Warning: Slight abuse in this chapter
Brothers' Backstory Part 2
"Ehm, scusi sennore?" (excuse me, sir.)
"I don't speak Italian boy, you're in different dirt now."
"What can I do for you today?"
"So you speak the mother language."
Kakarot smirks and chuckles looking away, he watched the servants for a couple of minutes, testing the man's patience before taking a long drag from cigarette between his fingers, he nods and looks directly into Mr. Schädel's eyes.
"The woman who looked over me comes from Austria, I took a few things from her before visiting the narcissistic country I read so much about."
From the edge of Kakarot's eye he watched the man clinch his fist before sliding his hand into his pocket, was he treating with dangerous people he didn't know but stepping on private property couldn't go unnoticed.
"Don't generalize, not all of our ancestors agreed to it."
"I'm aware, but does the rest of the world know that? Stereotypes. America, known for the "free country." filled with immigrants that discriminate other immigrants, Germany is the misunderstood Nazis, Japan is constantly looking on what is there to make, better than before, BETTER, GREATER than others, more advanced. Mexico, people who wait for others to do the job that belongs to them all sitting on their potential, the list goes on."
"Much to say about others but look at yourself in the mirror."
"Who is there to speak about the fails of their motherland, it's easier to look at others without looking at yourself and know you blend into the colors of war." Kakarot laughs.
"You're very intelligent, I can give you that."
"Have you come all the way here to let me know that?"
"No, we heard someone had taken Sonne house and I came to give you greetings." Mr. Schädel scratches out his hand which is taken and is squeezed firmly.
"What is your label?" Kakarot mocks with a cocky smile.
"My name is Daniel Schädel."
"Kakaroto Son."
"Your name does not sound Italian, why is that?" The man asks sliding his hand into his pocket holding the gun tightly and his finger steady on the trigger.
"In that I cannot reply, I don't know myself, Daniel."
"Schädel...never call me Daniel again not even my wife is allowed to call me so."
Kakarot smiles, finding the man's rough edge amusing, acting all high and mighty like so many other wealthy men, chuckling to himself he turns around and calmly walks towards the entrance of Sonne house.
"Please join me for dinner whenever you have the time, Daniel."
Hell to the fucking yes he was going to give the little bastard a visit but to teach him some manners, the brothers, whom where hiding, looked at each other in shock and amazement from the way this new guest had spoken to their father! Daniel Schädel, Germany's most dangerous and richest man talked to like if he were a neighbor, it was amazing and suicidal.
Days and weeks passed by from the visit to Sonne house and Mrs. Schädel was going nuts! When were they going to step onto Son's property? She had to do something before some other lady took the first move into being with the lad. Kakarot Son need to, no...
He had to be under one of her daughters' enchantment, they were beautiful she had no doubt, having received many compliments on their beauty, she knew her baby Charlotte was the prettiest of all of her children, she was the favorite child under her eyes, to her husband they were all the same, but Charlotte, oh what a beauty, being called a porcelain doll many times.
"Daniel, dear?" She said one afternoon.
"If you are to ask me of that foreign the answer is no."
"With what right do you say no!"
"With the right that your father gave me the day we married."
Their children's eyes move from mother to father, tension between them growing thick, they all excused themselves before quickly taking their leave back to their acitivies.
"Daniel."
"Lady."
"Why are you forcing me to stay home?"
"Because I know that the moment you step out the house you will run up to Sonne house with all my daughters. Listen to me Lady, that boy is no good, I felt him the day I saw him."
"Nonsense, you're overreacting."
"Why in the world would you want one of our daughters to marry a man that is so engaged in filthy luxuries?"
Mrs. Schädel paces in the room, she had to get her daughters with wealthy men, that was her dream and most beloved wish and no one would change her mind. Ever.
"You speak as if you knew him from one talk, love."
"One talk was enough to know who he is."
"I damn your authority over my life, I should've never married you."
"And I damn your beauty that captivated me without noticing the serpent I married."
"How dare you!"
"It's an equal lose my beloved wife." He chuckles "now tell me what is going on? Your daughters and the town are acting nervous."
"...I..."
"Tell me. I know that you are aware so speak, you enjoy partying with the women of the town, lewd, carefree. No respect for their husbands."
Lady glares hard into her husband's rough gaze, it was time to tell him the truth she had been keeping, it was going to be hard to face the wrath of the girls' but if he found out by the town's people it would be off with her head.
"Your daughters went swimming to Rosen lake yesterday."
"What?"
"The young men...of the town...saw them...they were..."
"Speak!"
"Daniel do not-"
"Speak! Or else I will cut off your fucking ears for listening to rumors!"
The man grabs the steak knife and wraps his strong, worked hand around the woman's fragile wrist, yanking her forward, her eyes grew, staring into angered orbs that flared with lust for blood and pain, it's as if she was looking into the devil's eyes.
"They...they...w-were...naked!"
And with those words that echoed off the white walls a new sound came to meet with it, the shining marble floors inked with velvet, only when necessary he laid a hand on his delicate wife, covering her arms with dark kisses, her voice raw with help, beautiful blue eyes sparkling with tears and a bitter flavor running down her throat from swallowing down the blood from her teeth hitting, bitting her cheeks, she had no force compared to her husband, being held in his strength so many times, again and again that hot stinging attack sending her to meet the floor, his black figure hovering over her small body like a beast. Her eyes, daring to look up at the devil she loved dearly, filled with oceans of cries and pleads.
What a beautiful woman, even when broken to pieces her beauty never ceased to surprise him. Eyes that looked so sad and terrified and the torn up skin next to the flesh that was turning a bright blue color made the sick animal inside stir and purr with that disgusting growing lust the Schädel family was known for.