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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Verena Alana Ravvet:
I wake up with a pounding headache and my back kills me like a mother fucker. Sitting up i groan to hear my shower running.
Who the fuck is in my shower?
Looking around i see a pair of mens shoes and that confuses me even more.
What happened last night?
Did me and Enzo fuck?
Is Enzo in my shower?
Getting up i see that i'm in a mens dress shirt.
Definitely Enzo's from the smell.
As i walk over to the bathroom to tell him to get the fuck out i realise it's open.
I probably shouldn't go in.
I don't know what the fuck tells me to open the door but i do and all of the steam from the piping hot shower rushes out of the room into my face.
"Enzo?" I call but get no response.
"Enzo?" I call louder and i hear a groan.
"Are you just going to call my name or join me?" He shouts back in a annoyed tone.
He has the mood swings of a pregnant women i swear.
"Fuck off." I shout back before brushing my teeth and washing my face.
Walking back into my room i go to my closet to choose an outfit for today. It's going to be fucking long that's for sure.
I have to go with Enzo to two meetings because i showed up with him at the ball and now everyone thinks i'm his partner according to him.
Tori is back and i'm glad she's okay but i definitely need to talk to her too. She must think that i openly spilled her secrets to everyone the minute she left.
I'm pulled out of my thought as the bathroom door opens and a load full of steam comes out. I don't even bother to turn around.
"How kind of you to ask to use my shower." I state bored and all i hear is footsteps.
In one swift motion i'm spun around and pushed against my wall. Enzo is in nothing but a towel, his hair soaked and drops of water trickling down his gorgeous toned, bronzed body.
I don't dare look down as badly as i want to.
"I don't need to ask to use whats mine." He growls and i gulp.
He's not in a good mood today and it excites me.
It's a sick thing to have fantasies about.
Enzo angrily fucking me but i can't help but wonder what he'd do to me if i push his buttons just a little bit.
