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[3.] What. The. Fuck.

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

I walked into the kitchen humming along to a song that was blasting through my headphones. I'm pretty sure I'm home alone or Vittorio is just super hungover. Not sure how much he drank compared to me last night after I left. He did seem a little hurt on what I said yesterday about, everyone calling him fuckboy Mariano. I wish I was joking but I'm not. I find it fucking hilarious but he seemed a little butt-hurt about it. Looks like I hurt the little bitch's ego.

I started dancing as I cooked myself some breakfast. This is nice, I have a sense of comfort when I dance. In any form really, when I was little I used to take dance class. I was really good, if I do say so myself. I was a professional dancer up until my parents died. After that I dropped it. I couldn't deal with the memory's, the flashbacks.

I plated my food and sat down at the kitchen island. When I finished my food I ran upstairs and put some clothes on. I feel like specifying all of this is boring but I don't care. It's my life, you for some reason are finding entertainment in it. I sat down on my bed and thought about what I wanted to do today. I should take one of the bikes out. I haven't been on a motorcycle in over a month.

We have one of our first assignment tomorrow night, of course I have to pose as a stripper. I'm not complaining, but Vittorio Mariano will see my boobs. So there's that. Might as well use my last bit of freedom while I have it. Because after Tomorrow night we have to lay low. Mainly because we have to steal information, then after we do so we have to sort though the stupid flash drive.

I ran downstairs and then down yet another flight of stairs. I walked into the large garage and over to the small metal box next tot be door. I grabbed the keys to a Harley, and walked over to the gorgeous bike then grabbed a helmet.

This should be fun.

I sat on the bike and kicked up the stand. I opened the garage and started the bike. Oh fuck, that's a sexy noise. I took off down the large concrete path leading to the garage door. I sped past it closing it behind me.

This is really nice. It's refreshing to have this much control at my hands. I haven't felt this much power in quite a while. It's nice to be out here in the morning. I don't plan on stopping till it's dark so here goes nothing.

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That was one of the best things I've done in a while. It's dark now, so that says a lot. I watched the sunset and went on a walk down a cool trail I found. I had some nice conversations with people I've never met before. It was really refreshing talking to someone other than myself, or fuckboy Mariano.

I parked the bike and closed the garage. Once I put the keys back I got a call. I looked down to see it was one of my old friends.

"Hey." I mumbled.

"Don't sound to exited, love." I could smell that motherfuckers smirk. "I traced you're untraceable phone, you should fix that by the way. To see you're in italy." This bitch can trace, track, basically do anything he wants with a fucking computer or any speck of technology in sight.

"Yea." I sighed. "I'm on a mission. Grant put me with, get this, a partner." I explained walking down the large hallway that leads to the staircase.

"Oh shit. Are you okay? This assignment must be bad if he's sticking you with someone. Who is it?" He asked.

"You'll get a kick out of this. Vittorio Mariano." I heard him snort before talking.

"Come visit us Damara! While you're here come say hi. Your goddaughter, Artemis, and I miss you." I could hear the smile in his tone.

"I will. I'll talk to you later James. Bye. Tell them I say hi and that I love 'em." I hung up and walked up the stairs to yet another hallway.

I ran upstairs excited to go to bed. When I reached my door something felt off. I reached for the handle and opened the door only to see Vittorio and another woman on my bed asleep. I quickly grabbed a pillow from the ground and walked over to the side of my bed Vittorio was on.

Then vigorously beat him with it.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You." I hit him once more harder than the rest and the pillow split feathers going everywhere.

"Are you fucking mental?" He growled.

"AM I MENTAL?! YOU'RE ON MY BED NAKED WITH A RANDOM FUCKING WOMAN NEXT TO YOU!" I hissed.

"Fair enough." He shrugged unbothered and the woman sat straight up giving a view of her tits. I definitely could have gone without seeing that today.

"Do you fucking mind?" She rolled her eyes and my head snapped towards her.

"Do you want me to slit your throat?" I tilted my head. "Since I'm feeling generous. I'll give both of you fifteen minutes to pull you're shit together. If she's not gone. I'll kill her." I stormed out of the room, rage filling every bone in my body.

I sat on the kitchen counter stripping my jacket and boots before grabbing the bottle of whiskey. I took a large gulp before putting the bottle down.

After about ten minutes the girl ran downstairs and stared me down, scared shitless. I wiggled my fingers at her with a smile and she ran out of the house.

"Pussy." I mumbled taking another swig of alcohol. Vittorio then waltzed into the room and I got off the counter walking towards him.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him down towards me. I got close to his ear and smirked to myself.

"I'm going to make this so, very very hard for you. You're going to wish I was her, I guess I'll leave that to you're imagination though. This will be a living hell for you. I'll love every minute of this. Got it sweetheart?" I made it a point to say every word seductively, and I even took it as far as to make a small moan pass my lips as I let him go.

I grabbed bottle off the counter and acted like nothing just happened.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date. A date with a bottle of whiskey worth over a thousand dollars." I bowed before walking past his frozen body, then back upstairs. I got into one of the extra bedrooms and jumped on the bed.

I'm gonna have the biggest hangover but I don't care. The look on that man's face was everything I've ever lived for.