𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1
She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck.
"I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?"
I looked into those deep gre...
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ARES RUSSO
Why does it feel like I'm floating? My body is on flight mode.
"Ares." My father leaned in and smirked. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes." I whispered and glared at the center of his forehead.
"Your girlfriend is-- "
"I heard you!" I shouted and he laughed. He fucking laughed at me and my anger. My vision blurred before my hands went forward and grabbed his collar. I stood up and leaned into his face and seethed.
"Oh please, it's not like I didn't warn you about her. This is just a bonus for me." He chuckled and pushed me away.
"Why would you take photos of her?" I grabbed the photographs and looked down at them again.
"To show you what she does, with who and how she does it. The American saying: 'pictures or it didn't happen'."
"Raeni would never kill a soul." Stefano defended.
"Luigi hasn't either but guess what he does." He smiled and leaned back.
"Derek said more, unfortunately." Dom sighed and my father raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked bitterly. I regret it but my anger was confused with sorrow and hurt.
"Lorelai was supposedly sent to kill you. He, uhm, has proof of her collecting information on you."
"Bitch." I whispered. "Where is this proof?"
I don't believe them. I don't believe anything they say. Derek is a crazy man and he lies. Lorelai wouldn't lie to me. I know she may seem heartless and cold but killing someone? That takes alot of emotional energy on someone, I would know.
"I happen to possess that information." My father pulls up his laptop and types on it. The closer I look, the more I see that its Lorelais laptop. He turns it towards me and shows me every piece of information about me.
Lorelai has been collecting information on me. Loads of files and paperwork on me. I walked away. I walked away from him, the laptop, everyone in that room. I walked until I couldn't anymore. I fell. I couldn't do it. I didn't have that strength anymore. She opened the door and gasped at my hysteric state. She brought me in and held me.
She smelt like vanilla and perfume mist. She smelt heavenly. Her skin was soft, glowing and perfect. I found comfort in her. She brushed my hair back as I lay my head in her lap. My mother kissed my forehead and shed a tear.
