His Act of Possession✔️

chapter twenty-eight

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D A V I N A

I groan as we walk around the wedding dress store, and I just want to disappear into the fucking floor.

I didn't think I would be shopping for a wedding dress, that I didn't want in the first place, a day after my Dad banned me from seeing Lorenzo.

If it was in my hands, I would wear something black, or a pant suit because that shit's hot as fuck. But of course, my Father thought it would be weird and embarrassing. In his eyes, a women is meant to wear a long, white dress. Let's break some gender stereotypes.

"I know you don't want to be here, babe." Mom sighs, giving me a small back rub.

"Stop fucking reminding me." I groan, pushing her hand off me.

Her hands run along the dresses that were
put on hangers as she walked past them; She grabs a lace dress. "Try this on." She puts it against my body, and nods in approval.

I roll my eyes, and snatch the dress. I make my way to the dressing room, and with the help of the lady who owned the wedding dress store. I quickly fix it to my own liking, and walk out to see my Mother's reaction. She gasps, her face lighting up brightly.

I just want to go home, drink a whole bottle of whiskey, and just pass out. Is it that hard to do?

"You look gorgeous, babe." She smiles, making me turn around with her hands on my waist.

"It's a bit loose, but I'm sure we can make a few adjustments." She nods in approval.

"Who says this is the one?" I question, glaring at the dress through the mirror.

"I did, I don't want you choosing some gothic, black weird looking dress." She shrugs, and then asks me to take it off so we can pay.

I sigh, and walk into the dressing room, removing it off my body. We go ahead and pay, and I just wallow my self in pity when we reach the limo.

L O R E N Z O

I walk into the house through the front door, and toss the keys onto one of the tables.

"Son." I hear Dad call me, and I groan.

"Yeah." I sigh, walking towards the living room knowing he would be in there.

"I know about you and Diego's girl." He looks up from the newspaper in his hands.

"I'm so excited for the grand babies you'll make for us!" Mom exclaims, walking into the room with her sewing kit in her hand.

"Now, now Valentina," Dad shuts her down, "I know that uh he's quite literally banned you from seeing each other."

"He did what." Mom gasps, looking up from the shirt she's sewing back together.

"Yeah." I scratch the back of my neck, awkwardly.

"You need to cut it off, I'm sorry but I'm with Diego." Dad deadpans, making Mom smack him in the head. "We didn't talk about this!" Mom argues, glaring at him.

"Didn't know I had to tell you everything." He mumbles, which she hears. "Talk to me like that again, and I won't hesitate to leave," She deadpans, getting up and fixing her dress, "You know exactly how I am."

Before Dad can apologize for being an absolute dick, she storms out of the living room, not even looking back.

"Fuck, I'm definitely sleeping on the couch tonight." He grunts, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands.

"You were being a dick so.." I start.

"Shut up. Anyways, you need to cut off all ties with Romano. If you continue to see each other, the Russian's will put a target on our backs, and we don't need that." I sigh, before nodding.

How the fuck am I going to let this down?

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I groan as I hear the phone call go through.

"Hello." Davina's voice speaks through.

"Can we meet up?" I question, groaning when she doesn't answer.

"What's wrong?" She asks me.

Jesus fuck, I'm an asshole.

"I need to see you, meet me at the garden." I don't wait for her reply, and quickly hang up. I grab my keys before walking into the garage. I get into the car, and drive to the garden in her house secretly.

There's a little opening in the back, so I go through there so I didn't have to get caught and then get beat the absolute shit out of.

I rock nervously on my heels, hands stuffed into my pockets.

I see Davina's distant figure, and I let out a shallow breath.

"Hey." She mumbles.

I can't do this.

"I can't do this anymore." I say, with no emotion.

"Do.. what?" She asks.

"This, you were only supposed to be a hook up," I shrug, avoiding eye contact, "So, I'm breaking it off. This isn't worth it, you're not worth it."

I wince at the deafening silence.

"Okay." She says, scarily calm.

"First of all, there was nothing between us, so I don't know what you think we had, but you're clearly delusional. If you thought I would go for a boy like you, you clearly need to get your brain checked. I swear, if you don't get the fuck out of my face in the next second, I'm going to shoot your fucking head off." She deadpans, and I know she's not joking.

She turns around and stalks back into her house. I curse myself as I run a frustrated hand through my black hair before admitting defeat and going back home.

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I drink out of my glass of vodka, eyeing the people watching me.

A blonde girl walks out from a crowd, adding a bit of a sway to her hips. She plops herself onto my lap, and places her hands on my chest.

"What's a man like you doing here?" She smirks, trailing her finger down my clothed chest. I shiver in disgust, trying my best to hide it. I shrug at her question, and down the last of my drink. "Why don't we get out of here." She purrs, whispering lowly in my ear.

"Whatever." I follow her out of here, trying my best to forget about what the fuck happened an hour ago.

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