Maximo

Samantha

Santino hangs up even before Ethan can say anything. Something drops on my palm and when I glance to see what it is, it happens to be a tear, I didn't even know that I was crying. 

I hate this man with a passion. He has ruined my life even though I know I am to blame, I just find it easier to blame others instead of myself. 

 Out of rage, I grab the nearest folk and I fly in his direction. I don't care where my body will land, as long as I stub Santino with the folk.

I aimed for his heart, I am almost there, and he decides to do something unexpected. For someone that big, he is quick on his feet. He swiftly moves out of the way and I hit the ground with a loud thud. 

I groan in pain and massage my scraped arm. He laughs out loud. That is the most I have heard him laugh, like ever. It sounds more devilish than anything.  

I scream to no one in particular. The fall has left me with a nasty cut. I know that is going to leave a scar, but I don't care. I stand up and lung at him once more. I am screaming bloody murder, he easily snatches the fork from my hands and grabs my hands in a vice grip. That surely hurts like a bitch, he slowly begins to squeeze, making me shut my amber eyes tightly before opening them.  

“ It's pointless, don't waste your energy like that.” For someone who is just from getting attacked, he is surely calm.

I fidget out of his grip, and he holds me tighter, which only makes my hands hurt even more. I stay silent in his painful grip, but the tears keep pouring from my eyes.

He holds me close to his sext body, I can feel every outline of his perfect hard chest. I try not to overthink it. I am in a bad situation, more like in pain. 

“ You must really not like your fingers.” 

I feel my body hitch. How could I have forgotten about his warning?

I must be the most stupid girl ever. I spit out on his perfect white t-shirt, which only makes him angrier. His face remains awfully calm, and that frightens me more

“Don't make me do this, Samantha, please. I don't want to be a bad person. But you keep pushing me to be bad.”

“ Keeping me here against my will makes you bad, Santino!!” I scream.

“ Your brother left me with no choice.” Is his simple reply.

I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5.  

He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. 

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything  

“ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?” 

The two look so alike yet so different. There is no doubt that they are twin brothers. While Santino has blond hair, Maximo has smokey gray hair. They are both littered in tattoos, I can see it from their neck all the way up to their wrists. 

Maximo however has a more rugged look, while Santino is a suit and tie type of man who is most likely a clean freak. They both ooze so much danger, my instinct is telling me to run for my life. It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. 

“ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat.

He fixes me with a bored look. 

“ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there. 

A dragon? What does he mean, a dragon?

His eyes narrow into slits and I blink a few times. Did I just see right, his eyes were okay moments ago, and now they look so much like that of a cat? I rub my eyes and when I open them once more only to find Maximo standing in front of me. 

I take a step back and he smirks. 

“ I hate her, let me just burn her alive, and we will tell her brother she is still alive, when he delivers the stone we will kill him too for messing with us.” His plan is the most evil  

“ My brother is not dumb!” I voice out and Santino continues to fix me with his bored look. He isn't just amazed by whatever I am saying except for the little tantrum I am from throwing  

“ But he was dumb enough to steal from us?” Santino asks, almost scoffing, whereas his brother puffs out the smoke from his Gurkha cigar in my face. 

I hate him too. 

He looks at me with a cocky smirk, daring me to cough. I hold it inside, clamping my mouth shut.

“ Just as I thought,” Maximo muses with a hug smirk on his face. 

“ My brother isn't dumb,” I repeat, my jaw clenched hard. 

Maximo grabs my neck hard, bringing me closer to his body. His body heat is so high that my lungs hurt when I breathe in. 

In an instant, Santino moves closer to me and positions himself behind me. His front firmly presses against my back. The men easily sandwich me between their bodies. My cheeks heat up, I have never been sandwiched before, especially by men so fucking hot! 

What the fuck?! 

I place my hands on Maximo’s chest and I cry out instantly. I am shocked to say the least, cause doesn't his palm burn my neck? 

Maximo is like a heater while Santino is as cold as ice, together they create the perfect balance of hot and cold like yin and yang. 

If any of them weren't near me, I would have either been burned alive or chilled to death.  

“ I have to say she is right brother, her brother isn't dumb. He has managed to stay hidden from us for four months, even now he continues to do the same. If it weren't for the tip, we wouldn't have found out about his sister. She has to stay alive until her brother can find the ruby and give it back to us.” Santino reasons with the crazy bastard. 

Tip? Who could have betrayed us? A few people know of my relationship with Ethan because of the dangerous job we have. 

