𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎
She hates him as much as he hates her. There is nothing more than hatred and lust between them. All her dreams fall apart when her parents make her marry him to protect her from their oldest enemy and unite their mafia wit...
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I fucking hate him!
This son of a bitch just stabbed me in the hand with my own knife.
He is none other than Nicholas De Luca, the only family enemy from the past.
It all started when his great grandfather kidnapped my great grandmother and then killed her in front of my great grandfather. Since then, our families hate each other and we continue to fight and kill each other's people. We also steal their drugs and the weapons they transport from Italy and they do it too.
Me and him are different, our families stopped trying to kill each other but we didn't.
He is always where I am, every time I have a mission and he tries to kill my targets but he fails every time. I guess I'm fucking better, bitch.
"Cazzo. Figlio di puttana, mi hai appena pugnalato?" , I say , gritting my teeth , annoyance clearly lacing my tone. (Fuck. You son of a bitch, did you just stab me?)
"Are you fucking blind?", he's mocking , while he a smirk makes it appearance in his lips.
"Motherfucker", I say as soon as I grab my gun I was hiding under my leather jacket and shot him in the hand like he did to me.
"I guess we are even now , Nic", I smirk to him while his black eyes pierce my beautiful face.
"Puttana!", he offended me , looking at his now bloody hand.
I'm smiling in the view, even I can't kill him yet , at least I can hurt him.
Two hands push me, and without realizing it I find myself with my back against the hard concrete wall.
The pain hits me right away and it fucking hurts like hell.
" Who said we are even , bellissima?", he is now speaking at me with his hand in my chin so I look at him.
"Fuck you!", I say to him , gritting my fucking teeth.
"With you?", he asks smirking like the asshole he is.
"No , go fuck your whores. I probably going to catch something and I don't want to , you are disgusting piece of shit", I say with annoyance.
"Tesoro. vorrai scoparti un giorno", he says , now fucking smirking. ( "Treasure, you will wish me to fuck you one day")
"Nemmeno se fossi l'ultimo uomo al mondo", I breath out quickly , feeling my nerves build up. ("Not even if you are the last man in this world")
"Whatever you say , bellisima", he let's my face and turns to leave but before we steps outside the bathroom door, he turns ups and says "Have fun tonight as much as you can" and leaves.
What the fuck is going to happen tonight?
I get up and walk over the hall , stepping in the red carpet of this club.
