His Possession

Chapter Twenty-Two:

I made my way down the hallway, reaching the stairs and hopping down them. I felt good. Today felt like it was going to be a decent day. Luca seemed to be in a decent mood, and I was too.

I pranced in the direction I thought the kitchen was in, I was starving. I caught a few looks from Luca's men, and other maids, but I tried to ignore them. They were probably just confused why I was walking around the house alone.

I briskly walked over to the kitchen, ignoring the looks from Luca's men.

I was about to reach the kitchen, until one of them called my name. "Hey, Emily!"

I turned on my heels, and saw Tyler waving me over. I raised my eyebrows and walked over to him, wondering what the heck he wanted. I didn't really want to talk to him, let alone see him.

"What do you want?" I shot him a stern glance once I had walked close enough to him and the other men.

I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if him and Stefan hadn't have came to that diner that night and shot it up. Tyler's eyes widened in shock at my sudden sass. A few of the men behind him had chuckled until Tyler shot them a hot glance.

"I was going to ask how you were doing, but fuck you too." He mumbled, scratching at his head.

I let out a sigh, feeling myself relax. "I'm sorry, I just don't like you very much." I grinned.

Tyler smiled back, "Feelings mutual, sweetheart."

I locked my eyes onto his, seeing a playful glint shine in his. "So, how are you, Tyler?" I chirped, feeling happy to be getting on his nerves so easily. It was always fun getting on someone's nerves this easily. I balanced back on my heels and popped my lips, feeling in the mood to annoy him.

Tyler's lips pulled back into a smirk and he opened his mouth to reply, but a man behind him cut him off before he could. "I heard you got Stefan killed, is that true?"

I felt my stomach knot up and the sound of his name, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. I gritted my teeth and dropped back onto my feet, already fed up with this man. He watched me intently, his black slicked hair reminded me of Stefan, but he looked nothing like him. I chewed my lip before sighing heavily.

"His stupidity got himself killed, that wasn't my doing." I finally answered, feeling content with my response.

Another one spoke up, "I sincerely doubt that. Stefan was stupid, but not stupid enough to get killed because of some girl." He argued against me, sending me a stern glance.

I raised my eyebrows further and tilted my head to the side in a mock matter, "No? Then why don't you go ask Luca yourself what happened? I'm sure he'd love to fill you in." I threatened the tall man. His face quickly dropped at my comment, turning angry within seconds.

I saw the two of them lean closer together, whispering something to each other before the first man spoke up to me again. "Lei mi piace. Non mi dispicerebbe un pezzo una volta finito Luca." The man sent me a sly smirk.

My brows knitted up in confusion, not understanding what he was saying to me. Did nobody understand in this house that I don't speak fucking Italian? Tyler turned around and sent him a stern look, seeming to understand what he had said. It probably wasn't good either.

"I don't speak Italian, dumb fuck." I hissed, getting tired of people talking in a language that I couldn't understand.

Tyler let out a deep laugh, while the other man wiped the smart ass smile off his face, feeling embarrassed at my words. He took a step forward and mumbled something under his breath, but Tyler's hand caught his wrist before he could reach me.