Maximo lets go of my neck and steps away from me, creating space, and I can't lie, I miss the perfect balance of hot and cold that they brought.

“ And you are sure she has no idea about the ruby?” Maximo asks the whole time he looks at me. 

“ No, she doesn't even know what her brother does.”

“ Interesting, then she might as well wear this,” 

He clamps a small bracelet on my wrist, and it firms holds my wrist fitting in such a way that is it comfortably tight. 

I try to pull the thing off, but it's no use. 

“ Don't waste your breath, little one.  That is a vigor bracelet, it comes from my world, and it works as a tracker. Just know that until your brother delivers to us what we want, you will never go anywhere and if you had any idea of escaping from us then you might as well forget about them, cause with this I can track you anywhere you go in this world and mine.” 

Maximo growls, showing me his sharp canines and his breath of fire. I step backward and hit into Santino’s chest. 

Santino grabs my hand, assessing the part where I got burned from touching Maximo's chest. 

“ Beg me, and maybe I will heal you,” Santino whispers, his deep voice doing things to me. 

“ I would rather die than beg anything from you.” I spit as I stare at Maximo, who remains rooted in front of me. 

Maximo smirks and I can feel Santino’s chest vibrate. 

“ She is feisty, I like her. Makes me want to have her writhing under me in bed while I bury my balls deep inside her hole.” 

I choke on Maximo’s words and Santino's arms snakes around me, grabbing the flimsy dress that I am wearing. I fight to move, but he won't budge. He is like a tight wall. 

He hands drags the dress up exposing my thighs before his brother who licks his lips. 

“ Maybe we should do that brother what do you think?” Santino challenges. 

His hands move impossibly higher and I jerk backwards my ass colliding with his hard member. He groans and his brother chuckles. 

“ Her scent is so intoxicating,” Maximo murmurs and Santino hums. 

“ Leave me alone you fuckers!” I scream.

Maximo’s impossible heat engulfs me when he steps closer only for santino’s chill to cool me down. I know Maximo is doing it deliberately. 

He bend and his hands touches my other thigh. Together they create this intense feeling on my body that it reacts to them. They are two impossibly hot men with a cold and a wild exterior they are both the best definition is toxic and my body craves for them at this moment. 

“ Do you smell that?” Santino asks. 

“ The scent of her arousal,” Maximo answers and he hikes his hand higher. 

“ If you touch my pussy I will beat up the both of you,” 

Maximo laughs and Santino only chuckles. 

“ Isnt she cute?” Maximo asks. 

“ We can make her our pet, since dragons rarely mate with humans,” Santino says to his brother like they aren't talking about me. 

“ A pet for the dragons, can she handle us though?” 

His hands goes higher and I bite my lip harder. 

Santino’s hand on my left thigh massages the inside of my thigh and Maximo spreads my thigh adding more space between my legs. 

“ I guess we will find out, for now. I will try not to burn her alive.” Maximo growls before he puffs some air on my face and disappears before my sight. 

Santino lets go of me too and sits back on his seat, he looks out at the vast land they own. 

“ You are dismissed,” his voice is cold. The maniac I saw a few seconds ago is gone. 

“ Like hell I am, you two think you can boss me around!” I yell. 

His eyes turn and they have that slit that I saw in Maximo’s eyes. 

“ Dont tempt me Samantha, I am usually calm and I would hate to let my temper run wild on you cause you will end up dead.” His voice sends warning chills down my spine and I run out of there like my life depends on it. 

I flex my palm and when I look at it the burn is gone like it was never there. 

What the fuck just happened?

I grab the tiny bracelet on my left wrist and try to pull if off but it tights into a vice grip hurting me in the process. 

“ Uh!” I moan. 

I let it go, instantly.  Fuck this little shit on my wrist will be the reason I fail to escape this place. 

There has to be a way. 

I find myself in the kitchen, I grab a knife and I close my eyes as I prepare for what I want I want to do next. 

“ Don't bother, it never comes out. They once put that on me too and it never came out, until Maximo took it out,” 

“ That fucker!” I groan. 

“ So only he can take out? How does it operate? How comes its hurting me when I try to pull it off.”

“ Thats because its infused with dragon magic and because of that they will be able to find you anywhere. It works like a beacon. Trying to take it off is pointless.” 

“ Dragon magic??? They weren't crazy when they spoke of dragons.” 

I honestly believed they are crazy with a mental problem cause honestly none of them look normal to me. 

“ Yeah, they are dragons,” She fills me in.