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15

LORENZO

"Will you fucking stop" I grit out 

I don't even know why I'm snapping at him when he's done nothing but I'm in a bad mood and he's the only one near me right now. 

He stops bouncing his leg up and down and gives me a look that says I'm crazy "What's got your panties in such a twist" he wiggles his eyebrows and I shoot him a glare and get up from the couch muttering a 'fuck off'

He lets out a small laugh and follows me to the mini bar as I pour a drink to get my head clear. he leans on the counter and gives me a smug look "Oh I think I know what's this about" he takes the glass of whiskey which I poured for myself and I shake my head at him. He's really testing me right now

He settles down on the nearby couch and raises his eyebrow at me "Or who" he says suggestively.

I grit my teeth harshly and slam the bottle down. The last thing I need right now is to talk about her. The fucking bitch. She's been messing with my mind ever since I saw her in that fucking party. I'd been actually looking forward to have a good time that day but it had turned out to be a disaster. 

He grins when he sees my reaction and whistles "I never thought I'd see a day when Lorenzo Rosiello would have girl problems". He's enjoying this too much. But I can't say that I blame him either. He's not seen me react this way about anyone and I don't like the fact that she has turned my life upside down since the day I saw her across the room.

I had heard rumours which started a year ago about someone who killed ruthlessly and never misses her aim. First no one knew the name but slowly it came to the knowledge of everyone that it was her. People only knew her as the daughter of America's don but nothing more than that. 

But when it started, it spread like wildfire. Her name was everywhere and people became terrified of her. Of her name, of what would happen if they ever crossed her path. Whereas many people admired her work which only gained her respect from others. 

Not many people knew how she looked but they feared her name. It was whispered lowly among people as if they were afraid they would summon her just by saying her name too loudly. I didn't want to believe the rumours. 

I couldn't believe that the girl I knew was the same person who would kill someone without a care. I had seen pictures of her victims and had to almost close my eyes from the sight of them. Not because they were too much for me but because it was too much for the girl I used to know, used to love. 

So I didn't believe a word they said. Didn't accept the fact that she was the same person I fell in love with. But that changed the day when I saw her again for the first time in years in the party. The closed off look, the hatred that was in her eyes for me slapped me in the face and told me to believe the rumours. 

But it was not until I saw her on the deck with her hand wrapped around a man's neck and her blade digging into his skin that it finally settled in. She had changed. More that I could have ever believed was possible. But I don't know what happened. What could have possibly changed her so much that she looked me in the eyes and not showed a flicker of emotion. 

I had almost believed that she was someone else. Because I didn't want to believe that she was the same girl who I had fallen for all those years ago. I don't even know why I was so surprised.  Even back then she had only played with my feelings and I had realised just how easy it was for her to leave me.

She hadn't changed, she was always a fucking bitch who knew how to use people and throw them away. I had learnt my lesson six years ago that love was a fucking waste. You give too much and end up losing it all.