His fingers brush up my skin, rolling my shirt up. His lips were on mine. His mouth travels from mine all the way down to my collarbone.
"Luca." I moan breathlessly from his soft open-mouthed kisses
"𝑆𝑖, 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑜."
Fuck, his Italian accent wa...
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I slam the door getting into my fathers car knowing it'll piss him off. I wanted to kill him for what he said to Alessia. How dare he disrespect my girlfriend, the granddaughter of Salvatore fucking Ferrari?!
"Watch the door."
"Watch your fucking mouth then." I snarl
"Get rid of that fucking attitude right now. Why should I trust her? Why should my men be working to protect her."
"My men. You said two nights ago. They're my men now. You're just too fucking stubborn to back down and let me take over. But let this be clear to you Lorenzo, if you call Alessia a whore one's more time, then I won't hesitate to put a damn bullet in your head."
He stays quiet and rolls his eyes.
"I'm not fucking with you. I mean it." I say
"Yeah yeah, keep running your fucking mouth. You're nothing without the empire I built for you. No one cares about someone like you, a fucking lowlife killer. If anything I'd watch her and Silas. How do you know they're not fucking each other now that he's back. You gotta remember that he was the first man she ever loved. A woman never forgets that." He says
I knew he was trying to bait me and god was it working.
"If I'm a lowlife killer then what are you. Huh? A fucking excuse of a father, I'll tell you that."
He laughs loudly. "Go fuck yourself Antonio." he says using my middle name.
I ignore his comment and we ride back to the city in silence. Once we get home I get out and slam the car door again, sure it was petty but I knew it would only anger him more.
I walk in the house and see my mom setting the table for dinner. She looks up and smiles at me.
"How was it? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It was boring. Your husband is mad at me."
"Why?" She asks
"Called my girlfriend a whore and I threatened to murder him for it." I say with a shrug at the end
My father walks in the room and my mother scowls him. I smile to myself knowing she'll tell him shit for slut shaming Alessia.
"What's the matter with you? Calling that girl names, you're lucky her grandfather was not there. He'd kill you for that Lorenzo. Use your head for once and don't you dare insult her one more time. Slut shaming women, as if you don't have a wife or a daughter."
"Fucking snitch." He grits at me.
"Don't care." I say and walk up to my room. I remove my jacket and throw it onto a chair.
I pick up my phone to call Alessia but she doesn't answer. I then dial Enzo but it goes straight to voicemail. I lay my head back into my pillow and close my eyes
