||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
I am writing the 59th chapter right now.... And I can't wait to write the 60th, casue there's obviously something going to happen!!!!
Can't wait!!!
Until then, Enjoy this chapter!! *Wiggly eyebrows*
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A knock on my door makes me look up from the file I was reading.
"Come in."
Demitri walked in, a jet black envelope tucked between his fingers.
Fuck.
How did he get his hands on that?
"May I know what is this?" He asked me, holding the envelope in front of us.
"I don't know." I lied.
"Fiore," He sat down on the edge of my bed. "I don't need a birthday party."
"Ofcourse you do."
"I don't." He retorted.
"Why not?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"I don't need birthday parties. I am not a kid anymore."
"Ace had a party for his birthday." I reasoned, even though I knew it was shit.
"Ace is a kid." He deadpanned. "I don't want a party."
"Why not?" I whined.
The past few days have been better at the Russo mansion. The boys are still on an edge, but having been acting better around me. Giovanni literally spends every minute in my room, until Armani comes over from school and pushes him out, only to take up the role.
I was thankful not having seen them the whole day, but here was Demitri.
Ace and Valentino are still a little distant, but we've spoken a few times.
Demitri has gone into some mood; he keeps bickering with me but is also acting over protective.
"You think I'll let you party when you haven't even healed completely?" He gave me a deadpanned look.
