my back. You’re a woman now.” She’s bobbing her head, trembling in anger, staring at the floor, chewing from her cheek, and I’m in explosions to fuck her…. Man…. She’s so enticing…. She’s perfect…. Inside out…. Siblings but so damn different….

“Yes, I am!” She cocks her head at her sister who’s still thinking with her stare on the floor.

“One question, Anna.” She’s so damn pissed. Come on, baby…. Calm down…. You can’t control people no matter your good intentions…. She’s given to this side of the world…. You can see it in her fucking eyes and everything…. She’s a whore by nature…. Whereas you…. That’s another story…. Mmm…. I’m checking her out a millionth time, smirking, with a penetrating heated-up stare.

“Say.” She’s still confronting her with her all. No, the others are silent, witnessing this as I do. The main attraction is the angry beauty, not the little bitch.

“Is he the first one?” She still avoids raising her eyes, but she’s boiling. Though Anna is with some heavy makeup on her, her sister has none, and the one with none is a radiating beauty, and the other airs whore.

“No.” Straight answer.

“How many?” Same.

“That’s not your business, Stacey. I’m not a kid anymore.” Stacey…. We’ve got a name for the Beauty Angel…. He, he, he…. “I’m independent now, an adult.” Stacey is pressing something in her ear and looks aside, hurt to her core for her sister. Anna is in her cocky whore attitude at her.

“Yeah, Matt.” What? She’s having an earpiece…. Who are you, beautiful? She’s listening to whatever she’s being told and I’m assessing her once more.

She’s with a lion stance, noble everything, some mesmerizing ass and breasts under those clothes which fuck you instantly. When you look at Anna who’s barely dressed, you don’t have any fucking reaction, though she’s a perfect one, too, all in all, but suffers no comparison to her sister. She’s fade, yet her sister is like a brilliant rare diamond. “No, I don’t have a baby sister anymore. She’s an independent woman now. Say.”

Anna puffs in a bitch smile at her, like she’s above her sister. Stop dreaming, baby bitch…. You’re nothing. I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re nothing more than a bed time.

“He did?” She becomes calm and takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes. “Alright. Tell the boys to deal with his men. The main fucker is mine. I want it clean and done ASAP. I’m coming down in a few. Yeah. How many? No worries. I can deal with those if necessary. Call at HQ and tell them to hit the other side in five for a major warning. Yeah. No. I’m fine, fucker! I’ll deal with her and everything will be fucking freed off my fucking chest! Send me the field images! Yeah, all! I’m not one to get dizzy like you do with them! Shut the fuck up! I don’t give a fuck on the owner of the club! If it gets messy, it gets messy! We’ll deal with it after! He’s shit in front of me whoever the fuck he is!”

Well, the owner is right here, at your right, honey…. Ha-ha! Man! She’s something…. And she’s so intimidating this little baby Stacey…. Well, she did beat eight sturdy and well-trained bodyguards…. You wouldn’t say she’s capable of that…. Wonder who’s the target….

Anna is with a perplexed stare and grimace at her sister, not understanding any of it. She seems to not know her sister like this. Stacey is tilting her disappointed stare at her sister, keeping it for a few seconds, releasing a prolonged sigh, chewing from her delicious cheek.

“I’m not your mother. But I’ve raised you on my own since you were eight. For the last eleven years, I’ve been bearing you on my back, sacrificing my life for you when our parents died. I was your age, 19, when I took full guardianship over your ass, and made sure you wouldn’t lack anything. I gave you everything fit for a fucking princess to make you a fucking queen at the right age. But you are choosing this.” She’s motioning her head at Jon. “A rich fucker who probably fucked the shit out of you like a fucking whore or will if he didn’t yet. Fine. You’re a woman now. Alright. You’re independent. Fine, too. He can take care of you from now on. My job is done. Give me your purse.” She’s motioning her right hand at her to give her purse.

“What do you need my purse for?” She’s affected, but still strong on her position. Stacey is undergoing an iced grimace and stare, like breaking the chains on her.

“Give me your fucking purse! Now!” Anna’s trembling in front of her as she’s yelling with an intimidating stare. She’s tripping to get her purse and give it to her.