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:
We look homeless.
The hoodies we were given aren't even ours, there huge and grey and very old. Thank gosh there was socks because i didn't want to go barefoot.
We both took a shower to wash off all of the blood from our skin but we also smelt like dog poop. We took our hair down and brushed it out, well at least I did.
Zara has beautiful coils so all she did was wet her hair and apply the conditioner from the bathroom. It took a very long time to detangle it but with my help it wasn't too bad.
I just brushed mine, now letting it air dry.
Even in an ugly track suit Zara looks gorgeous.
Now we just sit and plan what we need to do at dinner before someone comes to get us.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Someone screams from outside.
Our room door opens and Satori is pushing Warwick away from her. He walks away rolling his eyes before Satori tells us to follow her downstairs for dinner. I hug her and say hello to her, sticking to the plan.
Zara just stands and watches which i'm glad about because if she opens her mouth nothing nice is going to come from it.
We are shown downstairs, the stairs being incredibly huge along with the rest of the house. Everything feels comforting and homely around me but at the same time nothing is comforting or homely at all.
We are lead into a room, where there is a long dining table with a runner across it. The table holds many plates of food making me practically drool.
Satori walks over to where Warrick is.
Arik sits as the head of the table with his brothers at the side of him. two seats are free and i'm guessing those are for me and Zara but we don't dare to move.
Satori Grace Bojan:
"Maybe if you moved up then I can fucking pull my chair out." Warrick says annoyingly.
"Oh so you just weren't gonna pull my chair out for me. Classic Warrick only cares about his lazy ass." I reply also annoyed.
"For fucks sake Grace." He replies getting up and pulling out my chair for me.
I hum in approval and he doesn't look at me after that.
Me and Warrick have an interesting history from the past. Once lovers and now Enemy's.
I don't feel anything for him other then lust. When you sleep with someone who is good in bed it's hard to not get flustered around them.
I don't like talking about my past and I don't like to think about it either. I just forget about all of it or at least try to push it out of my mind when it sneaks into my thoughts.
