"Love look at me"
His voice remained deep yet gentle. I still didn't look at him. My eyes wondered everywhere but his eyes. I could feel him getting irritated.
His hand made his way to my throat as he held it. Strong enough to keep me in his grasps...
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///Lousia Pov///
Pain my definition of life. It's always here, and it never leaves. The person who often causes pain is through worse, so I thought, but now I see they are going through nothing.
I woke up with blood-stained hands and body. I ran to the shower, where I was met with a naked Vic.
"Shit, I'm sorry I should have knocked" My eyes traveled down his body covered in Tattoos. All the details, if given a chance, I could look at him all day.
"Like what you see, huh" a chuckle left his lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know" I sent him a small smile?
"Well, I will leave to shower" Vic walked out of the bathroom.
I closed the door and walked in front of the mirror. My eyes watered, seeing my mother's blood on mine. I held my hand out in front of me.
I took my shirt off, seeing the blood was in my skin. I took the rest of my clothes off before getting in the shower—the blood running off me. My eyes are drawn to the blood going down the drain. She's gone.
———————Vincent pov——————
Louisa hasn't been home all night. I tried calling her phone. She didn't answer. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand, and her contact pulled up. Nothing, zero text or calls. I threw my phone across the room. It is 7:30. I headed to her house. She said that's where she is going, that's where she is, right? The drive there was primarily quick because I was speeding.
I get to the house and see the front door open. "Shit." I pushed the door open and saw blood on the floor. My mind instantly thought of Louisa. She was here because of me. This could be her blood on the floor. I pulled the gun out of my back pocket and held it out in front of me. I followed the blood trail up to a room. There laid Lousia's mother. Shot to death. My eyes glanced over the room. I backed up and ran down to Louisa's room. I opened the door; she was gone. Where the hell is she? Who killed her mother? I took my phone out and made a call to my stepfather.
"Vincent cosa sta succedendo non mi chiami mai" His Italian stepfather said into the phone. Translation (Vincent, what's going on? You never call me)
"Una ragazza di casa, sua madre è stata colpita a morte, ho bisogno che tu lo esamini con I tuoi Uomini" I headed back downstairs leaving the house. Translation (A girl from the house, her mom has been shot to death I need you to look into it with your men)
"Vincent, sai che non dovresti abusare del tuo potere per qualcosa del genre. Tutti in quella casa fanno parte della mafia, potete capirlo tutti insieme." An annoyed sigh left his lips. Translation (Vincent, you know you shouldn't abuse your power for something like this. Everyone in that house is a part of the Mafia. You all can figure it out together.)
