Chapter 21

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Bianca Poleman

Bianca Poleman

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Susanna, Ivan. He killed Susanna.

Bianca stood still and frozen to the spot for a few seconds, her stomach churning into a tight knot. She wanted to speak, only to find that words had deserted her. Tears burnt her own eyes but she did not let them escape, she was through with being weak, before anyone and everything.

Blood drained from her face but she instantly snapped back to reality.

"Bruno. Look at me," she said holding his face in her palms again, "Ivan stepped out for a while, we don't need him seeing you like this. I need you to help me. Can you do that for me?" She asked.

Bruno stared into her soul, with glossy eyes, bloodshot eyes, the eyes that used to do a lot more than just strip her naked, those very same eyes that were now just clouded with nothingness.

"He always does this. He always fucking does this. This is the last straw. I'm going to fucking kill him I swear to God!." Bruno yelled throwing the bottle he held against the wall.

Bianca jumped in fright.

"Bruno please. If you show him this weakness he wins. Please. Just let me help you." She pleaded almost desperately putting out her hand for him to take.

He looked at her for a split second. He was drunk but seemed to sober up by looking into her brown eyes. Then he took her hand, to her shock and they left his room.

"I need you to drive me to my penthouse. " He told her as they entered an elevator that would take them to an underground garage, where their cars were parked.

The steele doors opened once they were in the garage. Bruno handed Bianca his black Audi R8 keys leaving her momentarily stunned. She loved this car to the core.

"Are you coming?" He rolled his eyes impatiently

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"Are you coming?" He rolled his eyes impatiently.

This was not the right time to eye fuck Bruno's car, she had more urgent matters to attend to.

She unlocked the car and they both got in. There was no missing her smirk as she entered the keys into the ignition and the engine grumbled  on.

"Leather upholstery and heated and power adjustable seats, oh hell yes!" She smirked clutching the steering wheel.

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