"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
Hey! I want to get to know you guys better, so here's yourquestion of the day...
Road trip 🛣️ or beach vacation 🏝️?
Finally you guys get to meet the Accardi family properly 😍
Enjoy ✨
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Three Weeks Later
"You like that, huh?" I murmured lowly, watching her lick. "Good girl."
She loves praise.
"Does it taste good?" Her eyes met mine but she didn't respond. Her tongue darted out and she just continued to lick as if her life depended on it.
"It's good because it's coming from me, right? No one else can give it to you like I can." I smirked but she didn't reply.
She was too busy.
"The packet says it's mesmerising. Is it mesmerising?" Finally I got a meow, but she barely glanced up from the pouch I was holding to her mouth.
"Finalmente ti ha fatto mangiare, quindi deve essere buono." (It's finally got you eating so it must be good.)
I smiled, stroking her grey fur as she licked the purée coming out the little opening. I was kneeling next to her on the floor in the kitchen when footsteps coming down the hallway startled her.
"Shhh, Lula. Va tutto bene, mangia il tuo cibo." (It's okay, eat your food.) My soft tone seemed to calm her and she moved in closer, licking the purée again.
"Is she okay?" I turned to look at my brother who was watching Lula with a frown. Tristano loved Lula as much as I did, even if Lula hated him.
Lula hated everyone, except for me.
"She's finally eating, it's a good thing."
"Are you sure? You think she needs to see the vet? I can call-"
"No. She's okay, she's doing good." I stroked her fur, squeezing the last of the purée out of the pouch. She'll need another pouch soon, but one for now is good enough.
As soon as it finished, she licked around her mouth and then came in closer to me. She rubbed her head against my leg with a soft purr. It was her favourite way of expressing her affection.
"Vuoi venire a lavorare con me? Abbiamo dei cattivi da uccidere." (You want to come and work with me? We've got some bad guys to kill.) I smiled down at her as she purred.
Lula loves it when the bad guys die.
"Potrei uccidere anche i tuoi zii oggi. Li odi, vero?" (I might be killing your uncles today, too. You hate them, right?)
