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DAVIDE was arrogant, the worst nightmare, sh...
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Davina pov:-
I gasped, my eyes widening at the brutal scene unfolding at my side. Two men mercilessly beat another man, his pleas for mercy drowned in the brutality. Across from them, a figure sat calmly, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, the knuckles on his broken hand contrasting the nonchalant demeanor.
"What a day, fuck!" I muttered to myself, unable to tear my gaze away from the violence.
The atmosphere tensed as a gunshot echoed, and my involuntary gasp drew the attention of everyone involved. Hands covered my mouth in horror as I realized the severity of my mistake, freezing both the assailants and the man in the chair. Their eyes bore into mine, registering surprise and confusion.
My attention locked onto the man occupying the chair, an unspoken leader among them. For a brief moment, his eyes widened, but soon, wrath replaced surprise. He rose abruptly, cursing and discarding his cigarette. With a directive to Carlo, he approached me, eyes filled with intensity.
Dressed in blood-stained attire, a black coat, and dark denim trousers, he wielded a bloodied knife. An ancient scar on his left eye added a touch of terrifying allure. "For fuck's sake!" I thought, my heart racing.
He closed in, knife in hand, maintaining eye contact. Fearful, I blurted out, "No, don't come too close! I'm wearing white, can't you see? The blood on your clothes will stain mine," pointing an accusatory finger at him. The unexpected threat left him momentarily speechless.
After a pause, he scoffed and advanced, causing me to instinctively step back, only to twist my ankle. A sharp screech escaped me, and before I could fall, strong arms pulled me toward him. Desperately holding onto his coat, I stared up into his dark brown eyes, a strange connection forming between us.
As our eyes locked, time seemed to halt, and the chaos around us faded into the background. Taking a closer look, his gaze lingered momentarily on my chest before meeting my eyes with brazen confidence. The intensity of the moment left me breathless, a strange tension hanging in the air.
He exuded danger, yet there was an undeniable magnetism that drew me in. In the midst of chaos, an unexpected connection had been forged, leaving me entangled in the unpredictable world that surrounded this enigmatic figure.
No don't think unholy!
My heart raced, threatening to burst from my chest.
I gasped, "Your hand," breaking his trance. He cleared his throat, releasing my waist, but then restrained me again, hands firmly on the railings behind and on either side of me.
I stood my ground, stubborn as ever.
His intense gaze locked onto mine. With a voice almost menacing and eyes filled with anger, he declared, "You know what you have to do." Yet, all he received was my bewildered expression.
