Bad Girls Always Win.

Chapter 3: Visiting The Past

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Chapter 3:

Armani's P.O.V

Last night would probably be the worst sleeps of my life! All I hear was Katarina’s screaming and moaning. What irritated me more was, I wasn’t the one making her scream like that. I mean, come on, what girl would trade me for some average looking guy?

Getting up, I took a quick shower early in the morning. I looked at the mirror and saw my lips still partly blue from where that crazy girl has bit me. Taking a last quick look on my lips, I slipped into a pair of sweatpants and walked out of my room. Then I realized the room next to mine was still closed. So she let that worthless piece of crap sleep inside my house, huh? Oh she was going to learn her lesson from me.

I grabbed a gun back from my room and stood outside the next room’s door. I shot the ceiling a couple of times, and heard Katarina’s wild screams. The door opened and went out Mr. Not-so-good-looking-guy covering his body with one of the bed sheets running his way out if the house. I held back a laugh and grabbed hold of Kat when she came out of the room next.

" Where do you think you’re going sweetcheeks?" I smirked and twirled the gun around my finger.

Katarina's scared look turned into an angry one. She pushed me and yelled, " What the fuck do you think you’re doing!!!"

" I’m teaching you not to let a piece of trash sleep in my house." I stood my ground.

Tightening her grip on the sheet wrapped around her body, she pushed me one more time before running down the stairs. I can hear her yelling that guy's name but I also heard a car speeding away at the same time. Laughing, I walked back into my room putting my gun back in its place only to turn around to see a furious Katarina.

" Didn't I tell you not to interfere into my sex life!" her chest was rising and falling fast and her voice was near a shrill.

I gotta admit she scared me a little, " Yeah well I didn't say anything when you were screaming your lungs out while I tried to sleep, but I do have a problem when you let trash sleep in my house."

" Hahah newsflash sweetie we’re engaged. This is my house as much as it is yours." She dug her nails into my chest and scratched them all the way down to my bellybutton.

Pushing her away from my bare chest I looked down at my scratched up chest, " Can you stop fucking leaving bruises on me!!"

" Can you toughen up and stop being a baby!!" she spat my word back and with that she huffed out of my room, and slam the door on her way back to her room.