Chapter 7.
Natalia
When I wake, I wake to the sun on my face and the sound of birds outside my window. I stretch and smile, welcoming the day until I remember where I am and then the mortification of the night before hits me. Images of Joey’s hand and Sisco’s mouth between my legs in the limousine make my cheeks blush and I fling an arm over my face in embarrassment.
How am I going to face them all today?
How am I going to apologize to Dominic for what I let his brothers do to me?
Would he be angry with me?
With them?
I groan and roll over, facing the window, my eyes falling on a young girl of no more than ten sitting and drawing in a sketchpad in the chair by the window. Her auburn hair is in a short bob around her face and she tucks it behind her ears as she swings her legs.
“Hello?” I say, sitting up with surprise, my hair tumbling around my shoulders.
She turns to me, and I know immediately that she must be the sister that I had been told about. There’s no denying the relation to them. She has the same dimple as Joey, the same blue eyes as Dominic, and the same mischievous grin as Sisco.
“Hi.” She waves. “I’m Eva. You’re pretty.”
I hold the covers to my chest, realizing that I’m wearing only my underwear. My cheeks flame again at the realization that someone must have undressed me because I have no recollection of getting undressed. I can’t even remember arriving back at the mansion last night. After an orgasm that sent my pulse racing, I passed out in Sisco’s arms.
That’s the last thing I remember.
Mortification rolls through me.
“Thank you,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’m Natalia.”
Eva smiles. “I know, you’re my brother’s girlfriend.”
My heart skips a beat and I wonder which brother she’s referring to, because even I don’t know myself. I’m about to ask her who she thinks is my boyfriend when she jumps down from the chair and comes over to me with her pad and pencil.
“I drew you,” she says proudly, showing me the drawing. It’s actually pretty impressive for a ten-year-old.
“Wow, that’s very good, Eva.” I smile at her and her own smile grows bigger under my praise. “I should probably get dressed.”
She picks up her pad, her smile falling when she hears a cry coming from somewhere else in the house.
“I better go,” she says, rushing toward the door.
“Wait, what is that?”
It sounds pained, like an animal in distress.
“That’s my mom,” Eva says. She looks torn between wanting to stay and talk to me and wanting to go to her mom.
I look around the room, spotting a silk robe on the back of a chair, and decide to make a run for it. I slide on the robe and tie it tightly around my waist and go to her, holding out my hand.
“Do you want me to come with you, Eva?” I ask, my voice strong despite the screams growing louder.
She nods and takes my hand. Her large blue eyes staring up at me angelically. “Yes, please.”
She pulls me out the door and we head down the long hallway. Every step makes my knees knock as the screaming and wailing increases, but Eva seems pretty calm. Surely it can’t be so bad if she’s willing to go toward the noises, I tell myself.
The crying suddenly stops just as we pull up outside a wooden door, and I look to Eva nervously. I’m the grownup here, so I know I need to suck it up and keep calm, but that’s easier said than done. I push Eva a little behind me and crouch down to her.
“I’ll go first. If it’s not safe then you need to run and find your brothers, okay?” I say seriously.
