• BOOK 1 OF THE ESZTAR SERIES •
Reaching upstairs, he hurled me inside his room and closed the door harshly. I stood there shaking with fear. He looked scary. Extremely scary.
He tilted his head, forming an evil grin on his face. I couldn't move. I...
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2 MONTHS LATER
"What the fuck, Vittoria!" My brother's irked voice boomed in the huge space, the effects bearing close resemblance with an earthquake.
"Who died?" I asked monotonously, rubbing my eyes.
"My patience!"
"I'm sorry for your loss." I yawned and closed my eyes again but snapped them wide open when Oliver effortlessly hurled me back.
"What's your problem, grandpa Ollie? I was just sleeping." I shoved him.
"You were sleeping hugging the freaking punching bag!" He shouted. "I left you for ten minutes, Vittoria!"
"It's a Sunday for god sake! We never train on Sundays. Then one fine Sunday you drag me here and spoil my Sunday and then... I don't know... just Sunday Sunday Sunday! I want to sleep and have chocolates and pizzas someone save me from my Hitler of a brother pleaseeee." I pouted, trying to get some crocodile tears out.
He simply stared at me with a blank face, head cocked to the side and hands on his waist. "Are you done?"
"Yes."
"Can we resume?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now attack me." He ordered.
"What!" I exclaimed. "I may be pissed at you but I love you. What if I accidentally killed you?"
"Stop wasting time, Vittoria." He warned.
"You think I'm ready now?" I asked seriously.
Two months were beyond strict but full of learning. I learned to use weapons that I'd never even seen or heard before. Karate, judo, boxing and several other martial arts were checked off the list. Oh! And even fencing. I felt like an FBI agent now.
"I'm not surprised how quickly and impressively you learned all of it in such less time. But-" His phone rang, interrupting him. It was continuously ringing since morning. He twisted his face in annoyance, rejecting this one.
"But you won't get a catch of it until you actually fight. So come on. Fight me, little sister."
"As you wish big brother." I cracked my knuckles and charged at him.
Guess what.
I was on my ass before I could even land a punch at him.
He loomed over me, gesturing to get back up. "Fighting isn't all about what you do. It's also a lot about what your opponent does. Try reading his mind. Anticipate his moves."
I nodded briskly, giving it another try and another and yet another. The result was no different than the first attempt.
"I can't do this. I'm too tiny." I sagged down, dejected.
