a new family

This would have been a very touching story if my father loved me. But it won’t be, because my father didn’t give a fuck about me. It had always hurt to see my father clean his guns over and over again yet not turning to ask how I was doing, not helping me clean my wounds, not caring at all for me.

So, I got used to it, I’m used to his indifference, and I try not to care anymore.

When I found myself gagged and kidnapped, then woke up in a beautiful place with gorgeous men who intended to use me to get something from my dad, I wondered how this would end. Even though I knew my father didn’t give a shit about me, a tiny light of hope was rekindled inside of me, maybe, just maybe my father cared. Even if it was a little.

I had been kidnapped by the Dos Santos brothers. Funny name. It was Spanish and it meant two saints but the brothers were three not two. Shouldn’t that be three saints Tres Santos?

Funny Are you wondering why a kidnapped girl isn’t having fearful thoughts? I’m wondering the same thing too. I’ve been here for three days, and haven’t taken a bath since I was kidnapped because I had been tied down.

My arm had been hurting badly since the second day. Carlos, Juan and Luis Dos Santos. Her kidnappers and the most gorgeous men Reyna had met in her whole life. Not like she had met that many men.

These brothers had threatened my dad that I would be raped if they didn’t get what they wanted. So today Juan made a video of me sexually assaulted by him. I have to admit that the guy is very good at what he does. Oh. It is not what it sounds like. The video was just a sham, I don’t know if it was real or not, but the lady in that video isn’t me even if she looks like she’s me. Juan is the computer lord.

The picture had been sent and we awaited my father’s response. Oh, my arms are beginning to sting.

We didn’t have to wait long.

“That bitch isn’t my daughter” Wait. Father didn’t buy their Sham?? “I disown her this minute” That hurt. But I should have guessed. At least he didn’t accuse me of opening my legs for them.

“Let me guess. The bitch opened her legs for you and asked you to take turns to fuck her? Do whatever you like to her, she’s no longer mine. Next time you take something of mine to make an exchange, take something valuable” Beep beep beep.

The room was silent for a full minute. “Now that’s one motherfucker”

Juan said.

“That’s it, I misread you” Carlos's cool voice uttered. “What?’ What did I miss?

“Your unbothered attitude, we thought it meant daddy was going to save me soon” I had to laugh at that. “You meant we were just wasting our time, Daddy won’t come.” The one named Louis explained.

I just shrugged. I hate talking about my dad.

“So, is it true? You’re not his?” I shrugged again. Rumors had it that my mom cheated, had me, birth to me then my dad finished her. I don’t know if it was true or not. I don’t care either.

“What exactly do you want from my dad?” The brothers looked at each other but didn’t answer.

Finally, Louis spoke up. “What do we do with her?” Juan gets up and leaves the room.

“You both can decide that. I was getting to learn that Juan was the youngest but very good with computers. Luis was the fighter, he looked like putting bullets in people was a hobby, he was all brawns and tattoos and no shirt.

Carlos was cool at the same time very hot. Always clothed. I hadn’t even seen anything lower than his neck. He called the shots. I turn to him.

“How about you start by untying me? I could be useful to you.” “You mean opening your legs and asking us to fuck you in turns?” Carlos spat. He looked mad. What did my father ever do to him?

“Calm down Carl.” I asked again. “What exactly do you guys want from my dad?” Louis angrily turned wrapped his hands around my throat and spoke.

“Your father took our history, our motivation, the only thing that keeps us moving. He took it away. And you’re so useless that you are not worth a collateral.”

“I could help, just untie me first”

“Kill her, she’s useless to us. Send her father the body” Carlos's cold voice filled the air as he walked out leaving me with Luis.

“You look like you’re smart, how can you help me?” I knew he was making a sexual proposition but I acted cool.

“How about you untie me first” I gave my best smile. He did. My arms felt like it had been held down for four days... because it had fucking been tied down for four days.

“Thank you, Louis,” Then Louis did something I never expected. He bent down until we were eye to eye and I could see his iris, they weren’t as dark as I thought them to be, they were blue and beautiful.

Then he said. “You say my name fine Rayna” “And you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life” Not that I’ve looked into many people’s eyeballs. He smiled.

Then I remembered. I tried to raise my hand to touch my hair but I had to scream because they hurt like fuck. “What do you want to do?’ He asked.

“Run your fingers through my hair” When he looked at me like I was mad I said. “Just do it. Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you,” Luis said, but he did it anyway. Then he found it.

I had taken the drive to spite my dad. I didn’t know I would be kidnapped by its owners. Father just looked too happy when he placed it inside his drawers. Couldn’t he ever look at me like that?

And just then, Luis looked at me just how I wanted my dad to look at me. There was so much happiness in his eyes and for the first time, I felt proud of myself.

And that’s how the three Dos Santos became four. Juan said my actions had made me worthy to be a saint.

Carlos and I never got along, that is until we did.