Rage

♠FOUR♠

Sal was in the shower and i honestly didnt want any drama, so i grabbed a pillow and headed downstairs, as rich as he was, he couldn't make a visitor or guest room in his palace he had multiple rooms, my question was what was behind the doors, what was so mysterious about it, that he kept them locked.

If he calls me Amore one more time, ill loose my anger again, i didnt know Italian words so who knows what insult or animal he's calling me. Im of no doubt lawrence was the one who told him, the little i said about myself.

He was going to regret bringing me here.

•Salvatore Camara•

I dont care if she hates me or not, i wanted her with me and i was certainly going to get it. I always get what i want and no one questions it, she might have seen me as the devil but thats nothing new, everyone calls me that and even though my mother hated the title and tried to stop it by every means, it was pointless, im not trying to scare anyone or force them to fear me, this was what i grew into, a murderer, i know damn well my fat her wanted his name in good hands but i would no doubt love to ruin his reputation by all means.

The devil is supposed to be his title because thats who he truly is, i only grew into a bad name, why? Because of the moron who i called a father.

A father isn't someone who abuses his son, a fathers doesn't use his belt on his son, a father doesnt threaten to end the life of his son, a father doesnt cut your skin as a punishment, does he?

Soo much more, but who'd care for the other side of the story, no one, one just chooses to be like this, to be terrible, and to be the devil.

Now i have Raquel here, she'll never leave me. If it meant chaining her to me, i would, she is my property and i own her whether she liked it or not, i wouldn't fail to remind her.

I didnt need someone to accompany me, i needed a distraction, she fitted right into that place, she was beautiful and any one who couldn't see that needed glasses, she was built like a tall glass of wine and damn it, did it make me feel some time of way.

She would be mine and mine only.

I leave the shower and notice she's gone, the way she tenses up around me and tries to hide it, it amuses me. I need more than that, i want her to beg and cry to live. If she's so tough, why cant she stay in the same space as I.

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I drink up the cup of coffee, Dior had made for me, i glanced at a sleeping raquel. she looked peaceful, like she had no worries, nothing to bother about when i knew for a fact, she bothered about everything.

Our feelings are mutual, Raquel, i hate her as much as she hates me, i hate her Goddamn attitude, she was fast to judge. Her eyes were judging and she needed some help with that rage. I didnt mind the damage she caused yesterday. Money wasnt the problem.

The problem was her, Didnt her mother teach her how to control herself.

"Is she dead?" I ask, its 10:15, and beauty is still at sleep, Dior looks at me a bit shocked. "Ofcourse not, she's still breathing" she said as we both watch her.

Or maybe i should kill her, after all, My brothers expect that, her father is more than a threat to the mafia, and its stupid of me, not to kill her but she's way more interesting than the people ive killed, the others beg and plead for their lives, she doesnt, she doesnt beg.