I cannot understand her pain.
I will not try to.
She just found out that her father is exactly the type of person she thought he was, and that in my opinion might just be worse than finding out he isn't.
"I really hate it when you speak in Russian to me" She grumbles at my response and looks up at me with those brown eyes of hers.
I sit down next to her and turn to her.
"And why is that Маленький монстр" I smile taunting her
She shoves into me.
" See what the fuck does that mean" She shakes her head
"that's for you to find out"
She shudders and leans her head back onto the wall.
"What are you thinking" I ask her
I'm intrigued by her, I'm not going to lie. She has this thing about her that ... I don't know.
I just don't know.
But I want to figure her out.
"why would I tell you, of all people what I'm thinking" She scrunches her face as if the thought of it is absurd.
"I am here with you am I not" She seems taken aback by that response but quickly covers it up
"And you will be six feet under if you continue to agitate me" I laugh at her threat and she gives me a questioning look.
"Can you seriously not understand what the fuck just happened, what I just found out, do you seriously think I'm in the mood for your games. If anything I'm shocked you haven't killed my father, I'm distraught that you guys haven't done that. I hate you for it." She lifts herself from the wall and tries to walk away.
I don''t know what the fuck just triggered her but I grab her hand and pull her back as I stand up.
"You can hate me , but you have no reason to, everything that has happened even keeping you here was a result of your actions, Its always your fucking fault, If you want your father dead you should've done it when I asked you to." She looks like she wants to kill me right now.
"But you didn't you know why, because the great Ariana Valenci is afraid, she is afraid of loosing something she never had, A dad" I continue
She always looks like she wants to kill me.
"Shut the fuck up" She punches my chest and shoves me out of her way.
I'm wounded.
"make me" I scoff and she turns around and looks at me as if I've murdered her dog.
"Do you want to loose your tongue?" I don't think I've ever seen her more serious
"You've threatened to take much more when you were sitting on me in my club" She rolls her eyes and walks out of the room.
I follow her out and walk into my office.
I'm meant to finalise some meetings with our allies and check on some people who owe us money for drugs.
But I cannot focus on anything when she is here. That's why I left when I kept her here last time. She fucking distracts me.
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Broken Constellation
Romantizm"blood on your hands they say- as though it stops there ; at your wrists, like a glove as though you could do all of this and there couldn't be a part of you that isn't stained or dripping" They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons an...
