Poisoned Love

Chapter Eighteen: Excuse Me, What

TW:Fighting, mentions of sexual assault, beating and drugging

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G I A N N A

I was still pissed at Nicholas after we messed around but it was good I had to admit, the man had a reputation for a reason.

"I'm going to shower now. You can go deal with your brothers if they heard us, if they are even awake still." I said as I got up out of the bed.
"Fuck I forgot it's already 1am." He said as he got up and started walking in my direction.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said as I stopped him with my hands against his chest.
"Going to take a shower. You aren't the only one who is a hot, sweaty mess." He said matter of factly.
"Ok and? Go take a shower downstairs if you need one." I said holding my ground.

"And here I was hoping we had made progress after all that." He said as he pointed to the bed.
"I told you before this changes nothing and I still hate you, now go take a shower downstairs before I change my mind and make you sleep on the floor tonight."
"Fine, boss." He said as he walked out the door.

I got into the bathroom and locked the door. The last thing I needed was Nicholas walking in trying to start something, because honestly I don't think I would stop him.

I started the shower and let the burning hot water run down my body as I ran my fingers through my long brown hair, making sure to get all the knots out that Nicholas had left.

I could feel the water turning my skin red but I didn't care.

I finally let myself think about what has happened in the past three months. I had lost the only family I had left, killed my own brothers, almost died, moved to a different country, and am now having to deal with people I just wanted to leave in my past.

I think that was the biggest reason I'm so mad that the Romano's had followed me to Russia, they remind me of everything I was trying to escape.

I turned off the shower and stepped out finally realizing that I was crying, the water must have distracted me, along with my thoughts. I couldn't even remember the last time I thought about how I felt. I know I've been through a ton of shit in my life but I never had time to focus on it.

I've been killing people since I was 14, eight years of my life that I've been destroying families and ruining myself in the process. That's why I had to leave the Romano's, they made me feel and that was just too much to process.

I threw on a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, and put my hair into braids. I looked in the mirror and my face was red along with my eyes from crying, I splashed water on my face and I tucked my emotions to a deep part of my mind and became the heartless assassin everyone expects me to be, again.

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N I C O H L A S

As soon as I got downstairs my brothers were already looking at me with a smirk on both of their faces, mostly Matteo.

"Don't even start. I'm going to shower." I said not even looking in their direction.
"Bro you finally got with her. You've been trying for the past two months and you don't seem too happy about it." Matteo said.
"Matteo's right, what's your problem?" Luca added.

I stopped and turned in their direction, letting out a sigh in the process.

"She still hates me so it was just a meaningless thing for her, we didn't even fuck either. I'm not surprised that it was meangingless, fuck she's been staying in this casino as a stripper for a month! I'd be dumb to think she's not fucking around!" I said as I slammed my hand down on the bar.