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I FEEL SO BAD, so this person commented about their ma being a drug addict...and I thought it was a joke. So the dumbass I am I replied and I didn't see clearly what she said. "BHAHAHA" I'm so FUCKING DUMB IM GONNA KILL MYSELF. Also if anyone of you have any family problems talk to me on insta @mattiasmafia._ Wattpad doesn't let me text :(((
I FEELL SO BAD IM GONNA CRY I CANT BELIVE I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE... I fucking hate myself.
Now u cant read :/
Nalia POV:
Mattia was laying on the door, his eyes never leaving mine. I was confused. If he was her boyfriend why didn't he help her while I killed her?.....
"Impressive...." he claps a smirk plastered on his face.
"You watched the whole thing?" I ask
"Yes like I said you've gotten stronger" he walks closer.
The gun was still in my hand, I didn't know what to do with it so I hid it back in my dress.
The music in the club was so loud that no one could've heard me and Caterina fighting or the gunshot.
"Don't worry I wasn't her boyfriend" he chuckles.
I was walking out until he pulled me back by my waist, our bodies touching. He bent his head to my ear slowly.
"What do we do after we kill?" He whispers into my ear, his arm still around my waist, I could feel him behind me. His hair tickling my neck slightly.
"Bury the body" I answer and I could feel him smile.
"Correct" his lips brushing my ear slighting, he moves my hair revealing my neck, and presses his warm lips to my skin. Which sent shivers down my spine.
We move away from each other and we both look down at Caterinas dead body.
"How do I do this?" I ask
"My men will handle it" he says sitting down at the glass desk.
I sigh, and look at mattia
"You kept her all this time?" I ask and he nods.
"And you let her die,...when you could've saved her" I say and he looks up at me.
"She was irrelevant and in this business, it's either life or death. No hearts attached" he explains and I nod.
He stands up and I look down at the ground rethinking everything.
He lifts up my chin with his finger and looks into my eyes.
"How do you feel after your first murder?" He asks
"Fine" I answer and he smirks
"Good" he says as I get ready to walk out he pulls me back, now against the cold wall, him caging me and I knew this would be bad.
"The case hasn't been returned.." he starts and I look at him with a very stern face.
"I'm turning you in" I look up at him
"Not good enough...case goes cold...or you'll be attending a funeral for a weak with every family member of yours" he threatens.
My eyes widen but I try to keep my cool.
"You wouldn't do that" I say and he chuckles
"The choice is all yours......tigressa" he whispers.
"You're a prick.." I say and he grabs my neck.
"Watch your words...before I do something about it" he says and I roll my eyes.
"Make me.." I say and look up at his devilish glare.
His body pressed against mine against the cold wall, the room felt smaller as if we were confined to each other.
His hand slid slowly down from his caging stance down to my face, caressing my chin, ever so slightly his fingertips grazed down my throat.
I suck in a deep breath, knowing that I would be in trouble if he went any further. I'm a virgin.
He leaned in, the glint in his eyes making him seem like the only sinner in the room. He breathed against my neck slowly. Lightly kissing my sweet spot.
My eyes fluttered closed as he moved up to my ear.
"I've had enough of your games..." he says before kissing my shoulder and walking away.
