Marcus watched as Louis stepped out, amazed by Deigo's rules and thoughts that ran through his mind.
"What you are doing is—"
Deigo cuts him off, walking past him and heading out.
Deigo could feel Marcus's steps walking behind him, yet he chose to act oblivious, not ready to entertain his friend's protest.
He wanted to walk up and get a fresh shower before calling it a day.
"Why is my home monitor not installed?" Deigo asked.
Marcus scoffs, "Did you ask for it? You know, in here we only play by Master Deigo Blackwood's rules, and if he doesn't give an order, it is not implemented," sarcasm lasing in his tune.
"That's it, fuck of Marcus... Get out of my house," he fires, sending him a glare.
Marcus smirks, "I was leaving anyway; I hope you're not being an asshole and face your shit."
He saluted before walking off.
Deigo shakes his head at his childishness. The way Marcus plays around in serious and not-too-serious ways is alarming, and it's almost like he has zero worries, but he also has his family's crap to worry about.
His fucked-up father that has drinking and gambling habits has them at the end loose till Marcus decided to top up his game and be the leader of the house.
He has a sister, Amelia.
Their mother is late.
Later that night, Deigo needed to clear his mind.
He slipped out into the night, taking a deep breath.
The cool air refreshed him.
He walked aimlessly, his thoughts unraveling. It reminded him of how Sophia loves long walks; it brings her serenity and peace.
They'd take long night walks talking about everything and nothing.
She mostly does the talking; she's the talkative, and he has the listening ears. He loves to her rent and complains about work and any worker or business partner that plays funny games. Deigo would have him sacked the next day without Sophia even knowing.
The painful memories haunted him.
Eventually, he found himself at a local bar.
Deigo pushed open the door, stepping inside.
The dim lighting and smooth music enveloped him.
Scanning the room, Deigo spotted one of the men harassing a girl, his brows furrowing in confusion.
The figure looked oddly familiar; it was too hard to ignore, so he decided to see who was going on.
Deigo's eyes narrowed.
He strode over, his presence commanding attention.
"Leave her alone," Deigo ordered.
The burly man sneered.
"Mind your own business, asshole! Who the hell do you think you are?."
Deigo's eyes flashed.
"You wouldn't want to," Deigo warns, rubbing as the man rubs on his knuckles.
The man's smirk vanished.
Suddenly, the girl looked up.
"Deigo!" she exclaimed.
Amelia, Marcus's sister, looked like she was caught in the act even though she was.
She looked too surprised to see him.
Deigo's surprise turned to concern.
"What are you doing here?"
Her eyes sparkled.
"I am here with a friend."
Deigo's gaze returned to the man, ignoring her answer.
"Apologize," Deigo growled.
The hesitated.
Deigo's fist clenched.
"Apologize, or face the consequences."
The man seemed mortified at the tune and appearance of Deigo, so he muttered an apology.
Deigo's anger boiled over.
"Not good enough."
With swift precision, Deigo took the man down.
Amelia watched, impressed.
"Thanks." She states awkwardly
Deigo narrows his stare arm at her outside the bar.
He is well aware that Marcus doesn't know about her whereabouts because if he did, he wouldn't find it funny.
Amelia is still in college, and Marcus wants her to focus on her studies and not be involved in funny acts, which include getting caught at a bar.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He fires angrily, cutting her off guard.
She shrieks in fear, which soon changes as she feigns confidence. "I am old enough—"
He caught her off.
Deigo's expression turned stern as he cut her off.
"What were you thinking?" Deigo scolded.
She rolled her eyes.
"I can handle myself, Deigo."
Deigo's voice was firm.
"You're too... to be in places like this."
Her eyes flashed.
"It's none of your concern, Deigo."
Deigo's grip on her arm tightened.
"It is my concern," he growled. "You're Marcus's sister. That makes you family."
She tried to shrug him off.
"Let go, Deigo."
But Deigo pinned her to the wall.
His voice dropped to a low, husky tone.
"Listen to me. You're playing with fire. These places aren't safe for someone like you."
Her eyes blazed.
"Someone like me?" she repeated.
Deigo's face inches from hers.
"Innocent. Naive. Beautiful." He muttered, getting turned on by the way her breast clashed with his chest.
He could feel her bare.
He curses, huffing out a breath, knowing having insane thoughts like this about his best friend's baby sister is absurd and forbidden, but Amelia is a fine ass woman.
The last time he saw her was two years ago. She had changed so much and got rid of the braces that made her look nerdy.
Her breath caught.
Deigo's gaze held hers.
"Stay away from places like this. For your own good."
Her voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay."
He could feel the fear in her tune, making his heart pang in displeasure. He shouldn't be making her feel this way, but she had left him with no other choice.
Marcus would have her head for dinner if he were to find out that she was almost molested by a man for being irresponsible.
Deigo's eyes narrowed.
"Understood!?"
She nodded, and he didn't miss the tears that had accumulated at the brim of her eyes.
"Use words." He orders.
Her lips quivered, which took every nerve in him not to have a taste of them; it would be disastrous.
Deigo released her.
The tension between them was palpable.
He could feel his bulge harden as he peeled back, his eyes shifting to her perky nipples.
He gulped down a lump, taking his stare off.
He hailed a cab for her making sure she was tugged in before he let her go.
He stood, his gaze lingering on the retrieving car.
Her proximity stirred something more.
Something Deigo couldn't ignore, but he knew deep down she was a no-go area. Marcus would have him buried six inches underground if he figured he was having dirty thoughts about his sister.
She is a forbidden fruit.