"Se mi vuoi davvero, allora prendimi. Abbatti gli uomini di mio padre e portami in Spagna per essere tua moglie." (If you really want me, then take me. Take down my father's men and take me to Spain to be your wife.)
His eyes flare, and his hands cl...
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❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Hands, Screams,
Dark, everywhere
Blood, everywhere
I hear someone shout my name, but I can't see a thing. I try to shout back but my words are soundless.
My body motionless.
They injected me with something, and now, my senses are all gone. I can't feel, see, hear, or taste the soundless words coming out of my mouth.
It all happened so fast.
My sister
My baby sister
Did they get her too?
God I hope not
My attention gets brought back by Cesar's words.
"You know, i've heard many tales about the Valerio women. Especially their beauty. They did not disappoint."
I roll my eyes, I nurse a drink, the last thing I want is to end up drunk and make a mistake like the last time.
"Especially your future wife, how lucky you are." My eyes narrow, these 'tales' my brother speaks off, I've heard plenty of them too.
However when you've heard the same story over and over again it begins to loose what makes it interesting in the first place.
I heard all about Evzelia Valerio, I know more about that woman's body than the person that came with it.
"She has a kid no? She must take care of herself if she doesn't look like she gave birth at all."
"You like her so much, you marry her."
Do I believe this marriage will bring peace between our families? Fuck no. In my eyes, everyone is an enemy, and my family seem to have an exclusive deep rage for the Valerios, I couldn't care less, as long as I benefit from them.
"And ruin the chance of my brother finding happiness? Sign me up."
"How you never fail to annoy the fuck out of me is incredible."
"You flatter me brother."
"Mira an mis niños llevándose bien." Mother of the year says walking to where we are at the bar. (Look at my children getting along well.)
