Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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The wind howled like it was laughing at me, its gust tossing my hair and icing my skin. But to me, it didn't matter how cold the wind was because I was burning, I was a ball of fire and I was seconds away from burning everything around me. I walked to the cluster of black SUVs parked in a row on the paved drive and I could feel his eyes watch me leave.
but what does he care anyhow, this was his plan all along wasn't it? This is how he wanted things to end...right?
Stopping for a mere moment I looked back, catching Lorenzo's eye as he stood surrounded by guards at the entrance of the doors, his hands folded behind his back, his face cold as stone. I quickly searched his face; but there was nothing, absolutely nothing, not a trace of the man who'd promised me the world, not a glance of the future we could have built together.
I tighten my features, harden my gaze as well as my heart, though that isn't as easy as I thought it'd be. This is what he wanted, me gone, and what I wanted was to be as far away from him as possible.
Letting my gaze leave Lorenzo I turn to look at Marco, who's gaze that was fixed on me was full of worry, and a disappointment that I was t sure was aimed at me or Lorenzo. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I watched his jaw tick before he moved to Lorenzo and started to speak into his ear, hushed and low.
Lorenzo swiftly reached into his pocket, and lit a joint shortly between his teeth, ignoring Marco and whatever it is he'd been saying to him. His eyes straight on me as I was pulled towards fate.
"Keep walking." The man growled in warning, as he tugged on the chains and pushed me forward.
"Don't touch me." I snapped right back, as I pushed Lorenzo as far back in my mind as possible. I wasn't his anymore, I wasn't his problem now.
The man looked down at me and clenched his teeth, but I doubt he'd lay a hand on me here—he looked like he had a reputation to upkeep, and he looked like he had a mission; a mission he wasn't allowed to screw up or put at risk.
The man was tall, bulky...looked loyal, too loyal.
"Fucking bitch." He growled as he nodded for the doors of the head car to be opened.
My curious gaze falling back towards Lorenzo; or the place he was anyways. He was gone, the entry way all but empty. The joint he dropped and stepped on still smoking lowly as the ground snuffed it out.
what a bastard.
It's one thing to plan to sell me off to some rando—but littering? That's where I cross the fucking line. Humour makes it hurt just a little less I guess
The car door opening fast I am pushed inside, before it slammed closed. The windows were tinted black And the front where the drivers sat was separated by a black cloth divider.
