My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Greg’s POV

STARING disdainfully at my twin sister Arielle, I instantly felt like wringing life out of her.

“Twin bro! It’s been forever since we last saw huh, look at you, you are now a powerful deadly masculine guy”, she mouthed, smirking.

Just like a flash, I moved to her, and the next minute I pinned her on the wall choking her neck.

She has fully transformed from the little girl I used to know.

“Let go of my neck”, she choked in great difficulty.

“I don’t mind killing you right now, you brought yourself into the lion’s den”, I muttered choking her more tightly.

“Please let go of me”, she cried.

“Get your ass out of my house now”, I mumbled gritting my teeth as I let go of her neck.

She gaged out a mouth full of blood coughing real hard, making her blue eye balls to turn red.

“Stay away from me, if you still cherish your life”, I warned walking out on her.

“Are you not tired of staying away from your family? Mom is sorry, Dad is remoseful, we are sorry Gregory, everyone is sincerely sorry, please come home already”, she mumbled sadly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“I have no family, get that into your fucking skull and leave this minute, before I asked the gaurds to throw you out”, I barked.

“Please! Greg, forgive already”, she pleaded bursting into tears.

That didn’t move me one bit, I didn’t care at the carricature she was making. They all hurt me first!

“When you are done crying, leave and never show your face to me again”, I blurted keenly walking to the kitchen to instruct the maid on what to get for Gianna.

…Time Skip…

Cuddling on the bed with Gianna after making sure she has eaten and freshened up, I couldn’t imagine my parents seeking for me after fifteen solid years.

“Are they actually doing this because they learnt I’m now doing fine on my own?”, I thought sadly.

“What is eating you up? Do you mind sharing?”, Gianna yelped creasing my hairs.

“It is nothing my pet”, I replied turning to face her.

“Would you mind going with me to a party tonight?”, I inquired.

“What party?”, She asked narrowing her eyes.

“A causal party, just for the fun”, I replied.

She inhaled sharply without muttering anything.

“Gianna! Please say something”, I urged.

Gianna’s POV

I inhaled sharply, not wanting to say a word. Going to parties with Greg has always been nothing but trouble, especially to the poor innocent Clemson.

“Gianna! Please say something”, Greg urged.

“I will go with you”, I replied, besides, I really needed to see Clemson, even if we aren’t opportuned to speak, staring at him from afar will do.

“Thanks so much my pet”, he muttered pecking my cheek.

Christa’s POV

I was at the hospital for over two weeks, I couldn’t believe three of my fingers were gone just like that. I thought as I stared at the slashed fingers now bandaged.

I couldn’t believe he actually did this to me just because of Gianna.

Who would have thought Gianna would be this lucky to have a powerful guy like Mr Greg, I thought he had purchased her just to make her his personal maid, but it turns out he is in love with her.

I didn’t know what will happen to me if Yakuza finds out I couldn’t keep to the deal.

The creaking sounds of the door broke into my chain of thoughts.

Talking about the devil!

There he was, standing by the door with his men standing right behind him.

I swallowed hard in fright, trembling slightly.

“Y… Yakuza!!”, I mumbled in fright.

“You dare Yakuza me?”, He roared taking one step at a time as he strode up to me.

Fear built up in me. ‘When did my life become like this?’, I asked myself.

‘The very day you chose to be self-centered’, my conscience replied back.

“I’m sorry, please, don’t hurt me more I beg of you”, I welled.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t?”, He smirked.

“I tried taking Gianna with me, but I was caught before I could make it out of the estate”, I reported.

“That is mumbo-jumbo, ya spitting rubbish. I’m not in for story that touches”, he smacked angrily.

“I sustained these injuries as a result of it, please believe me”, I cried.

He grinned widely, making me to puzzle.

“Should I believe a harlot like you?”, He asked.

“Ouch! That is a hard blow on the face. I know you are angry at me but don’t call me that”, I muttered..

He instantly landed me a resounding slap.

“How dare you speak to me in such a way, now hurry up and provide me with the address”, he yelled at me as tears kept subsiding endlessly.

Yakuza is indeed a devil.