And holy muffin shit, The younger one looks exactly like me, same hair, same eye.
You mean, you look like him?
My inner bitch has to shut up sometimes, more like every freakish time.
"So, you're the father of the year, yeah?" I asked, narrowing my...
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"Take your hands off her, if you don't want me to rip them out of your arms" Foty growled at Damien like a damn wolf.
I sink into chair at his harshness.
"Is that a threat?" Damien challenges back, his one eyebrow daring at him.
"Maybe or maybe not" my very over-----overprotective dad cocked his head to the side.
I know he can do that in a second.
"Damien, sit the back down," Demitri said, glaring at him.
"Fine bro" he muttered uninterestedly as he looked around for a chair.
"Sorry, no room for you here, you can show yourself out now" I said, sickly sweet, giving him a tight smile.
"Looks like our little princess is mad? Is it?" He asked, chuckling as he shook his head.
Damn, that sound.
Evelyn, focus.
He is an asshole who dumped your ass, you shouldn't be blind horny teen bitch right now.
"Definitely, and stop calling me princess" I snarled at him.
"What if I don't?"
"Do you have any particular favorite place where you want to be buried?" I asked innocently.
I can see Foty smirking in my direction with amusement clear on his face.
I ignored him and looked down at my plate.
He may be best at killing but he's not better than me. I can out way him in maybe 5 minutes seeing he did train me quite a time or two. He knows that too, still he asks for it.
Poor mashed potatoes, lemme give them attention.
I was suddenly yanked out of my chair in the air.
"What the fuck-"
My voice instantly died down when I was back in chair but not really.
This man really has a death wish.
"You know the only place I wanna bury myself in is you," he whispered darkly in my ear.
Even though no one can hear it's so embarassing to hear it infront of my family. And still,
Goosebumps arriving at my flustered skin at his confessions.
Damn you, fucktard.
I look around at the table as everyone looks at us. More like some of them ready to masquerade, damien in pieces.
"Go to hell," I snapped trying to pry out of his lap but he didn't let go of me.
