"You really need to stop doing that face every time you see me. People are going to think you honestly hate me."
"And you really need to stay out of my life or you so obsessed that you can't?"
"I'm pretty sure you're the one obsessed principessa. I...
"Fuck, I feel insane, but if feelings were to change, I would kill for her
All the blood that I would spill for her."
For Her - Xavier Mayne, Chase Atlantic, ELIO
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TW: violence and stupid man talking shit.
I was determined. I was committed. I'm going to make that fucker live his worst nightmare.
You know when they say they hit the nerve on someone? Well he did that to me.
She might not agree with me or doesn't want to do anything about it, but honestly I cannot do nothing.
So when I left her apartment, I had one thing in mind and I was going until the end with it.
I knew who exactly to call and how to find that fucker. I mean, of course I know my ways into this kinda stuff. I was raise to do this, after all I'm Vittorio and we always get our way.
I could say that maybe I should do things in a different way, that I don't like the way I was taught. But there's a beauty in this, I get to deal with fuckers who touched Alexandra, even if I don't totally approve my dad's methods.
Money has its perks and I'm not a fool, I know the risks. But I also know this is something I should handle my way and not the legal way.
So that led me to be in front of the house of that scumbag. I had found out where he lived and now that I'm standing here in front of his door step, the only thing that is rushing trough my brain is memories of last night.
The way he was grabbing Alexandra and making her uncomfortable, her pleads for me to stay with her and the look on her face after realizing what went down. This is what keeps going over and over in my head.
And I would say that's enough motivation for me go in there an kill the guy, but is not enough for him. Death is not enough for a guy like him.
I take a deep breath one more time before knocking loudly in his door.
I hear someone groaning from the inside and some loud noises of things falling down.
Not a second later the douchebag opens the door and for my pleasure he has a already black eye that I gave him last night.
He stops for a second to analyze me, the look on his face is laughable. I'm pretty sure he has no idea who I'm and what I'm doing here.
"Who are you dude? What you're doing in my house?" He ask me confused and I can still smell alcohol in his breath.
