Rosalyn's P.O.V.
After the wierd dinner I went to my room and tried to think what could have made them so mad.
Isn't that obvious Rosalyn? They were J-E-A-L-O-U-S..
Whatt have you gone crazy?! They are my step brother and step father?!
Didn't stop your from watching him pleasure himself..
No I was stuck okay... There is a difference between watching and being stuck..
Whatever helps you sleep at night..
Ughh why am I even talking to you..
I mentally face palmed myself realising that I have been talking to myself for the last 30 minutes.
I think I should talk to Rosario..
Yess....I need to .... otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight....
With that thought in mind I stood up from my bed as I rolled my eyes at the reflection of me wearing Lolita nightwear.... It basically consists of a bra like lacy top which had Lolita written on it and lacy shorts that were high waist but came up to my mid thigh...My mom bought it for my 16th birthday. It is bright pink in colour. I quickly slid on the short robe that came with it and slid my feets in my velvet flip flops and made my way outside.
I wrapped my hands around me feeling cold. Coming to the black door I blushed remembering what I saw the last time I was here.
I don't remember but this must be his room. I nodded to myself and raised my hands and knocked on the door thrice before letting my fist fall. I waited for sometime but no one answered the door. I realized he must have been of to bed so I started making my way to my bedroom.
That's when I heard pained whimpers from the other side of the door.
"Rosario are you okay?"
I got no answer and instead heard someone moaning in pain.
Without a second thought I opened the door and the first thing I realized was that it wasn't Rosario's room. This room was in dark brown and cream contrast. There was a window pane on the far left and a mini bar with some glasses of whiskey still kept on the table telling me someone has been drinking.
There was a huge O-LED tv on a false wall and there was brown leather couch facing away the bed. There was a huge four poster bed in the middle of room and on it I could see a huge back of a man squirming and moaning in pain. I quickly made my way towards who I assumed was Mr. Delarosa and sat down next to him and tried waking him up from what I believe must be a bad dream as I felt him radiate intense sadness, helplessness and agony.
"Mr. Delarosa it's okay...shhh...you are okay it's just a dream...."
I told him while running my hands on his shoulder blades to calm him down. Loving the feel of his strong shoulder under my finger.
Now is not the time Rosalyn.
I tried shaking him awake and after sometime I shreaked in pain as I felt him gripping my hand in a painful grip.
He looked up from his pillows as his bloodshot eyes met mine and for a second I regretted coming here when I felt his intense rage hit me like gust of wind.
He looked angry but as his eyes met mine...his expression softened.
Then he lifted me up in his strong hands making me squeal as he dragged me to the middle of the bed, my back against the brown headboard as Mr. Delarosa wrapped his hands around my waist and buried his head in my lap making me squirm.
"Stop squirming"
He ordered me making me freeze as I tried to relax on the bed and rested my head back on the headboard. My hand found its way in his soft silky hair. It was my habit to run my hands through anyone's hair. Jasper loved it when I did that. I heard him sigh and relax his grip on my waist. His taut back muscles relaxed and I knew that he loved the gesture as he radiated satisfaction and contented feeling in swirls.
Never had I ever thought that I would get a chance to run my hands through his silky black hair and that we would ever be this intimate but this was anything but sexual.
He was drunk because I don't think he would ever do this in his right mind.
I kept running my hands through his hair and after sometime I heard him snore. Not wanting to wake him up. I got as comfortable I could and tried to sleep but there were still too many questions going in my mind.
That's when I noticed his back that was illuminated by the moonlight. Scars littered around his back and there was a beautiful tattoo of a big rose with small roses around it but as I looked closely, I noticed that it was actually covering a scars made in a same way as all of them. It was a huge A sign. Some were burn marks and some were simply knife markings and some looked different and I couldn't understand what were they.
The last thought in my mind was who must have done that before I fell in a deep sleep whilst Mr. Delarosa who supposedly worked alongside Italian mafia held on to my waist like a baby.
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I woke up to the sound of shower going on as now in light I could see the glass partition and the steam on the blur glass as I watched a man shower. I watched him whilst sitting up. I vaguely saw him look back before standing in front of the partition and it looked as if he was staring at me intensely and radiating intense arousal and frustration at the same time.
That's when I realized it wasn't a dream and that I wasn't in my room.
I sat up abruptly and looked down and saw that my cleavage was on display and my robe was doing nothing to hide my decency as I half sat and half lyed in the middle of an unknown four poster bed.
That's when last night came crashing down on me as I quickly scrambled out of the bed and practically ran out of the room as I ignored the man who was still staring at me intensely. I could feel his burning stare as I made my way out. It was only when I shut the door to my room that I felt safe.
