RECONCILE?

In his big muscled arms, Sumire struggled to free herself from his grip but Mort easily lifted her with one hand, clasped around her waist to prevent her from going back inside the Viccini House.

"Listen to me just this once please?"

Sumire pleads with Mort as the hunk walk towards his parked car nearby. She got no answer from him.

“Look! I just wanted to make sure he’s okay! He’s my responsibility! I am the one who invited him here! ”

Sumire shouted as Mort's grip tightened around her. Jaw-clenched, his face remains rigid.

“You are not going anywhere. We’re leaving. ”

Mort firmly said and he entered her into his phantom car. Sumire was still struggling, bites him, and her nails dugs into his arms which were already reddened and full of her scratch marks. The hunk's face remains stoic, hot, and unbothered from the pain inflicted on him. He made her sit in the front seat and when Mort was about to fasten the seat belt around her, Sumire hit her head on his face but Mort quickly dodge and her face landed on his chest. When she has no place to run away, she just hugged Mort and uses her pity look on him to cover up her failed escape attempt.

“Please, I want to see him safe. My conscience can't stand it when something bad happens to him.”

She sobbed, her expression went from something sweet and sad but Sumire felt like she was talking to a rock. He looks hot yet cold and didn't even budge. He seemed not to hear her pleads.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

With Mort's very serious and emphatic question, she was almost out of breath as the tension inside that wasn't there before get heavy and intensified. She got a strange nervous feeling right now and that isn't good.

Sumire couldn't answer him. Her lashes fluttered, blinking twice and nervously gulping hard.

"I-I told you, I-I wanted to go back inside to look for Trevor."

She felt Mort's heavy breaths. Sumire can't see his face due to the darkness engulfing the place yet she can feel his dangerous look pierce her. She was sinking into her seat with fear and was completely intimidated by him.

He leaned, raising her chin up to him and touching her lower lip with his thumb.

“You spoke other men's names out from your lips while hugging and touching me all over. Sumire, you are driving me crazy.”

Before Sumire could respond to him, her words were left in the air when his lips pressed against her. To her surprise, her lips wetly parted and Mort easily invaded her inside. Her pupils dilated and later closed when his tongue sensuously snaked out, exploring and licking from corner to corner of her mouth. He sucks on her tongue and biting her lips beastly, winning her over his dominance.

Her eyes were half open and those green orbs dawned on her. She was drawn to that pools like a magnet. She moaned between their lips, making a very erotic sound.

"Uhhmm...Mort-ugh...let me brea-uhmm!"

Knees weakened, Mort didn't listen nor allow her to pause for breath. He cut her words with his lips. His hand crawled at the back of her head and pulled her for a deeper kiss. Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. They breathed each other in. His punishable kiss became even more aggressive, devouring and savoring her lips mercilessly, hungry and intense. Her hands ran on his chest and forcefully pushed him back. She tried to pull herself away but Mort's powerful arms stopped her. Their breath had condensed on the Roll Royce car window.

After 3 minutes of a long uninterrupted kiss under the dim light and the soft moans escaping from her claimed lips, echoing inside the car when someone suddenly faked a cough in the darkened backseat of Mort's car made her eyes open wide.

"Brother, you forgot Mischa and I are here."

Sumire heard a familiar voice. With her full strength, she pushed Mort away who look like a massive wall. He didn't even budge from where he stood. He spares her lips, and deeply look into her eyes, face bore the same swaggeringly resolute and coldly cruel expression. He lock the car's door where Sumire was seated to prevent her from escaping and walk towards the driver's seat.

"Let's go."

Driving across the winter night, the deafening sound of silence engulfed the four of them in the car. Sumire and Mischa who is usually noisy when around Mort were now lost for words. Dieu, on the other hand, who had a gentle kind of face that shines like the sun, and had an aura of light, was now looking out of the car into the darkness. It was as if he had a world of his own. Mort, who maneuver the steering wheel, was focused on driving, eyes darted on the long snowy road.

Mischa who had been quiet for a long time had now skimming on her phone.

Sumire who had been eaten in shame blushed hard despite of the cold season. Her head dipped down and biting her lower lip, she did not know what to say or whether it was right to speak. She was certain that the two people with them witnessed the hot and passionate kiss she and Mort had earlier. Sumire wanted to slap herself for being careless. She didn't even realize that they were with someone in the car. She also wanted to scold and pinch Mort, she was sure this giant hunk knew that his two siblings were in his car.

‘Even though Mort hadn’t officially said Dieu was his brother, I knew it right away. They're totally different from each other but family genes won't lie. ' Sumire muttered in her mind.

"Don't think too much about it. It's normal between lovers."

Sumire gasped when Dieu suddenly spoke. His voice is serene, so gentle, and soothing to hear. There is no hint of malice that can be heard from him even though they saw the whole thing happen and Sumire feels even more embarrassed at her place because of that.

"I'm his brother so that made us in-laws, right?"

Dieu added that made her face reddened. She cast a quick glance at Mort who was busy driving and didn't seem to hear anything.

"I'm still sorry."

Sumire replied apologetically. She was suddenly jolted when Mischa suddenly kicked the back of the front seat where she was sitting. 'Doesn't she like me for his older brother?'

"It's your birthday, right?" Mischa asked while arms crossed on her flat chest. Sumire was stopped, and wondered how this girl found out today was her birthday? 'Did they talk about me?'

"Yes."

Sumire shortly replied and couldn't look at the back. She couldn’t meet their eyes as she was still embarrassed. She was not ashamed of doing things with Mort but with his siblings around that was a different matter. 'I have to look good in their eyes. Convince them that I am the right one for their brother.'

