I never believed in hell. Not until I met the Giovanni's. 3 devils with no mercy.
Arik Vincenzo Giovanni made my life a living hell. I was once a normal girl, a normal girl who was turned into a ruthless killer.
There's a phrase I could never get...
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Verena Alana Ravvet:
"Pleaseeeeeee." I quite literally beg my two best friends to not make me do this.
For the past 20 minutes I've been lying down on my hotel room bed, begging them to leave me at home and go clubbing without me.
We're in Italy, Sicily, because my best friend, Satori had something to do with business here?
She barely told me and Azara, my other best friend, anything but she payed for us both, so I'm not complaining.
"Verena we're in Italy, you need some Italian dick!" Satori exaggerates.
Ever since we came to Italy both of them won't shut up about "Italian dick".
Well mostly just Satori seeing as she's the Italian.
"I like being a virgin thanks but you two can go get some." I role my eyes at the two of them.
To be honest I could do with clearing my mind and having some fun just this once. One night can't do much right?
Both of them sigh and I know they won't give up.
I never enjoyed drinking because whenever I do I can't handle it. I'm a "lightweight" as Azara puts it.
"For fricks sake, fine!" I huff, getting off of my bed.
"Fucking finallyyyy!" They both drag out making me once again, role my eyes at how dramatic they are.
I take a quick everything shower, wanting to look good seeing as i don't usually get dressed up.
When i come out in a hotel robe i see Azara and Satori grinning at me crazy.
Great.
I should have know better then to think that they wouldn't get me all dressed up. Walking in to the room Azara goes to my wardrobe looking at all of the dresses I brought to take back home.
I suppose i could spare one for tonight.
Of course Satori is already in my Victoria's Secret's bag. I bought a few pieces of lingerie (forced to buy) by my best friends. There always telling me how gorgeous my body is which is one thing I can't disagree on.
My big breasts, something my mothers side blessed me with, fits perfectly with my small waist and wide hips along with my large back side. My cinched waist and thick back side took a lot of hard work in the gym but i got there in the end.
Azara pulls out a short, glittery, jet black dress, i brought a few days ago. I was planning to wear it for my birthday but apparently not anymore.
I wouldn't say i'm tight with money but i always appreciate it as a girl who never grew up SUPER wealthy like the rest of the kids in my town. Regardless, i was always grateful for a roof over my head and basic necessity's to keep me alive.
