Warrick Ellio Giovanni:
"Grace." Is all i can muster out as i rush over to her for a hug.
I just need to feel her in my arms again.
I don't miss the slight flinch in her as i bring my arms out to her. I pull her into me feeling her freeze completely.
Somethings wrong.
"Hi Lio." She mumbles sounding overwhelmed so i pull back to see her with a small smile.
Looking beside her i see a man i've never seen before. He looks familiar but i just can't piece where i could know him from.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Who the fuck is that?" All of us question and the mans brows furrow, at me personally.
The man walks past me, ignoring my presence completely, and put's his hand out to Enzo.
"Adam Nicolić." He shakes my brother's hands and i grow more and more annoyed.
"Arik Giovani." My brother replies cautiously as 'Adam' greets Enyo next.
"Maybe we should go inside." Grace clears her throat awkwardly as she get's closer to the man.
What the fuck is this shit?
"You aren't fucking coming inside of my house, you probably have a fucking bomb on you for all we know." Enzo scoffs.
"I'm too selfish to have a bomb on me because then i'd die too, ass hole." Grace replies and i internally smirk.
I've missed that smart mouth.
"She's coming in." Verena glares at Enzo before she walks over to Grace and pulls her in for a hug.
She didn't flinch when Verena hugged her?
"No the fuck she's not." Enzo grunts back.
"Yes the fuck she is." Verena challenges him and i laugh at them both internally.
"Close that smart mouth before i find something else to fill it." My brother replies and i crack a snort.
They both look at me angrily and i try to hide my chuckles at Verena's red face.
Enzo was minimal on the details but he told me, Enyo and Val that he had fucked her. The sounds were enough though so we whined him up until he told us what happened.
"Brother just let them in, she owes us an explanation don't you think?" I raise a brow as i turn to Grace and she roles her pretty eyes at me.
We all walk inside and sit on the, now clean, dining table. Everyone stares at each other in silence but i use this time to glare at the fucker in front of me who glares back harder.
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The Art Of Betrayal
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