The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers

"Who's she?"

The harpy.....sorry, the girl asked Mark as she eyed me from head to toe and made a disgusted face.

Of course, she won't be praising my simple and makeup-free look. In her eyes, I'm the typical ugly and old fashioned girl.

Who cared!

"No one important."

Ouch!

I knew that Mark was not really that happy about my presence in his family and house but I was slowly realizing that he almost despised my existence.

I would be lying if I said that his harsh words were not affecting me at all. However, I made sure to not show my feelings on my face.

I gave the harpy one of my judging looks as I took in her appearance from her head to toe and then I just settled down in my seat with my hands folded in front of my chest as I looked out from the window.

I didn't even need to look at her to know that she was definitely pissed by what I just did. My act made her feel like there was nothing interesting in her and this didn't sit right with her ego.

However, what surprised me the most was the lightest twitch on Mark's lips that I caught in the mirror.

I just shrugged my shoulders and relaxed in my seat. I would be alright until someone decided to mess with me.

Thankfully the blonde just huffed and decided to ignore me in return.

After ten minutes, Mark finally parked the car in a dark alley. I didn't need someone to tell me that it was finally the time to leave the car.

As I came out, the silence that was engulfing the alley started creeping me out. Not even a single soul was lurking there except the three of us.

Only a bike and another small old looking were parked there. The alley was giving me the vibes of those dark streets from movies and dramas where an alone girl would be passing and suddenly some serial killer would appear there to either kidnap her or murder her.

There was a small staircase leading to a small door, probably the back door of the three-storey building that was standing on our right.

Mark started walking towards the staircase with the harpy and me following behind him.

We entered into a storage kind of room and then a hall with many rooms on either side.

I kept following behind Mark with my eyes curiously trying to grasp as much detail about the place as they could.

We climbed the stairs and I finally got to see some people as they either passed us on our way or were standing in the halls talking with each other.

I noticed that almost all of them nodded at Mark while passing me curious glances. I immediately looked down to avoid the stares that were aimed at me.

The three of us stopped in front of a door and Mark finally turned around to look at me.

"I'm going upstairs to take care of some important work. This is a private room. Stay here and don't even dare to step out of until I'm back. If you need anything then tell it to the bodyguard standing outside your door. Understood?"

His voice was deep and commanding. Moreover, he also took off his glasses to give me his cold glare.

It didn't take me much time to hurriedly nod my head as I replied, "Yes."

A man in a black suit and dark glasses opened the door. I gave Mark and the smiling harpy a last look before entering the room.

The door closed behind me as my eyes took in the sight that was in front of me.

There was a sofa set placed in front of a big aquarium. There was a coffee table with a beautiful vase placed in its center.

The walls were defeated by paintings and murals. Other than this the entire room was empty.

I walked towards the sofas and sat down there comfortably.

Barely two minutes later, the door of the room opened and the bodyguard entered with a tray in his hands.

He just placed the tray on the table and left the room without speaking a single word.

There was a glass of orange juice, a packet of chips, and a pack of tissue paper in the tray.

Looked like I was destined to get bored. A sigh left my lips as I adjusted in my seat in a more comfortable position.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I heard voices coming from behind the closed door.

It took me a few seconds that there were people talking in high voices, probably shouting.

However, even before I could move, the door flew open with a bang, making me recoil in my seat.

"....stop lying..."

A boy in his late teens entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks as his cold icy blue gaze landed on me.

His long silver hair was tied in a high ponytail and he was wearing a black suit. A simple but an entire inch long earing was dangling from his left ear.

After my eyes finally took in his ethereal appearance, I noticed the two burly men behind him who were holding the bodyguard in their tight grip.

My shocked eyes returned at the silver hair dude. He also looked more collected as his shock had resided.

"Who are you?"

His deep velvety voice entered my ears as he walked a few more steps into the room.

Before my mind could even register his question, the bodyguard spoke up as he tried to get free from the tight grip of the two burly men.

"She's a guest of the Alessandro's. Please, Master Sullivan, don't include outside members in your and Masters' personal matters."

A gasp left my lips as the silver hair boy slapped the bodyguard with a huge force.

"I'm not talking to you. Get him out of here and make sure that no one disturbs us."

He ordered the two burly men who immediately dragged the bodyguard out of the room, closing the door shut behind them.