(TW: Speeding, Violence)
When Valentina came into Vincents room
Vincent's POV
"Go back and try that again" I say as my baby sister barges into my room.
I was trying hard not to smile.
"Can I come in dearest brother Vincent" She says innocently while knocking.
"Enter" I say failing to conceal my amusement.
"What did you need Valentina" I say continuing to get ready.
"Well my dear brother, I have a couple of questions" She says attempting to sound tough.
I nod my head not bothering to speak. This should be interesting.
"Do you think that snails can get high?" She says with a straight face.
Is she serious-
Seriously what am I gonna do with this girl.
"Get out my room Valentina" I say struggling to keep myself from laughing.
After she says she was playing, I tell her that she needs to hurry up because I needed to go to work. If Father knew that I was late to this meeting, he'd have my head.
"Where ya heading?" She asks curiously.
Now I can answer truthfully or I could lie. One thing about me is, that I hate liars. So I'm not gonna lie completely. Just twisting the truth a bit for her safety.
"Work" I answer truthfully.
"Where do you work" She asks being nosy.
"I work second in command to father, we own Casinos, Hotels, Bars, and Clubs" I wasn't lying. We do own all those places, but as a cover.
"Can I come?" She asks excitedly.
Nope. No way. Never.
I will not intentionally put my little sister in danger like that. Ever.
Her accompanying me to work would put her in immediate danger. I may not be able to protect her, but Valentina being Valentina, I doubt that she would even need my help in protecting herself.
"No" I say strictly, shutting off any room for argument.
After I say my goodbyes to her, I head downstairs to say bye to Father.
"Goodbye Father" I say once I get downstairs.
"Alright Vincent, the others should already be there once you arrive" Father says.
"Alright. What are you and Valentina gonna do today?" I ask checking my watch.
"I'm just going to take her shopping for the things she needs" Father explains.
I just nod my head.
"Alright Father, I'm going to head out now" I say grabbing my keys.
"Ok son, you know what to do right? I don't want anything going wrong you hear me?" Father warns.
"Yes" I say walking out the house.
Honestly, I love Father and all but I hate it when he does that. I've been training for this my whole life. I literally don't have a childhood due to the fact that I trained every single day, and he still doesn't think I'm capable to conducting things myself.
I start speeding to our base to relive my stress.
Speeding made me feel like I was floating, it calmed all my nerves. The wind running through my hair gave me a euphoric feeling.
YOU ARE READING
Their Final Piece
Teen Fiction" What do you mean, I don't have any brothers. And how could my 'father' take custody of me if he literally just died in that crash ?" I say confusingly. " He wasn't your biological father. " the social worker says looking me dead in the eye. I jus...
