That's Anne Marie, but imagine her with her hair down. And that she has those cute big black glasses
Marcello's pov
I groan as i tug at the ends of my hair, almost ripping it out.
I grab my gun and use the end of it to bang it in Alessandro's nose.
He screams out in pain, perfect.
I lean in front of him and say,"Wanna tell me where she is?"
He shakes his head and I say,"Very well, I hope you don't miss your fingers."
I take my knife from the wall, and grab his hand.
I raise up my knife and he says,"Apetta un minuto, she's at a partino!!"
(Wait a minute she's at a party)I smirk and say,"Was that so hard?"
He scowls and I roll my eyes.
I walk away and he says,"resisti! Aren't you going to untie me?!"
(Resisti=hold on)
I shrug and say,"Nope."
I slam the door shut and Leonardo says,"Did he tell you?"
I say,"Si, the little gattino is at a partino."
(Gattino= kitten/kitty)He smirks and nods.
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I brush off the sleeves on my jacket as I walk into the party.Oh God it smells like throw-up.
I walk in and resist the urge to punch everyone in sight.
I scan the room for the little gattino.
I smile as I see her sitting alone in the couch.
I see a man about to approach her.
Hell no.
I grab him by the elbow and whisper,"get out now."
He gulps and leaves the house.
I smirk and sit next to her.
She tenses and scoots to the left.
I move closer to her, and she turns to look at me.
It's almost as if she's studying my every feature.
I turn to her and look at her.
She's, beautiful.
Stai zitto Marcello!
(Stai zitto= shut up)
Sorry but she really is.
She has pale skin, full plump pink lips, Hazel, greenish doe eyes, and long curly brown hair with caramel highlighted tips.
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Anne Marie's pov
"Mabel, you have legs use them, I can't carry you."
She slurs,"Buuut I wanna be carried...like a princess!!! Yaaay."
I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
I groan and sling her arm over my shoulder and help her walk into her house.
We get in and i close the door behind me.
I bring her to her room and slip her out of her dress.
I hand her, her sweatpants and tank top.
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