𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑯𝑵𝑶 - was untouchable.
A self-made success, her grounds rebuilt and scars healed by herself, she was every man's dream. Her life was mapped out, every step calculated-until he happened.
The world knew him as a champion, one...
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CHĄPTER SIXTEEN ❦
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Through all the chaos since our arrival I finally managed to sneak away from all the people and breath some fresh air.
Who knew there would be a ton of mafiothic freaks in the building: (which is far more ginormous than I'd expected) waiting for us with prepared buffets and large smiles on their faces: fake and not.
I lost count of how many pathetic looks I got from everyone screaming one single thing in particular: „poor thing, you're being held hostage" and I honestly want to throw up.
As I stand on some random terrace I found having some space and peace for the first time in hours I hear the door behind me click open and my eyes roll all the way to the back of my head.
No effort is made from me to turn around neither make small talk with whoever is standing behind me right now, instead I put my focus on the view before me taking in all the skyscrapers and buildings.
That's until my peace is ruined once same person walks up right beside me. From the sizes of their body, their height and the black hair strands poking over their forehead I have a clear idea who it is. And once their husky cologne hits my nostrils I try not to inhale Milano's intoxicating presence.
He clears his throat but before he can speak I do it for him.
„ Leave me alone." Is all I spit out before I lean forward on the fence refusing to have him in my eyesight.
A chuckle escapes his mouth which has me biting on my lip in annoyance.
The audacity this man has is ridiculous. Why can't he just leave me be for once instead of constantly getting in my space and making everything worse.
„ Don't you think your little dress is too short to be leaning forward like this, bambola?" His deep voice entangled with a hint of mockery echoes straight into my ears. („doll")
The pink ballet stripe dress I picked earlier today runs in fact short and I know my ass is poking out in the position I'm standing right now but there's not a single ounce in me that cares.
All I feel is rage and annoyance from having him be anywhere near me and if he doesn't leave soon I'd go nuts.
Yesterday I might've had no left energy in me for any emotions other than sadness and defeat but today is a freshly new day in which I happen to have an overflow of energy.
