Grace was an ordinary girl...
Sike.
This isn't one of those stories.
Meet Grace Belmonte, who belongs to one of the biggest gangs in Italy. She's well known for her smart mouth, racing, bad-ass fighting and now the target on her back...
After kill...
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It's been four days since Grace's best friend died. I let her go home for a few days, to sort out the funeral and stuff. I told her that if she didn't come back, I would kill Lisa. Of course, I wasn't planning on actually doing it, but I needed her to come back.
She returned yesterday and couldn't even look at me. She walked right past me, like I wasn't even there. I kept thinking back to that night. She was a wreck. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held Matteo in her arms. I felt so bad for her, I figured he was like a brother to her.
Why do I even care? I should be happy she's not gonna irk me anymore. I kinda miss her annoying voice and her insults though...
Fuck it, I'm going to talk to her.
I went to her room and knocked softly. She didn't answer, so I pushed the door open and looked inside. Grace was snuggled in her duvet, fast asleep. I quietly walked in, sitting down at the edge of her bed.
She looks so peaceful and content when she's sleeping.
She was murmuring something and I couldn't make out what it was. She suddenly did something that startled me. She fucking giggled like a school girl.
That was kinda cute.
What the fuck? Did I just call her cute?
"Fine, I won't kill her. Don't think I'll let her get away with breaking your heart so easily though, Matty.", she mumbled, clear enough for me to hear.
Matty? She's dreaming about Matteo!
I frowned, trying to make out more of what she was saying. "Maybe I'll just punch her...why notttt?", she whined. "Okay, okay. You're lucky I love you." She smiled and I found myself smiling too. Her smile was just too contagious for me not to.
She was quiet for another few minutes. I sighed and got up to leave. "Noo...please.", she suddenly shouted. I quickly turned around, frowning. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she was sobbing into her duvet.
"Please don't leave me. Please, Matteo.", she whispered, her voice wavering. I bit my lip, guilt flooding through me.
I walked over to her bedside table, grabbing a tissue. I gently wiped her tear stained cheeks, being careful not to wake her. "I'm sorry.", I whispered.
What the fuck am I doing?
I frowned, shaking my head and walked out of her room.
I need a fucking drink.
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