"You're just as pathetic as your deceased father!" He said with his hand now around my throat. I rolled my eyes, as if I give a fuck.
"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'll fuck you so hard your eyes roll into the back of your head!" As if? His...
_________________________________ Bella's POV I woke up to the feeling of pleasure in between my legs. I looked down and Enzo's head was there, I let out a low moan arching my back. "I see someone's awake." Enzo said in between licks. "What time is is?" I groaned. "8:20."
"Oh shit!" I said, sitting myself up. Enzo removed his head from in between my legs. "What is it?" He asked sitting beside me. I stood up, rushing around my room to find something to wear! "Cazzo (fuck), I got a message saying to go to the warehouse today at 9!"
"Woah calm down." Enzo said rushing up to help me. "Do you need someone to come with you?" No, I'm not a fucking baby. "No it's fine." I'm getting fed up, I walked into my closet with Enzo following me like a little child. "Fanculo Enzo, puoi per favore andartene." (Fuck Enzo, can you please just leave.)
Enzo just walked out without saying a word. I kept looking for something to wear and finally I found something. I found a red lace top, some black pants and a black jacket. I tried it on and it looked perfect. I looked at the clock and it was 8:37. Shit, I need to leave.
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I went out to my motorcycle and put my helmet on. It took me about 20 minutes to get there. I had my gun in my hands, waiting for if someone attacked. The warehouse was open, luckily. As I stepped inside I heard footsteps but saw no one. Pointing my gun in every direction, I looked around trying to spot someone.
As I was turning someone grabbed my gun and put their hand over my mouth, muffling my long line of curse words in Italian. My hands went to their hand around my mouth trying to pry it off. It was no use. "I should have known it was you, you made a bad mistake texting me to come here." Fuck, Leo Valentino. I managed to pull myself out of his grasp by kicking the back of his leg. He still had my gun however.
I turned around to face him, he had his gun pointing at me. "What do you mean, I got a message telling me to come here. I didn't send one to you."
Then it hit me, someone set it up. Sneaky motherfucker. When I find out who did it, I will rain hell on them. "Well we're here now and you have no weapon." Leo said with a devilish smirk on his face. "Well I did have one but since you took it from me, now I don't."
I have to admit he did look good in that suit but I knew I looked better. I caught him staring me up and down, his eyes finally landing on my breasts. "Hey, my eyes are up here. Fico." (Cunt) He started walking closer to me, the gun still in his hand. I backed up but eventually my back came in contact with a wall. Great, I was trapped. "You better watch your mouth, tesoro!" (Darling) He had me now caged in between him and the wall.
"You better watch your eyes, tesoro." I said mocking him. A smirk grew on his face, his gun still pointed at my chest. He pushed it further so the cold metal was now touching the valley in between my breasts. "You're just as pathetic as your deceased father." He said with his hand now around my throat. I rolled my eyes, as if I give a fuck.
"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'll fuck you so hard your eyes roll into the back of your head!" His words have no affect on me.
"I'd like to see you try, you'll be dead before you can think about fucking me!"
He looks enraged, I can feel the heat radiating off of him. "Get on your knees." Diavolo, no! (Hell no) "Absolutely not, I kneel for no man, especially not you." I spat back. He pushed the gun further into my chest. "I don't think you have a choice love." I fucking hate him. "Fuck you Valentino!"
I slowly got down on my knees, his gun pointed straight at me. I looked up at him and he was smirking. Bastard. He moved the gun up to my mouth, "Bacialo." (Kiss it)
"No." His smirk immediately faded and changed to an angry expression. "Kiss it, otherwise you won't live to see another day." God I hate this bitch. I gave the tip of his gun a kiss and his smirk grew back on his face. He kicked my gun over to me and I immediately got up. Pointing it at him, "Big mistake, now I'm gonna fuck you up."
His smirk was still protruding his face and I wanted nothing more than more than to wipe it off. I felt so enraged, he just fucking embarrassed me and I will get him back for it.
"Go ahead, shoot me." I couldn't, my finger wouldn't push down on the trigger. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Fuck, just leave." I shouted. And he did. He walked out and left me. I sat down with my back leaning against the wall and took out a cigarette. I took a puff and was immediately relieved. Why didn't I shoot him?
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Also please tell me if my Italian translations are wrong! I just got them off google translate.
