Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"Move, bitch."
Although, Karlie can be a handful at most times, she keeps things interesting. It's always an adventure with her and her dumb jokes that she finds hilarious.
"This is the last time I'm letting you drive us places." I grunt when she hits my arm that blocks her.
"I want a dog." She grunts, running straight into my arm as she tries to break loose of my grip.
"Don't you want a small dog?" I ask, trying to persuade her way from that demon.
"No! I want that one!" She shouts, finally breaking loose and running towards the black dogs.
I sigh, watching as she talks to the guy. My car is still parked on the side of the road from where she hurriedly parked it so she could get to the dogs.
I tuck my hands into my pockets as I walk over to her. She's already sitting on the ground with this giant ass dog sitting beside her. The damn dog has muzzle around its mouth but leave it to Karlie to coo at it.
As soon as I'm by Karlie, the dog growls, snapping in the muzzle towards me as he stands from his position.
"Easy, boy." She says, softly, scratching behind the dogs ear and somehow, calming it.
"What breed?" I ask, sternly, looking away from the dog and towards the guy selling him.
"Cane Corso." The guy says hesitantly as he looks at Karlie weirdly. I do have to say, it's a sight to see this scary looking dog beside this blonde model.
Karlie cups his face in between her hands, laughing as the dog whined slightly. His coat is pitch black, his eyes are an amber brown, and his ears are pointed. I don't see what she sees in him but whatever.
I sigh, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket before handing the guy a wad of cash. Probably more than he expected by the look in his face.
"We have to get him stuff and bathed." I tell Karlie as she stands and takes the leash off of the guy.
"Thank you!" She says, politely before walking to the car as the dog stares at her in complete awe. This damn dog is going to cause problems.
She puts him in the back seat before standing between the door with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face.
"What's wrong, my love?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist and tucking my head into her neck but watching the dog at the same time he watches me.
"Why does he have a muzzle on?" She asks, sadly.
"He could be violent. If he hurts you, I'm killing it." I say, sternly, listening to her sigh but she doesn't argue back.
She pats the top of her thighs, telling the dog to come to her before she takes off the muzzle.
I shake my head before getting in the car. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So, maybe he's not a people person." Karlie says, shrugging as the dog snaps at another person.
"We're getting him trained to be a guard dog." I tell her, grabbing a bag of dog food off of the shelves. It might not be much training since he's already protective over her but he needs to learn voice commands and be better with people.
"Okay." She sighs, dramatically as she guides the dig towards the collar area. I watch as she chews on her lip, looking at so the different kinds while mumbling to herself.
"He's my scary boy, so he'll need a scary name and a collar to match his personality." She says, looking towards the dog who sits patiently at her feet.
Suddenly, her eyes light up and she gasps, bending down to the dogs level. Which isn't that far since the dog is as tall as her hips.
"Zorro."
The dog barks, making it echo throughout the store. A few people look down our isle to see what dog made loud and deep noise.
She smiles before looking at the collars and grabbing the silver chain one and throwing it into the cart.
"Do you think I could get that blinged up?" She asks with furrowed eyebrows.
"If that's what you want then you'll get it." I tell her, pushing the cart towards bathing area. There's no way that dirty dog was coming into my house.
"Can you call to make an appointment at the vet when we're done?" She asks, wrapping her arms around my waist, placing her chin on my chest as she looks up at me.
I nod, pushing some hair off of her forehead before kissing it, letting my lips linger as I close my eyes. I keep still until Zorror starts growling, making me roll my eyes. It's adorable the Karlie says his name, she rolls the 'R' and gives a slight accent to it.
I don't trust him enough to leave and not worry about him hurting her, yet. Plus, he's not trained so if anyone tries to walk up on her, I don't know what would happen.
"Up, Zorror." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, you ugly bitch! Don't put that on him." Karlie screams at the vet as he tries to put the muzzle back on the dog.
"He's just doing his job. He can't do his job of the dog keeps snapping at him." I tell her while grabbing her hands and making her sit in my lap.
"I don't like it and Zorror doesn't like it either." She says, pouting as she crosses her arms and leans back into my chest.
"It's only for a little bit." I rub her arm to comfort her.
"Hey, I have a show soon." She says, sighing slightly. I furrow my eyebrows at her tone. Normally, she's a little excited about the shows she does.
"Why'd you say it like that?"
"It's more of a project and that's a lot of work and a lot of people I don't like." She says, picking at her nails.
"You don't have to do it. Give me the word and I'll put a stop to it." I tell her, sternly.
