Rage

♠NINETEEN♠

•Salvatore Camara•

I watch her as she flips her dark brown hair over her shoulders, her nails could cut through glass and her right ear had three pierces, one connecting the other. Basically two.

I would have found her beautiful, if she wasnt a repetitive of everything i disliked; Women that dont get the point. i dont like her and i dont want to get involve with anything about fucking Daya Sincera Allister.

She tightens her arm around my shoulder, God, i knew i should have stabbed Nocco when he introduced me to this greek devil.

I glance at Raquel, no ounce of emotion is shown on her face yet i can tell that she soo much wants to punch Daya. That's one of the difference between me and her, she doesnt hold back when she's angry and as much as i would support her beating anyone up, i cant support her beating up Daya.

Daya is dangerous, every Lady in this fucking room is. They have wild background that can slice any mans head or cut any mans bank numbers into half.

Raquel is vicious and her solemnly expression tells she wont be patient for soo long.

Daya's gaze finally leaves mine, Thank God. Her eyes land on Raquel. She looks almost stunned before she puts on a wide smile. "Sorry, i didn't see you there" she says, Raquel gives her a forced smile. This was alot for tonight.

Raquel orders a drink, one that is too harsh for her, im aware she needs a distraction from Daya, but not with alcohol, she knows im glaring at her but she still connects the glass with her lips.

Everything she does is to upset me, today she was just filling up the list.

"Well, im Daya as everyone knows" she's smiles confidently "Daughter of Don kai Allister of South korea" she says it as if she's the daughter of the president. It pisses me off. Because no matter how sick her father is, the man would go any limits to do any thing for Daya.

Rumor has it, that her 16th birthday, he bought her a yacht and the billion dollar Crest gown, which was tailored for the Queen of England. When the Queen died, the gown was kept as a certain remembrance for her. Than this fucker of a Don came and threw a whole 200 billion for a stupid dress that consist of 50 fabrics underneath each.

What is an 16 year old doing with a yacht and the Queen Elizabeth's dress. I hope her ghost haunts Daya till she gets the cue that her fathers money wont last forever, especially since he's old and sick.

"And i know everyone in this room just as they know me, but you.." she gives Raquel a pity smile "not soo well"

"Oh, hold on. I, i do know you" something cruel slashes her face, "i think i saw you clean the trash at a friends apartment"

She's suddenly on her feet, ready to kill Daya and the most way she can, break her spine and toss it in fire, because she belongs in hell.

I stand infront of Raquel, trying to convince her to calm down. Its too early to spill blood anyways.

"Sit" one word, her eyes doesnt dare to glance at me, she's too busy glaring at Daya, she kept her cool till now, im impressed even, to see her calm for that long. "Sit" i say again, her fists are clenched so tightly that i fear they might connect with my face instead of Daya's.