𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 |

24
ALESSANDRO VITALE
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Chaos.

That's exactly how I'd describe this evening: complete mayhem. A soothing burn flows down my throat, but it has no effect on the pit in my stomach or the burning in my chest. I'm irritated, pissed, and frustrated beyond belief, yet I'm fucking ecstatic.

I'm relieved that the one person I cared about in this house was safe. Two officers would have been shot dead in my foyer if I had arrived any later, bringing with them a whole new set of problems and asshole cops breathing down my neck. Something I had no desire to cope with.

Unfinished business, or business that I thought was concluded, came back to bite me in the ass. I had a plan for today, and it didn't include my ex-girlfriend showing up at my house and initiating a chain of events that not only irritated me to no end, but also put Amber in a potentially dangerous scenario. I couldn't imagine the situation getting any worse since my pulse would race a thousand miles per second and my fists would grab the glass even tighter, almost attempting to crack it.

Fucking hell.

The woman in charge of the evening's events sat on my couch, applying lip gloss with a mirror in her ruby manicured hands. She appeared to be completely bored, which irritated me even more. "Are you fucking serious?" I ask her as I slam the glass down in the middle of the table, startling her. I would have grinned if I hadn't noticed the faint dread in her eyes, but hearing Amber's laugh with Jade in the kitchen soothed my fury. She's still here.

"You're an entitled bitch showing up here like you own the place." I inform her as I throw my head back towards the ceiling taking a breath. Like a scratched record, her piercing voice screams into the room. "Honestly, she's like a dog Alessandro, I thought you would do better after me."

Franco is the one who shuts her down before I can say anything. "If you don't want to end up with anything more than a scratched up face and ripped out hair, I'd stop with the racist taunts." He informs her in a languid drawl, flicking his knife blade back and forth in a swiping motion. Her eyes rolled. They've never gotten along.  "Why are you even here?" she asks, raising her gaze to him.

"How about you just tell me why the fuck you're here instead of worrying about that?" I ask her, finally take a seat from my stance beside the minibar table. She grins, which causes another roll of irritation to form. I've never felt such a strong hate before. I was once a naïve man so enthralled by her allure that I failed to notice the menacingly disgusting person she was outside of our relationship.

"I've been missing you. Why else would I be here?" she asks, her voice sickening sweet and making me cringe. She was a master manipulator, and even the most simple of men would be drawn in by her charm and become crippled by its effects. These tactics were no longer recognizable to me. "You don't miss me, Gabriella.  It's been two years since we last spoke. Maybe it's time for you to move on. I've certainly done so." I finish with a grin on my face, reminiscing about Amber and how tonight should've gone.

"Time has no bound on love. You may have moved on but you'll never be over me." she says with a sure grin she passes off in confidence. I grunt in annoyance.

"Really?" I inquire, and she recoils with a startled chuckle. During the course of our relationship, I rarely laughed with Gabriella. It wasn't a natural aspect of our relationship. She enjoyed having access to money and presents, while I appreciated seeing her at gatherings. It was one of the main reasons I wanted to marry her and start a family with her. It was effective. "Should I point my gun at your head or thrust a knife into your throat to make my point?" She makes a startled expression before letting out a laugh.