Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Doing Something Stupid
While Alex was leading an assault on the Sinaloa Cartel, Isabella was back in her room. There were visible scabs and bruises all over her body, as her brother’s torment had been both cruel and capricious. If not for the fact that her father intervened on her behalf, then she would have surely been fed to the dogs.

Angel had remained silent since the day he lost his butler, a man who practically raised him into the vicious psychopath he was today. The young man had locked himself inside his room, entirely forgetting about his sister’s sins.

The young drug princess had puffy red eyes. Her birthday was approaching, but it was starting to look like she would not have a celebration. Nor would she have the entertainment she so desperately wanted. The infamous mixed martial artist Alex “Baba Yaga” Smith had turned out to be the Zetas’ hired gun. And thus would never be allowed to walk into her home with his life intact.

Because of this, Isabella had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was amazed that the two men she fancied were the same person. But at the same time, she felt that she was destined never to see him again. After all, if he ever approached Jalisco territory, his life would be forfeit.

Worse yet, she could not speak to her friend, and client “Redacted” about these matters, because Isabella had been stripped over her phone, laptop, tablet, and any other devices remotely capable of connecting to the internet. As a result, she was stuck in her room, essentially under house arrest, as she waited for her brother to hunt down and eliminate the man she was now infatuated with.

It was while Isabella was sulking in depression that the door opened to reveal the very psycho who had caused her to be in such a sorry state. The young beauty flinched when she saw her half-brother standing in her doorway with a unusually cheerful demeanor.

However, Before Isabella could speak to the man, he approached her, and stood at the side of her bed, while giving her some news that she did not know how to interpret.

“I thought you should know, while you have been locked away here in your room, the Gulf Cartel has collapsed, and the Zetas have seized their assets and territory!”

This was a confusing matter to Isabella, because she could not remotely think of a reason why her brother was smiling, and thus she was quick to ask why this was the case.

“I’m sorry, but how exactly does that make you happy? Shouldn’t you be furious that your rivals have gained power?”

Angel, however, clicked his tongue thrice, before lecturing his younger half-sister on her own naivety and ignorance.

“Tsk…Tsk…Tsk…. My sweet, naïve, beautiful, and stupid little sister… Don’t you see what this means? The Zetas are overreaching. Their forces are stretched thin, especially now that your precious El Cucuy is out fighting what remains of the Sinaloa leadership. Now is the perfect time to strike at the heart of their operations, and put an end to that wretched bitch once and for all!”

Isabella was smart enough to know who the “wretched bitch” was that her brother was speaking about. It was, of course none other than La Madre, who had in her own way led the Zetas from near collapse, to a new golden age.

This caused Isabella to pout at the mention of Mexico’s most deadly female Drug Lord. After all, her entire façade that she displayed to the men beneath her brother and father’s command was a complete and total knockoff of the mature beauty. And thus, she inwardly felt a sense of competition towards her.

However, nothing made Isabella more upset than her brother’s next words, which sent a chill down her spine.

“That’s right! Your eighteenth birthday is just around the corner… Soon you will be a woman, which means that I have to get you a gift. I suppose after I bring that cunt to heel, I’ll return home victorious! And then I will visit your room on the night of your eighteenth birthday. Would you like that my dear little sister?”

Isabella had to prevent herself from gagging at the notion of her elder half brother forcing himself on her, but she also knew that if she said something about it, she would only further be punished, and not in the way she wanted. Thus, she simply remained silent and lowered her gaze.

Angel took this as an act of submission, where he then forcefully grabbed hold of the young woman’s chin, and compelled her to look him in the eyes when she spoke about her place in his future or how he perceived it.

“You didn’t think I’d leave a woman as beautiful as yourself for someone else to claim now did you? No, my sweet little sister, on the night of your eighteenth birthday you will be mine! Rejoice! Because you will have the esteemed honor of being first among the many women, I seek to claim!”

Isabella did not say a word, knowing that to voice her refusal would only result in more suffering. Thus she simply bit her lip and remained silent, wishing she could strangle the man then and there. Of course, Angel once more took this as a sign of submission, and thus he nodded his head, entirely pleased with himself before letting go of his sister’s chin.

Once he had done this, the man walked towards the door, intending to go take care of proper business, which was the last thing he voiced aloud before leaving his sister in her own captivity.

“Oh, that’s right! Father wants me to go take care of that filthy gringo you fancy. He’s afraid the man will turn his sights on us after he’s done with the Sinaloa, and does not wait for that to happen. Perhaps I will bring his head to you as an additional present for your big day? Until then, you’d best behave yourself, because if you force me to discipline you any further those bruises won’t heal by your birthday!”

After saying this, Angel did not wait for a response, as he shut the door behind him and locked his sister in her own room. The young woman instantly curled up in her bed and began to cry once more. She had cried more these past few days than she had ever done in her life. And in between her whimpering was a single plea for help from a man who would never hear it.

“Alex… Please save me!”

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Alex had no idea what had happened to Isabella. He had been too busy being neck deep in the blood and guts of his enemies. Currently, he was coming down from a monumental high, and felt like absolute shit. After the assault on the Sinaloa Cartel, Alex had returned to the Zetas’ headquarters for another assignment.

Knowing that her favorite war hound was best when he was coked out of his mind, La Madre did not immediately deploy the man again. After all, to consume that much cocaine, one would need to get it out of his system before going for another round or else he might OD. And that would be a monumental waste of a valuable asset.

Thus, Alex was lying in bed, desperately trying to fall asleep, but completely unable to do so. It was when he decided to look at the time on his phone that he realize he had a message from someone he did not recognize.

It was a video recording of the conversation that Isabella and Angel had, which Redacted had taken from one of the many surveillance cameras placed in the young woman’s room. Aside from the embedded video, there was a single line of text.

“I’d hate to send you back into the viper’s nest so soon after you escaped… But I think we both know what you need to do….”

Alex sighed heavily as he thought to himself what kind of sick pervert would try to force himself on his own sister? I mean it’s not like Alex had experienced engaging in physical intimacy with his own family members… No that would be incredibly taboo!

Once Alex had watched the video over and over again, he realized he would have a perfect opportunity to get rid of his rival now that the man was actively targeting him. Thus, he sent a message back to the mysterious hacker, confirming that he would save Isabella from her insane brother, but not in the way that Redacted expected.

“Oh, I’ll save her from that asshole, but I’m not going to storm the castle and rescue the damsel in distress… I’ve already done that more than a man should… Instead I’m going to cut the head off of the snake!’

Redacted sent another message after hearing this, which was almost a message pleading with Alex to rethink his current plans.

“Please tell me you’re not going to do something stupid….”

Alex, of course scoffed as he replied with confirmation that he was indeed going to do something stupid.

“Doing something stupid is what I’m best at!”