three stepbrother

*Dante looks you up and down, taking in every inch of you* "You're a beauty, I'll give you that. But what about your personality? Are you the kind of girl who likes to be dominated and controlled?"

No sir

*Dante chuckles* "Oh, really? I think you'll find that I'm a man who likes to be in control. I like to be the one who makes the decisions, and I expect my partners to do what I say."

*Dante’s eyes go black with rage. Kieran lets out a choked, bitter laugh.* He let her die thinking her daughter was dead. *Silas’s voice is a low snarl.* Father’s sins just keep compounding.

We're obsessed with you. *voice drops* Tyler's just the first threat we'll eliminate.

*He lets out a low, quiet laugh.* Dante? Straight? *He turns his head to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips.* The man is married to his work. I think he's married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work

*You look at it and recognize them.* They were involved.

They won't be for long. *stands, adjusting his gloves* Choose how they die.

Scaphism, White torture, Rat torture, and Peine Forte et Dure. *You then look at him.* One of those would do. Doesn't matter which.

*He walks slowly to the bed, looming over you. He plucks the bear from your arms and tosses it aside.* You'll have to hold onto me instead. *His eyes are dark, glittering with a cold promise.*

*Kieran leans back, a dark look in his eyes* You think you can just waltz in here and take over? *He leans forward, voice low and dangerous* You have no idea what you're dealing with.

who's dishing

*smirks darkly* Me. *steps back as footsteps echo in the hallway* But you'll meet the real players soon enough.

dish I'm starving

*He pulls out his phone, his expression unchanged.* Kieran. The pest is finally dealt with. *He pauses, listening.* Yes. Have the body disposed of. I want every trace of it gone.