"That weak version of me... is long fucking gone. I made sure of that,"
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Raven Vincenia is not one to be messed with. She's cruel, manipulative, and seduces men to get what she wants. But behind every...
When I woke up in the bare arms of Christian Ricci, I knew I fucked up.
And no, you dirty little gremlins... I meant opening up to him. It was a new experience and it was not welcoming how someone knew my little secret, not many people do. But it was kind of nice?
Christian's muscular arm was draped over me and since I was lying on my back. Yeah, his huge hand was holding one of my bazookas. My arm was around his shoulder and his face was nestled into my neck.
Who knew he could be such a baby. I try to slowly slip out from under his arm, but as soon as I move he fastens his arm around me.
"I'm comfy, don't move," he mumbles. I roll my eyes.
"WAKE UP YOU SLOBBERY BITCHES!!!" Enzo and Carina scream as they barge in, and catapult onto the bed. I really need to stop fucking waking up like this. Its probably going to cut my life short by 10 years.
"Stop it! I don't want to get up, you fat bitches," and Christian is back to his whining.
"Papà wants you in his office in 10 minutes, you guys are going into action," Carina says clapping her hands. Fuck to the yes, I'm excited to literally taste some blood.
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^^^ Typical 'I stole my boyfriend's clothes' outfit XD
Christian and I had walked into Mr Ricci's office. Now we were sitting in front of him, while he was snoring in his leather chair.
"Should we wake him up?" I ask Christian. He holds up his finger to say he has an idea. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. His thumbs were running furiously across the screen. He smirks to himself and presses a single button.
"RISE AND SHINE," (Kylie Jenner sound... if you know you know) starts playing at full volume.
Mr Ricci jumps up startled, and shouts, "BITCH IMMA FOTTITI (Italian: fuck you up)" When he sees Christian and me snorting he dusts off his suit and graciously sits back down.
He clears his throat, "Raven and Christian today you will be breaking into the Russian night club 'Gun's and Roses' to retrieve the shipment they stole from us 2 weeks ago," Christian and I nod in understanding.
For the next 2 hours, we went over the plan backwards, sideways, inside and out until it was engraved into our brain.
Mr Ricci had once again fallen asleep, in his leather chair. Christian was on his phone and I was fucking ravenous. Cue the grumble bumbles.
Christian gazes at me, "Was that... your fucking stomach?" Teehee, it worked. I nod my head in victory.
