I never believed in hell. Not until I met the Giovanni's. 3 devils with no mercy.
Arik Vincenzo Giovanni made my life a living hell. I was once a normal girl, a normal girl who was turned into a ruthless killer.
There's a phrase I could never get...
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Arik Vincenzo Giovanni:
"I thought we were working today?" God she can't keep her fucking mouth shut for more then 2 seconds. I glare at her wanting to rip her head off, walking away before i actually do it.
Even having witnessed me murder two people in front of her eyes, she has no control over her mouth. Every time i look at her i see the fear in her eyes as much as she tries hiding it, and it makes me want to grin every time i see it.
She fears me.
Her friend has no value and i was going to kill her off the scene but Enyo insisted that we didn't. Who the fuckknows why, he probably just wants to make her his new whore, it's not a major inconvenience but we don't need her.
If he doesn't get her under control i'll have no issue slitting her throat.
Before i can open the car door my phone rings. It's Warrick.
"Ciao, Rick che cos'è?" I ask a little agitated. If this isn't important i'll beat the shit out of him. Not really though. (Hello, Rick what is it?)
"Fratello, abbiamo un grosso problema, cazzo." He sound's stressed. (Brother, we've got a major fucking problem.)
"Aspetta fuori dal mio ufficio, sto arrivando." I reply getting into my black, matte Dodge Demon speeding off. My favourite fucking car, never let's me down. (Wait outside of my office i'm on my way.)
I speed past all of the car's making it back to the house. As i walk in all of the guards look down and greet me out of respect.
Chef's are already prepping dinner and maid's are cleaning the rooms, not that theres much mess here. I'm a clean person if i do say so myself.
As i expected Warrick is standing outside of my office waiting impatiently.
"Fratello." He greets me nodding his head. I walk into my office heading over to my whiskey. I pour myself a glass, pouring Rick one while i'm at it. He's always tense but right now he looks nervous?
I sit down lighting up a cigarette as Rick does the same. He gulps down the whiskey sitting back and sighing.
"What is it Warrick, i don't have all day." I sigh too.
"Oh, right." He clears his throat as if he forgot what he was here for in the first place.
"Sylas." That poisonous name comes off of his tongue. I immediately feel anger rise inside of me at the mention of Sylas Reign.
He stares at me waiting for a reaction, he can probably already sense i'm getting angry as he continues.
"Rumours have been going around he's come out of hiding." He says beating around the bush. These rumours are nothing new, they've been going around for at least 6 months now, but he's made no moves. Yet.
