Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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Emi POV I look around my room with my brows furrowed, it was light outside, so I'm sure it was the next day. I woke up ten minutes ago and have been sitting in my bed wondering how I got into my room. I was sure that I fell asleep in the car with Lorenzo.
Lorenzo. . .
"Fuck." I curse covering my face. He saw me cry, he saw me break down, I can't believe I had a fucking break down in front of him, then I told him something I haven't even told Sorin. I promised myself I wouldn't talk about that to anyone, my emotions were everywhere yesterday, I don't think I realized what I was doing or saying.
I grip my hair and lay back, turning onto my stomach I shove my face in my pillow and groan. He didn't judge me though, as a matter of fact, he held me and let me cry, he didn't see me as weak. I'm definitely surprised by his actions, but at the same time, touched?
She won't come near you again, I won't allow it. His words replayed in my head. I sit up and sigh
"Don't think too much into Emi, he was just saying to make you feel better" I say to myself. Right. Lorenzo doesn't like me, and I'm definitely not supposed to like him, I'm here to kill.
"M! Are you awake!" Sorin yells from outside my room door.
"If I weren't, I would be," I said. Sorin took that as I cue to walk in, he shut the door behind me and ran over to my bed flopping down.
"Hello Sorin" I smile
"Hey," He said giving me a half-smile. I look at him concern written in my face.
"You ok?" I asked, knowing his half-smile meant something was bothering him.
"Yeah I'm fine" He replies
"Liar," I said.
"M I'm fine, the question is are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" I said without hesitation. Sorin goes quiet. Ok?
"Are you positive you're ok?" He asked again.
"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.
"Because, yesterday Lorenzo was carrying you to your room, and I was waiting by your room to see you and I saw that—"
"Lorenzo carried me to my room?" I asked cutting him off.
"Yeah" He replied
"That's a joke right? " I said.
"Nope, I offered to put you in bed but he wouldn't let me and said he'd do it himself" He adds. I got a weird feeling in my chest when he told me that, to think Lorenzo carried me inside and even laid me in bed himself, it's hard to believe. He could've woken me up in the car but instead carried me.
"Why are you smiling?" Sorin asked. I hadn't even realized my lips formed a smile until he said something, I quickly stop smiling and clear my throat.
"No reason. . . I need to shower," I said, standing up and walking to the bathroom.
