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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Satori Grace Bojan:
"Како то мислиш да је лоше расположен?" (What do you mean he's in a bad mood?)
No.
"Шефе, он је љут, мисли да имаш девојку." (Boss he's fuming, he thinks you have the girl.)
"Зашто би онда, јеботе, био љут? Шта год да јебеш одавде." (So then why would he be fuming? Whatever, get the fuck out.)
My monster.
No.
"I know your awake little one, don't make me open your eyes." His Serbian accent thick.
I open my eyes in a dark bedroom. Small, nothing like the Giovanni's rooms.
"There we go, welcome home, little one." He whispers in my ear making me immediately jump away from him.
"Stello." I breath out with a shaky breath, scared of what's to come.
"How i've missed my name on your tongue." He get's closer to me but i back away.
"Stello please." I beg already knowing what's to come from the look in his eyes.
"It's been so long Draga." He smirks making my heart beat increase, my legs moving further and further away, but theres barely anywhere to go in this small room.
"No." I shake uncontrollably.
He pounces on me making me fall to the ground. I shout out, kicking him off of me but i'm no match for him. He pushes my head down but i don't give up. I kick his stomach making him groan out as i send a right hook into his face.
He stumbles back giving me the freedom to create distance, running to the other side of the room.
"Fucking bitch." He grunts before launching at me again.
I scream when he bashes my head into the wall making me feel weak and dizzy. Blood drizzles down my head into my eyes blurring my vision, red, completely red. I see his huge smirk as he wipes the blood from my eyes like a fucking psycho.
"Look what you made me do draga." He says softly as he pulls out his pocket square, cleaning my forehead.
By now my tears have cleared the blood from my eyes completely, leaving me a weak sobbing mess in front of him.
"Stop fucking crying!" He snaps and i stop immediately or at least try to.
