𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 || enemies to lovers

•02•

•Alessandra Moretti•

Blood shone on my knuckles and I was panting hard as I glared down at the close to disfigured man sitting in front of me.

'Is it that hard to tell, stupido!' I yell frustratedly.

'Woah, Allesa. Calm down.' Theodore put a hand in my shoulder as I lunged at the man again, he sat in the chair staring back at me, eyes glittering mockingly. He spat out some blood and laughed. He laughed.

'Figlio di puttana.' I curse in Italian, 'motherfucker.' I repeat and shake off Theo, punching the man in the face again.

It had been a few hours and we hadn't been able to coax anything out of this man.

'Tell. Us. Who. Your. Leader. Is. Idiot.' I mutter and smash my fist at his face, blood glistened again, trickling down the side of his face. He barked another laugh.

'You will never find out. I would rather die than tell you.' He grinned maniacally as I turned away.

'Theodore.' I grit my teeth and spit out, 'what do we do now?'

'I think i have a knife, we could reorganize his face. It'd do him good, really.' His slips his knife out the back pocket of his jacket.

'He's obviously been trained take pain.' I groan and wipe the blood off of my hands on his shirt.

'Hey!' He shifts away from me, 'keep your hands to yourself, this shirt is one of my favorite.'

'Why'd you bring it here then?' I roll my eyes, 'you're so stupid.'

'Am not.' He glared and turned to the man, 'I can give you a whole makeover, free.' He waved his hand confidently, as though the man was in for a treat.

He glanced at the both of us in disbelief, probably because we were so unserious. Theo turned to me and I shrugged.

'He can take pain, he's obviously been trained by some other mafia gang. Let's just see how much he can take before he spills out all his secrets.'

He turned back grinning, 'hmm, I feel like you should smile more maybe.'

He traced gently at the side of the man's mouth with the knife, 'maybe I should widen your mouth a bit.'

He shifted uncomfortably and leaned back.

'Ooh, yay, yay.' I cheer sarcastically.

He turns to me and spits, bloody saliva coming out of his mouth. I dodged and said, 'ew. That's disgusting, keep your bloody spit to yourself.'

Theo chuckled.

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'Russian mafia?!' I spat, 'They are all so obsessed with drugs, but I didn't think they'd be willing enough to steal ours.'

Theodore looked disgusted, the man was on the floor unconscious and close to dead. 'I knew it. I'm so smart.'

'I can't believe this.' I stormed towards my motorbike, outside was raining so hard that I couldn't see anything at all.