"Then treat me once we get home to Brethren City."

Mischa said in a bratty tone making Sumire a little surprised. She thought this was her chance to impress and win Mort's siblings' trust.

"Sure!" Sumire exclaimed jubilantly and a sound of the clicked tongue can be heard from Mort.

"Tch."

The three of them looked at their handsome driver at the same time who for the first time was driving carefully. Dieu and Mischa were used to seeing their brother drive recklessly but now seeing their older brother driving carefully made them surprised. Sumire was about to ask him when the car suddenly stopped in a building's parking basement. They had arrived.

"We're staying here tonight."

Mort said in a deep tone as he opened the car door and helped Sumire get down.

"How about Trevor?" Sumire asked to which Dieu answered.

"We can come back tomorrow."

The man in the white suit answers and together they step inside the luxurious expensive hotel. They were greeted by a few hotel staff who accommodated them with great hospitality. Mort and the others exclusively occupied the whole building. Laurel, Lyric, Leroy, and Klauss are also waiting for them in the lobby.

"Where is he?" Mort asked as soon as they arrived, referring to Narco.

"He said he's on his way here with the paintings that Miss Massoullève won," Laurel replied with a wink to Sumire who grew pale on her feet from worrying about Trevor.

"Are you okay?"

Laurel worriedly asked. But before Sumire could utter a word, her stomach cutely rumbled and Sumire blushed heavily again. Her face was as red as a potato. 'How many times will I embarrass myself?' the maiden asked herself and head lowered down.

Laurel turned to the hunk next to her. "Mort, don't tell me you devour her first than feeding her?"

Laurel asked in a teasing tone but Mort doesn't answer her. He just held Sumire's hand and pull the maiden to the dining hall of the hotel.

When they had finished dinner, Sumire was taken to her royal suite which was prepared for her. She never saw Mort at dinner again after he had received a call earlier and the man was in a hurry to leave. Even if she wanted to ask Mort about Trevor, she didn't dare to try. She can feel his intense annoyance every time she mentioned Trevor's name.

Sumire asked Klauss but the clean freak just ignore her. Laurel, on the other hand, just shrugged at the same time saying "If he's not dead inside the Viccini he's probably alive." The tomboyish lady kiddingly said that everyone laughed at except Sumire who was very upset with them and was worried sick about Trevor especially when she was the one who invited him.

"Damn, I also can't escape here to go back there."

Sumire cursed once soaked her naked body into the warm jacuzzi inside the extravagant bathroom. The room oozes an air of luxury and all the modern amenities were there, placed organized in their rightful places.

Sumire felt relief when she felt the lukewarm water relaxing her body. She hummed as she closes her eyes, rested her head, and sigh deeply. Just a few minutes later, she fell asleep inside the tub.

Sumire woke up the next morning and found herself on the soft mattress of the suite wearing an oversize white t-shirt and undies. She felt something heavy on her belly, an arm snaked inside her t-shirt, and hugging her waist, made her jolt. She had no brassiere. She turn to her side and her lips curved into a smile. A topless hunk in his black jogging pants laid beside her who was sound asleep. Her gaze traveled to his naked chest. So broad, hot, and sinful.

Her eyes dawned on his face, tracing every detail of his face. He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical appeal.

"Gorgeous..."

From his enigmatic eyes that closed, his exquisite nose down to his tempting lips, Sumire was deeply hypnotized. Drawn into his lips, her face slowly descended, and was about to kiss him when Mort suddenly open his bedroom eyes, stared at her. The way his emerald eyes dilated stares at her under his thick and black lashes is intense, hot and dark. Sumire pulls away in embarrassment and was about to fall onto the bed when Mort catches her. He expertly pull her back into his embrace and she landed on his massive chest. His hands teasingly crawled on her back as her ample bosom pressed against his. She blushed.

"10 more minutes."

Mort said between his closed eyes and hugged her tight. Sumire, on the other hand, can feel her heart thumping rapidly, hammered out of her chest. Face burned in red, she grabbed the chance and hugged Mort, made a pillow on his chest above him, and went back to sleep. Unaware of his bulge poking in her thighs. She totally forgets the fact that she will go back to the auction house later to look for Trevor.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Mort accompanied her to the Viccini House. Sumire could hardly believe what she saw as there were no traces of war going on inside. The place looks so neat like the chaos didn't happen last night. Everything is back to normal. No piles of dead bodies or pools of blood can be seen around. 'How is that possible?'

"Where are the dead bodies?" Sumire asked in confusion to the man next to her.

"It's all cleaned up." Mort coldly answered. There is no emotion in his feature and he remains apathetic to all around him.

"How about Trevor?" Sumire asked, trembling with fear of Mort's answer. 'Tell me anything except his death.' She pleaded in her mind.

"Sumire, let's just stop this madness." Klauss suddenly interrupted behind them.

"But he's my friend! He is my responsibility!" She was getting hysterical making Klauss frown at her.

"And we don't care about him," Klauss replied nonchalantly. Sumire glared at him brazenly.

"I am calling the authorities!" The maiden shouted as she walked out.

Sumire did call her high-ranking acquaintances, the police, private investigators, and other justice organizations she knows, but they responded to her with the same answer.

"I am sorry Miss Massoullève but that place doesn't exist."

When she asked them to track her location as she was right here in the Viccini House itself that they denied the existence of, they also gave the same answer after doing what she commands.

"Miss Massoullève, you are currently in Arctic City."

Out of frustration, Sumire threw her phone against the wall and it shattered into pieces. Nostrils flared, she returned to Mort inside with big strides who was waiting for her.

"What exactly is this place?" She asked angrily hissed at Mort.

"Jail."