Briella,17, never had a stable family set up. She was left alone by the age of 7, to fend for herself. Her father hated her, abused her for her whole life. Briella usually got into trouble with the law. She has never trusted anyone before in her lif...
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Scar and I drank all night, we talked about the most stupidest things ever. He talked about our childhoods, our siblings, our favorite things and even the movie "Flushed Away."
Yeah, flushed away.
I'm a little bit drunk so why not text everyone?! That's the best thing a drunk person can do!
Fat juicy slutty sibling cult
Me: now from the top, make it drop
Drodro🗿: Brie did you take my slides?
Ham🦧: THATS SOME WET ASS PUSSY
Coco🤡: Pls stop
Me: GET A BUCKET AND A MOP
Ham🦧: FOR THIS WET ASS PUSSY
Bruno no no no: IM TALKING WAP WAP WAP
Me: YES BRUNO JOIN US
Before Beck, Bruno and I could finish our trio duet, Scar walked up to me, looking a bit more serious. Tonight's our last night here in Italy, we were going to stay for a week but something else popped up.
"We have to go right now" Scar sternly told me.
"Wait what? Why?" I asked.
Scar frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair, his playful emotion was now replaced with seriousness and concern. "A warehouse has been invaded, a few people have been hurt..."
His information instantly sobered me up, I know how much Scar genuinely cares for his workers. As much as I wanted to stay, I knew we had to go.
"Okay...is the jet ready?" I asked Scar, worry painted his face.
"Yep, let's go baby, let's get our things" he whispered, holding his hand out for mine. I immediately placed my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Before leaving a left a 200€ due to the amazing night we had, the workers deserve it!
We hurried back to the villa.
I will never forget the hot sweaty sex we had there *tear drop*
I packed all my shit and walked into the foyer of the villa, finding a disoriented Scar. It was obvious that he wasn't telling me the full severity of the situation.
"Scar," I called out. "Who was hurt in the incident?"
He broke eye contact immediately, bit lip his lip and scratched his head.
