Saved by the Devil [EDITING]

9•Bunny

•Diavolo DeLuca•

"You are a fucking idiot!" Elena exclaimed. "She waits for you every day and you bring someone you fucked once!"

I played with my fingers, watching my sister pace around the office "I didn't mean to hurt her."

"I didn't mean to hurt her," she mocked me. "Have you seen how she looks at you? You're like some sort of god in her eyes." Elena sat across from me "Fix it."

"I'm trying to figure out how," I replied.

"Why is she here?" my sister asked, crossing her arms.

"Because she's alone," I said.

"You're not usually selfless," she scoffed.

My thoughts were muddy "I don't mean to fix her." It's the only thing that came out.

Elena sighed "You shouldn't. She doesn't need to be saved."

"I understand her feelings, and I'm aware I hurt them," I looked at her. There was a sudden shame taking over me – this, what I've done, could be easily taken out of a page from my father's playbook.

"For sex," Elena reminded. "Sex that, if you had been decent, maybe she would've had with you."

Elena doesn't know what kind of life Davina had, no one knows. Davina doesn't know I know "It's not as simple as that," I said.

"Are you going to say that you have necessities or some kind of bullshit like that?" she asked looking at me with her piercing gaze.

"Well, I do."

"You also have a hand, use it. Have you talked to her since this morning?"

I shook my head "She's resting."

"How do you know if you've been here all day long?" Her eyebrow raised, and she came to a conclusion herself "Please, tell me you're not using my daughter as your spy," she sighed.

"Of course not," I scoffed. "Alexandria came to me and offer her services herself."

"Fucking hell," she groaned.

"For payment in expensive pastries."

Elena got up and left. I leaned back on my chair and nudged my mouse to light up my monitor. A picture of my mom with my siblings and I. She would be disappointed in the man I've become. Not a total monster as my father...but numb to important things.

•Davina Alexander•

Alexandria has been in my room almost all day long. I like taking care of her. I have not spoken or seen Diavolo since this morning. Aldria says he's been locked away in the studio, working. And that her mommy yelled at him.

I do wish to talk to him, to finish the conversation we started at breakfast. However, it's hard to know what to say when I've never felt this way: jealous. No one had ever cared for me, so I had never been scared of losing someone.

Alexandria was looking through the window, and then waved "Who's here?" I asked.

"Uncle Diavolo!" she squealed running out of my room, and I followed her.