I buried my face in my hands as I screamed in frustration but it didn't last long as I noticed the time and realized that I had barely any time to get ready.
I quickly made my way towards my closet as I took out my favourite ripped high waist jean skirt, my favourite short white t-shirt with an open back that hugged my curves perfectly and my white sneakers because as I said I cannot wear high heels to school and I basically can't understand how can everyone wear high heels to school without getting cramps later. I applied some mascara and lip gloss hurriedly because I was really out of time and I quickly made my way towards the dinning room. As soon as I walked in I saw Rosario sitting on his desingnated seat. I realized that he was ignoring me so I didn't acknowledge him either and sat on my seat and I started eating my food all the while ignoring the warmth he was radiating.
I saw Linda and I passed her warm smile which she returned promptly as she stood next to Rosario waiting for him to get of his phone. He was weaing a pewter coloured shirt and black jeans today and he as usual looked hot in it.
"What can I do for you Linda"
I heard Rosario ask her in fake chivalry that made me roll my eyes at him but he wasn't even looking at me.
"Master Rosario, Mr. Delarosa told me to tell you that he can't go to office today since he is not feeling well. He said that there was something important regarding the Dhaka shipment and that you will get the other details from Dante."
This made my ears perk.
Was that why he was moaning last night.
I saw Rosario frown but nod at Linda in acknowledgement before he dismissed her with a wave of hand. He glanced towards me but I ignored him and paid attention solely to the pancakes and scrambled eggs in front of me.
From the peripheral of my vision I saw him narrow his eyes whilst looking at something on my neck as his lips upturned in a disgusted snarl and he radiated white hot jealousy, making me frown but I didn't had time to think much as he made his way towards me and gripped my arms in a tight grip and yanked me of my seat making me shreak in surprise and partly in pain as he started dragging me to the stairs.
"ROSARIO?! What the fuck are you doing?!"
But he didn't answer me as he kept looking ahead and kept dragging me upstairs making me stumble on the steps but he didn't seem to care as he kept up his pace.
"Rosario! You are hurting me "
I felt his grip loosen and he slowed down a bit but he still kept dragging me. Soon we were in front of his room but I had enough so I quickly pulled his face towards me taking him by shock and slapped him hard.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!"
He looked at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth while he felt extremely shocked by my actions, and another time I would have been laughing at him but his expression quickly changed as his lips upturned in a snarl and he dragged me to the vanity of his room and that's when I noticed it.
"Who the hell gave that to you?! Where were you last night? Who did you bring home?"
But I couldn't make out what he was saying. My mind was going Haywire with the thought that how in the burning hell did I get that hickey on my neck.
"I- Rosario-I seriously don't know how I got that... I swear"
I told him he looked at my face closely and once satisfied he started mumbling something under his breath before turning me around and looking at me closely. Our close proximity made my cheeks burn.
"I swear whoever the fuck did this I will kill him. Tell me where were you wandering last night bambino"
He asked me softly while cupping my face in his hands.
Shitt I can't tell him..
"I uhh actually was looking for you because you looked mad ....at me but I ended up at Mr. Delarosa's room and I heard him moaning in pain ....I thought he was dreaming so I tried waking him up but uhh I uhh think he was drunk because he uhh made me you know sleep with him.... I mean not sleep since I was sitting but he just was sleeping with his head on my lap and I didn't move because he told me not to"
When I looked up for his reaction he looked terrified and that was not the type of reaction I ever expected from any of the Delarosa men. He was radiating intense terror which made me frown.
Rosario's P.O.V.
When I saw the hickey on my bambino's neck it was like all I could see was red. I have never been this angry but all of it vanished when she told me what happened last name night.
Flashback
I heard the sound of someone moaning and it woke me up. I raised my head from the couch of the west wing's hall and saw dad squirming and moaning in pain. I didn't knew why but I saw one of the whores wake him up.
"Mr. Delarosa? Are you okay"
I saw him wake up and look around as I pretended that I was sleeping wanting to know how this would turn out. I saw him nodding towards her before stalking off and leaving.
I could tell he was pissed with his tait back muscles and clenched fists.
After 2 days
The whore had gone missing and I knew where she could be at this moment. Silently I made my way towards the basement and that's when I heard it.
"- you remind me just of her"
And then there was a loud scream cut of by a gun shot. I hurriedly hid myself as I saw father walking away covered in blood which meant he had been torturing someone.
When he left, I quickly went round the corner and found the same whore from that night, dead while she was skinned alive and her eyes were gouged out and there was a pile of ashes in front of her that I could assume were her intestines and I knew that day and that father has a dark past and he would kill anyone if they get the whiff of it.
And right now after a long time.... I was scared shitless, because I have absolutely no idea what would he do to our tesoro.