ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ (*Completed*)

Chapter: 19

Nemesis Ferrari's POV

Aria... Aria... She is so done. "Aria, we need to talk," I said, glaring at her. Dante and Aria got up together. "Personally," I added, my eyes fixed on Dante. He looked surprised, while Aria started shivering in fear. I walked upstairs to one of the rooms, guessing it was hers. Aria followed, her steps hesitant.

"Lock the door," I ordered. She complied, and we were alone.

"You are Aria Delaney," I said, still shocked. She nodded, biting her nails in stress.

"Stop this shit," I said, grabbing her hand. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. Those eyes...

"Why are your eyes so..." I began, stunned. No... No! I shouldn't look at her that way! She lied! She is Dante's girl toy! I cannot fall for her!!

"You know Italian," I said, glaring at her again. She nodded.

"How?" I snapped.

"You know, school teaches any language you want," she said with a shrug.

"Why did you lie?" I asked, my tone softening despite myself.

"Because I was curious to know who Dante really is," she said, closing her eyes as tears began to fall.

"Hey, why are you crying? Shhh," I said, pulling her into my arms to calm her down.

"You won't tell Dante, will you?" she asked, looking up at me.

"I have to, otherwise... I'll be dead," I said, managing a small smile.

"You can lie," she suggested. Why is she so magnetic? Why do I want her? Why do I want more of her?

"If you ask, I would lie for you," I whispered, winking at her. She blushed. She's so pretty...

"What do you want in return?" she asked, hugging me tightly. Damn... Her body.... She's so warm... She can hear my heartbeat, damn...

"Friendship?" I suggested with a smile. She stepped back, and I realized I wanted her love, her glances, her smile... only for me.

"Sure!! Then, Me & You. Friends!!!" she said, holding out her pinky finger. I did the same, and we pinky promised. She giggled. We walked out of the room.

"So? What did you do?" Dante asked, his jealousy palpable.

"Nothin' boss, I had a doubt she was Italian, she knows a little of it," I joked.

"Oh really, mami," she teased, and everyone laughed.

"I am not your mami!" I yelled at her. Dante looked at me and smiled.