Chapter 69: The evil within us

Point of view: Christopher Sinclair

I slam the glass of whiskey against the wall angrily.

“They just had to get the information and bring the Italian princess here, but these incompetents couldn't even do it”, I shout to my father.

He is in mourning, still angry about Silas's death, about the loss of a son.

My older brother, on the other hand, hides the satisfaction in his eyes.

I know he sees the situation in a broader way.

Henri is cold and calculating, he always saw us as problems to solve and Silas' death was as if one less person threatened him.

“Get a grip,” he orders me and I shoot him an angry look.

“Like when we're surrounded by useless people who can't even hit an elephant in front of them,” I shout, throwing myself back onto the couch.

My father simply listens to us attentively.

“I want that bitch arrested, I want her handed over and begging our forgiveness, begging for death for what she did to my son” my father says angrily.

“What about Edgar?” Henri asks, not liking loose ends.

“He can tell Valentini whatever he wants, our plan is already going far enough and no one will stand in our way” my father says with a dark smile “But we won't leave until I have my revenge”.

I smile knowing he will get what he wants.

“First we need a safe house away from the city, when everything is really resolved I will bring Elena Valentini to you myself” I say with venom in my words.

There's a knock on the door and it doesn't take a genius to know it's Silas' bitch. Eloisa has been staying here since my brother died.

It didn't take long for her to become Henri's toy, not that I mind.

“Come in, darling” Henri says sarcastically.

Eloisa enters with her eyes downcast, I see scars on her arms and also some fresh bruises on her neck.

“I want to be part of this,” she tells us entering the office.

“And you think you can take care of your family?” I ask with a straight face.

Eloisa is a snake and we all know that, I know the manipulations she did to Elena throughout her life.

She is the devil incarnate, but what she doesn't know or doesn't want to realize is that we will always be one step ahead of her.

“They’re not my family,” she growls irritably.

“We are planning how we are going to kidnap Elena” Henri says evaluating his girlfriend.

"Why? This bitch should die and not stay here" his words drip with hate.

I needed my hands so busy that I didn't realize I was close to her until I heard a painful moan.

My fingers are in her hair, pulling mercilessly, I see tears in her eyes, but she doesn't fight.

“This is the last time I'm going to warn you, if you come between me and Elena again I'll put you on a leash in the yard” I threaten and see her looking at Henri who doesn't bother to acknowledge her existence.

Eloisa tries to nod and throws her on the floor towards the closet without worrying about hurting her.

“Come here” Henri orders as we see her trying to recover.

Blood drips from her forehead where she hit it when she fell, but I don't care.

She sits next to Henri who holds her face and analyzes her cut, he brings his hand closer and Eloisa flinches.

I see his face contort in pain as he puts pressure on the wound.

“You are very clumsy, dear” Henri scolds her and I see her look down.

“I’m sorry” she says scared.

My brother's dominance over her is enviable, I have to admit that I can't wait to have Elena under my control.

“As I was saying, we are going to kidnap Elena, we need to do that before we leave permanently” I say, returning to the important matters.

"Why don't you make her turn herself in of her own free will?" Eloisa asks, looking at me.

I analyze her and a part of me is amused by her lack of self-care, I just spilled her blood and here she is looking at me like nothing happened.

“This would have to be done in a way that didn't give her time to organize a plan” My father says considering the bitch's idea.

“Leave it to me, I'm going to bring Elena here to pay for her sins and after destroying her I'm going to mold her into my perfect doll” I say and I don't hide the sparkle in my eyes.

I once tried to be good to Elena, I would give her the world, make her my fucking queen, but she left me for that shitty Russian.

Well now she will be my whore and live with a leash attached to a bed.

Elena Valentini will be mine and it's just a matter of time.

POV: Eloisa

My forehead aches and I feel the cut throbbing.

I'm in the living room scrolling through my phone, but all I can think about is a way to get revenge on Chris.

I know that being in the Sinclair house makes me nothing more than a toy in Henri's hands, but I also know it's a means to an end.

All I need to do is wait for Elena to arrive at this house and then I'll get rid of Chris and my sister once and for all.

Henri and his father will be next, which will make me the head of the American mafia.

You just need to hold on a little longer.

I repeat this in my mind like a mantra.

Henri enters the room and goes straight to the bar in the corner, fills his glass with whiskey as he always does and turns to me.

I imagine myself poisoning his drink.

When I arrived here after Silas's death, he dragged me into his room and told me that if I wanted a future in that house, I would have to be his prostitute.

I allowed him to use me, to mark my body as his.

I couldn't lose what I had worked so hard for, and if that was the price, I was willing to pay it.

When he finished, he threw me out of the room, still naked and covered in marks and blood.

I went into the room I shared with Silas and refused to cry. That's only for the weak.

It didn't take me long to learn how to please Henri, to become his submissive bitch.

And when my plan starts to work, I'll drug his drink and slowly cut his throat.

"Go to bed," he orders coldly.

I drop the phone and obey. My blood boils with rage, but I swallow my tears and leave the room.

Upon entering the room, I take off my clothes and lie down on the bed. Henri takes almost half an hour to come in.

He doesn't speak, but I hear him calmly unbuttoning his clothes.

Only when the mattress sinks do I feel him penetrating me mercilessly.

He likes it, only he receives the pleasure, I have no right to anything.

When he finishes, I'm sore and my scalp aches from pulling my hair so much.

"Get out," he orders, and I obey without showing weakness.

Everyone here knows that I only want protection and luxury, I've never hidden that. What they don't know is how far I'm willing to go to get what I want.

But soon everyone will find out, everyone will know who to fear.