Come At Me B****

Chapter 4

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Torture (verb)

1. Torment emotionally, mentally or physically.

~ CHRISTIAN'S POV ~

My sister ran away from me. She. Fucking. Ran. Away. With some stranger, she doesn't even know. I mean to be fair the bella did rescue her. But still. That was a low blow, Carina.

Apart from that she also FUCKING shot me. Like... what? Ok, I mean I did shoot that woman from before, ok yeah that was a pretty dick move. But the weird thing was that she didn't even flinch or scream in pain or even cry? Isn't that creepy? Even I felt pain when Carina shot me, and I'm a fucking mafia boss!

There was something off about that woman, but at the same time, I trusted her. I have no idea why, but I just did.

11:30pm:

She's still not home. I'm freaking out. She could be kidnapped again. She could be dead.

11:40pm:

Now I'm going ballistic.

11:50:

"Christian!" I hear Enzo call.

"What do you want!" I can't deal with this idiot right now.

"All the cameras have been shot..." FUCK.

"Go check it out," I say.

"We already did," Imbeciles.

"And?" My patience is wearing thin, and I swear if he wastes my time I'm going to chop his balls off.

"I think it was the hot, mysterious woman. She left Carina on the doorstep asleep..."

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I was now sitting in Carina's room waiting for her to wake up. I just realised how badly her lip was cut and her eye swollen. Those mother fuckers are going to pay.

"AGHHH!" Carina rolls off her bed. "What the hell, Christian! You gave me a heart attack... wait, were you watching me sleep you perv?"

"Carina, I'm not in the mood for this," She rolls her eyes and mutters under breath.

"Tell me what happened,"

"Well, Raven bou-" Oh fuck no. I don't care about the rest of what she was going to say. Not if it involved Raven.

"Raven?! Is that her name?" Carina nods confusedly. I storm out of the room and into my own. I shut and lock the door behind me.

No.

No.

No.

It can't be. If that woman was Raven, as in Raven from the river Raven... I was fucked...

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The last few days had gone by pretty smoothly, without any interruptions. But now I was taking Carina to her new school after she had gotten herself expelled somehow. Oh wait, she held a knife up to the throat of one of the teachers. I remember doing that in 8th grade too, glad to know my sisters following in my badass footsteps.

I walked into the dining hall where my family was already seated. "Good morning, Madre e Padre (Italian: mother and father)," I say as I take a seat.

"Good morning, Christi," my mother beams.

"Wassup bitch," my dad says. You can really tell which one is the more mature parent.