The bad boy and me

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River's POV
I've been in Italy for 8 days now. After I got shot, my Dad starling making me work twice as hard.

I wake up at 4:30 am, leave at 5, and don't get home until well after 1 am. This schedule has left me with absolutely no time to talk with Cove. All I have time to do is text her when I wake up, and again right before bed.

Due to the time difference, she's often asleep by the time I wake up, vice versa. Overall it's been a nightmare and all I want to do is go home.

Today is December 22, my last day here. I already know Dad is gonna work me until I practically pass out.

"Morning, take this and get in the car."

Handing me a freshly loaded gun, he shooed me away with his hand.

As I exited the kitchen and walked through the living room, I spotted my mom sitting on the couch with a mug in hand.

"River, be careful honey," she said, just like she does every time I leave the house.

"I will, see you later mom."

On my second day here, we spent the morning driving to our regular house. There I was finally able to see my mother who kept fussing over my injury.

It doesn't even hurt, but I accepted the extra attention regardless. I really love my mom and I missed her so much.

Only now have I realized how much Cove reminds me of her. They're both caring, nurturing, and overall very kind people. I can't wait until they meet each other.

"Damien Bates," Dad said as he got in the car.

"This is the man who went to our house and threatened you, correct?"

"Yes."

"Good. Well luckily he was spotted back in Italy a few days ago, some nerve this guy has. We are gonna pay him a visit and you're gonna teach him a lesson, go it?"

"Yes sir."
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Blood. Blood everywhere.

On my shoes, down the front of my shirt, all over the room. Everywhere.

Dad sent me in here 50 minutes ago and told me to not stop until he's bleeding from every inch of his body.

It took hundreds of punches and kicks, but Damien is finally on the ground, laying in a pool of his own blood.

This is the same man who oh so confidently strutted up to my doorstep and threatened to kill my whole family.

This is the same man who told me all the nasty things he would do to Azalea and my mom.

This is the same man who threatened to lock me in a room for years and watch me slowly grow crazy, completely consumed by my own thoughts and misery.

"Not so confident now huh?" I teased, kicking him in his already broken rib cage.

He winced in pain and slowly rolled over, facing me with a sinister grin on his face. Oh, he really has a death wish.

If it weren't for Dad's specific instructions, he would've been dead a long time ago.

Deciding to leave before he works me up all over again, I turned and reached for the door handle. What he said next, however, stopped me dead in my tracks.

"You have a girl back at home."

I looked back at him and scowled.

"Wouldn't it be such a shame if anything were to happen to her?"