"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
DESPITE HOW MESMERISING his eyes can be, and how easily I seem to get lost in them, right now, they hold so much anger I find myself almost taking a step back.
I hide my shock and nerves as best I can, and choose to show my confusion instead. Why the fuck is he here?
I know he and Zayn are friends, but I didn't know their friendship would have Luca basically working for Zayn.
The more I think about it, I remember the first time Zayn told me about it in the hall after we were packing up the assembly chairs. Luca hit him when he started to mention his name. Maybe he was gonna say that Luca knows the place, but Luca didn't want me to know.
Why the fuck not?
When he speaks, it stops my train of thought and the deep rumble of his voice as he steps closer to me sucks all my attention even if I try to tune it away from him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I could say that same about you."
"I didn't tell you I wasn't coming here, did I? No. So tell me, why the fuck are you here if you told me you weren't coming?"
I start to get pissed off at his demeanour, and the still hormonal side of me hates it even more. "Changed my mind. What about it?"
He opens his mouth to speak again, but quickly glances around us and straightens out, running his hand down his jaw and my eyes follow the movement, and when he turns his head to look at the other side of the workshop, the muscles in his neck ripple under the surface of his golden skin.
Why the fuck does he have to look so good? It's not fair.
All of a sudden, he grabs my arm and starts pulling me along with him as he walks towards the door that Zayn and I came in through while I try to pull my arm out of his hand to no avail.
He doesn't stop walking until we reach the door, which he pushes open and much more gently pushes me out of, him following until we're both out in the small corridor and he shuts the door behind him.
"What the fuck?" I rip my arm out of his and whip around to face him, getting more pissed off every second.
"Why'd you lie to me?" He spits, glancing up and down the corridor before settling his sharp gaze on me.
"I didn't fucking lie, I just changed my mind. It's called the workings of the mind. It happens. Get over it."
He just gets madder. "I can't fucking get over it, you don't know the people in this place, the shit they do-"
"So why the fuck are you here, huh? You some sort of special god they worship enough to not do the shit they'd supposedly do to me?" I cut him off, getting just as mad.
Why does he get to make fucking knives or whatever, but I don't? I don't even want to come here again, I just want the money I'll get from the shit I gave Marco, and that's it.
