"She's agreed to the plan," Black said over the phone. "Doctor Fiore is on his way to your place. He will introduce her to your parents." With that, I hung up the phone.
I slid the books aside and entered the PIN to unlock the safe, hidden within the bookshelf. Just as I reached inside, my phone vibrated in my pocket. A call had come in.
I glanced at it, realizing it was from my biological brother. "What have you been up to?" I shot at him immediately. I answered the call.
"Clubbing and dealing with some New York mafia families," Adam answered, and I scoffed.
"Be careful there in America..." I warned. "And when the hell are you planning on returning?" I questioned my twenty-six-year-old brother, who had refused to be adopted while we were kids at the orphanage home.
"My flight is in four days." He answered, and I huffed.
"Bet when you're back here, I'm gonna have you grounded and stop you from dealing with drugs because you're going overboard with traveling to Sicily to make a stupid deal with some New York families who might get you killed, leaving no evidence," I stated, concerned.
As unconcerned as I am, I don't joke with my brother. We have been through a lot of shit over the past years when we lost our parents, and I, as the elder brother, have been a weak ass going through a psychological disorder and shit. Adam was the only person who had stood by me, even though he was only eight then.
I had built my drug business without my parents' knowledge because I didn't want to rely on their fortune. When I finally succeeded in the mafia world, I was determined to protect my brother, who was the one person in the world I couldn't bear to lose, and not in a foreign, messed-up land like New York, where I had many enemies looking for a weakness that could pull me down.
"You are making me reconsider moving back." Adam teased, seeming to be aware that I meant every damn word I had told him.
"If you don't return in four days, I'm gonna have my men bring you myself." I threatened.
"Mi stai facendo paura." He said with a laugh, and I smirked at how he always says ' I'm scaring him' whenever I activate my elder brother mode. "I need your help about a lady whom---"
"Let's talk in person if you wanna talk to me about a lady." I cut in, ending the call even before he could say a word.
Well, damn, people called Adam!
Why are they so all about ladies? I cussed internally, remembering the story Mrs. Stone, my adoptive mother, always tells the young me and Ginevra about how Adam got misled by a woman, and that's what always happens to my Adam brother!
"Sullivan!" Gin called from the hallway. I could hear her approaching footsteps as I put my phone inside the safe and locked it.
I arranged the books that covered the safe, and Gin walked in.
"Mum wants you downstairs." She told me, and I turned to look at her autistically. "The lady who is said to serve you is downstairs. You need to meet her." She added, and I made a smug smile, which she didn't notice.
I walked with my sister to the living room and had my seat beside her while my mum stopped the conversation she was having with Doctor Fiore, an ally of mine.
"Dear." She called with her warm motherly smile, which always had me smile back reflexively. "Here is Micah." She pointed at a lady, and I raised my head at the said 'Micah, quirking my mouth on both sides as I raised my ever so gentle face. "She will be your assistant and will be serving you henceforth."
My eyes met with the eyeballs I rarely see; they were green, looking furiously at me. Her red curly hair was packed into a ponytail, and her curvy body had me hard already.
"Introduce yourself." Doctor Fiore muttered to her, while my eyes danced around her, unable to keep a stable glance at her.
The green-eyed lady with fabulous red hair looked adamant at first, and I could tell she was just as stubborn as Black had said.
"I'm Micah." She pronounced hostilely, her stare tightening on me as if trying not to glare at me. "Your assistant." One could feel her sarcastic reply, and I would be smirking right now, but instead, I'm busy dancing my eyeballs around the living room.
"Please treat my brother well." Ginevra got on her feet. "With respect. He's older than you." She added, seeming to have noticed how rude the redhead girl was towards me, and it does seem as though Micah just got recorded in Gin's bad book.
My little sister walked away, unable to keep up with Micah's attitude, and my mother smiled, glancing at Micah. "Sorry about that." She apologized with a smile. "I hope you two get along." She smiled warmly at Micah, who faked a smile in response.
"I'd be on my way." Doctor Fiore rose to his feet, and my mother escorted him out of the room. The green-eyed lady remained seated on the couch, her piercing gaze fixed on me, and I tried not to meet her eyes.
When I heard my mother and the doctor had exited through the door. My eyes slowly met with Micah's green orb, and she looked at me in surprise. But she was in for more surprises.
"Follow me," I commanded, strictly wanting to introduce her to my ROP, the Room of Pleasure. I bought her to be my submissive after all.
