◽THAT ITALIAN BASTARD◽
◽MARIAN'S POV◽
Well, I take it back, I totally hate living in this Godforsaken hell hole, This place is where devil lives and every single man that lived in this house are all his spawn.
“shut the fuck up, puttana,” {whore} the fuck? I know i didn't really deserve their respect or somehow earn it and even if i hardly understood any other thing they said i knew what that meant, I glared daggers at the one whose name was boris, very rude son of a bitch like that
“Am I a puttana cause I fucked your father?“ {whore}
He lunged forward like he was going to do something to me but Martini stopped him in his track “you son of a bitch” I yelled “were you going to fucking hit me?“
At this point I'd been here for six whole month, I knew who to respect and Boris wasn't one of them.
“Dì a quella stronza di stare zitta.“ {tell that bitch to shut up} he picked up the remote that led to this whole ordeal and chucked it at me, I docked which made it hit the wall
Nothing on earth can make me get close to that woman abuser “Che cazzo sta succedendo qui?“ {what the fuck is going on here}
Well turned to the direction of the voice, it was Carmello.
I really did try not to have a run in with that him, I bit my lips, agressively, may I add
His presence was enough to suck the life out of the room.
His tailored suit unwrinkled, his slick back hair untouched, and the anger in his eye was undeniable, I should have given Boris the remote when he asked for it just to be a bitch to me.
I shouldn't have tried to defend my self when he said I was freeloading off them when my sister caused all the trouble that was going on in their famiglia.
His gaze swept accross the room, from the broken remote, to Martini holding on to Boris and the torn strap of the top I had on then back to Boris who still had the audacity to look that smug.
Fucking idiot.
“Boris, vuoi spiegarmi perché ti comporti come un animale nella mia casa?” {Boris care to explain why you're acting like a wild animal in my house?}
Boris straightened his back but didn’t speak. I could practically see the steam rising from Carmello’s head.
I should have been quiet.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up a hand. “Not you.”
Heat rose to my cheek, did he just shut me up, damn!
His voice was low, but lethal.
He turned to Boris again. “You raised your hand to her?”
Silence.
“Hai osato?” {You dared?}
Boris’s jaw twitched. “She disrespected me….”
“E tu sei un coglione.” {And you're a fucking idiot.}
Damn, he sounds sexy as fuck
Finally, his eyes met mine. And they weren’t soft. They weren’t kind. But they weren’t cold either.
“You could have stayed in the fucking room.”
Well, I can’t stay cooped up in that room forever, and Boris could try using his brain and not fight over a remote with a literal teenage girl. He could’ve asked me if I was okay, but here we are.
He walked past me, and that was when I noticed the girl who had been standing right beside him.
Describe a supermodel in a sentence, then add another supermodel to the back. She had a gorgeous olive-toned complexion, not that far from Carmello's shade. She was tall—not as tall as him, but she was tall. Her hair was long and flawless, and each step she took had her hair flowing behind her, like someone was walking in front of her with a fan.
I couldn’t even compare my short, tangled hair, white-as-snow ass self to her
So this is how he liked them?
She giggled and I understood exactly why she was holding his arm right now, perfect ass bitch.
I rolled my eyes trying to fix my sleeve as I retreated back to my room, I hate every one and everything.
That Italian bastard wants me to stay in this prison night and day?
I pulled my hair in frustration, punching gthe air and throwing my pillow all around like it was the one that had done me wrong.
I wouldn't be here if they hadn't decided to kidnap me and steal me away from my life, so he is going to have to deal with this .
I could have said that.
I could have, but I had to keep quiet and stare at that lady like I was jealous that she was in Carmello's arm, fucking hell!
I punched the innocent pillow again, threw it mid air and kicked it right on time.
I was still busy pummeling the pillow when the door opened revealing Martini
uh.
Great, just what I needed today.
“You could’ve knocked,” I grumbled, glaring at him. I threw the pillow at him, but he dodged it with that annoying laugh of his.
“The pizza’s here,” he said, his accent making it impossible to stay mad at him. It’s fucking sexy.
Not as sexy as Carmello’s, but still sexy.
“I will be there, so now please, privacy?“ I knew that didn't exist in here but still.
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