"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE IS GONE?" He shouted at the poor guard.
The guard flinched and lowered his head, "She knocked me out as soon as we left. She killed the other 3 spies you had in the Italian guard. She went home." He cowered pathetically.
Petr...
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SERAFINA POV:
-THREE YEARS BEFORE PIETRO-
-MEETING DEIMOS-
I groaned looking around the crowd of sweaty, drunk, high, crazy, and loud people. All of them kept trying to talk to me but I just wanted to go home.
Aidan and I came to the underground to let go of some pent up steam. I had a mask on the whole time and a matching purple workout set, everyone knew who I was. However that also came with a disadvantage, people knowing who I was which meant less people wanted to fight me. I had just finished my fourth fight of the night and was looking for Aidan. I checked everywhere but it's like this dumb boy disappeared and forgot about me.
My phone went off and I answered without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?" I asked walking to the bar.
"Serafina..." Aidan's voice rang through the phone.
I grunted, "Where the hell- hold on," I paused, "One water please," I looked at the bartender and gave him money, "Now where the hell are you?" I hissed into the phone.
"I had to come back home, I saw Walter and came home to calm myself. You were in the middle of a fight so I didn't want to bother you." He explained.
I gasped, "You left me here just because Walter is also here?! What kind of best friend are you?!" I gritted out.
The bartender came back and he handed be two water bottles and a napkin with a wink.
"Thank you." I smiled grabbing them.
"He is my arch nemesis you know this!" He whined.
I scoffed, "That doesn't mean anything! Just beat him up then! That's it! You can't have fruit snacks for two months! I'm so disappointed." I murmured opening a bottle.
"Little grape..."
"No excuses! I'm hanging up!" I hissed.
"But-"
"No!" I stubbornly protested and hung up.
I pulled my mask up a bit and chugged half of the water before putting the bottle down reading the napkin.
I would love to see you use those wrestling skills in bed, call me sexy.
Seriously? That dude was like 35.
I grabbed the napkin and turned to another guy who looked the same age as him, he fought a round earlier. I tapped his shoulder and he looked at me with a glare before realizing who I was.
"Um, the bartender told me to give this to you." I mumbled and gave him the napkin.
He read it over and his eyebrows shot up, "Me? What- Who?" He asked gruffly.
