Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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I relax my muscles as the warm water hits my back, it calmed my nerves and cleared my mind. I start working for Lorenzo today, I wonder what it's gonna be like. Is he actually gonna give me work to do? Or is he just gonna make me stay by his side and do nothing?
I sigh and turn off the water, it made my heartache to get out from a nice shower, but I couldn't stay in there forever. I open the shower door and step onto the flooring, I was a bit disappointed that there wasn't a carpet because now the floor is wet. I grab my towel and start to dry myself and my hair. I look around the bathroom admiring it, it was just like the rest of the house, cozy, and I wasn't complaining.
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I wrap my towel around me and exit the bathroom, when I enter my room I stop right in my tracks. A woman was sitting on my bed, she was staring directly at me. I then remember the woman from the small cafe, she's Lorenzo's sister, well one of them. Why was she in here?
"About time you got out, I thought you planned on staying in there forever" she smiles showing off her pearly whites.
"Can I ask why you're in here? As you can see I have on nothing but a towel" I said.
"Oh I know, and personally I'm enjoying the view" she smirks. I stare at her wide-eyed, wait is she...
She stands up and makes her way over to me, she stood in front of me, she had to be at least 2 inches taller than me, maybe it was the heels she was wearing.
"Emi is your name, right? Or do you prefer She Devil?" She asked stepping closer. God she was close, I stared up at her starting to feel nervous. Why was I feeling nervous?
"How do you know my name?" I asked
"Enzo told me," she said. Enzo? Does she mean Lorenzo? Is that his nickname?
"Oh, well in that case I prefer Emi," I said. She smiles, her smile was really pretty
"Well Emi, you are really pretty," she said taking a strand of my wet hair and twirling it with her pointer finger.
