MATURE CONTENT
COME AND INDULGE IN SOME......S I N.
Sebastiano De Luca, 28 year old Co-CEO of D&D Industries and bar owner of Sinful Nights, De Luca is ruthless, hot, hardworking, demanding and did I mention Italian. Sebastiano has never had trouble...
After a quick dinner, B drops me home, leaning over the counsel, he plants a kiss on my cheek and I exit the car.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, walking backwards to my front door.
"Aww, you'll miss me that much"
"No moron, I'll miss your car, look at that beauty" I responded playfully.
"I hate you!" I hear him yell out as I open my door
"Love you too" I yell back, watching as he places his hand over his heart.
"I know you do" giggling, I flip him the bird, which in return he sends a flying kiss, and I quickly close the door to avoid it, I feel my phone vibrate in my bag and as I reach to search for it, the lights in my hallway turn on.
"I reckon, you had a good time, Principessa".
The smile I had on my face immediately disappeared when I heard his voice, multiple emotions hit me at once, but I pushed down the rest and focused on one, anger, pure hot anger.
I turn around, ready to yell but abruptly stop when I see the state both Sebastiano and Nazaire are in. Nazaire was supporting himself on a pair of crutches and had a wrap around his left leg and Sebastiano had bandages peeking out from underneath his button up shirt, both were sporting fading bruises.
As much as I wanted to run up to them, to see if they were okay and whatnot, I held it back, because who the hell did they think they were, showing up after MONTHS of no call, no text, no nothing! After stating several times that they would never leave.
I know I should let them explain but at the moment I didn't want to hear it, I was sick and tired of the liars and frauds in my life, and just as my life was taking a turn for the better, they showed up at my doorstep, first Izaiah, now them.
"What the hell are y'all doing in my house?" You must have got me fucked up if you think I was going to take it easy on their injured asses.
Taking off my coat and hanging it on the hook by the door, I step past them and make my way to the living room which is filled with boxes that contain my belongings with my things. I don't miss the shock and hurt that flashes through their eyes from my cold welcome.
I make myself comfortable on the couch as they enter, my eyes can't help but scan their bodies, they still look as good as before, if not better. I watch as they situate themselves on the couch across from me, their eyes running over me the same way mine were just a second ago.
"I still didn't get an answer to my question."
"Who was that guy, you were with?" Of course, it's Sebastiano that asks, shaking my head, I sit up straight, crossing my right leg over the left and their eyes follow the movement.
"Listen, I'm asking the questions, I don't have to explain a damn thing to any of you." Feeling my temper rising, I take in a few deep breaths because when I get really angry, I cry and it wasn't the time for tears.
Sebastiano leans forward, confusion and anger prominent on his face. "The answer if fucking obvious, we came back for you." He tells me, glancing at Nazaire, whose eyes were trained on me this whole time.
"Bullshit, now if you're done, I have things to do, you can find your way to the door that you're so familiar with". Standing up, I leave them.
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Sebastiano's P.O.V
What the fuck just happened? I was left confused, angry, and happy after the encounter with Imani. Confused and angry at the way she talked to us, I personally wanted to bend her over the couch and fuck that attitude out of her. I was also happy that I got to see her face after months of being asleep, she was as gorgeous as before, but she changed, physically and emotionally.
Emotionally, she was trying to stay distant, I felt and saw her fight off her feelings for us. She looked at us like we broke her heart, like she couldn't trust us anymore, like we betrayed her.
Physically, she was glowing, her hair had grown longer, her body looked more tone, she looked like she had been thriving without us.
I had woke up three days ago and was discharged yesterday, it took a day's drive to get here. I had thought Imani would have been happy to finally see us, but I should've known shit wasn't going to go our way.
We were shocked to find all her belongings packed in boxes. I was livid when I saw her exit from another man's car, her giggling and smiling at him pissed me off more, but my heart broke when the sight of us caused her to lose that smile. She wasn't the bright and cheerful Imani, that I spent previous months with, her eyes held pain and coldness when she looked at us.
Turning towards Nazaire, who's been quiet this whole time, I interlace his fingers with mine. "Ci odia, vero?"(She hates us, doesn't she?) I question leaning back onto the sofa.
"She doesn't hate us, she's pissed at us, and she has every right to be, I should of contacted her when we were away but I fucking didn't".
"What the hell baby, why?" He pulls his hand from mine and begins running them through his hair.
"I didn't want her worrying, I thought she would have been fine but I was obviously wrong, now she has this bâtard in her life, making her smile and shit, she's moving, and she won't even talk to us. I messed up".
"Come here Naz" He just sends me a glare, rolling my eyes, I grab him, making sure to be careful of his back, arm and leg and my chest. Bringing him to my side, I wrap my arm around him.
"Don't beat yourself over this baby, even the best of us makes mistakes, Imani is ours, we're going to fight to get her back and that boy she was with, won't be a problem. Did you forget who we were?" I tell him, planting a kiss on his lips.
