❝mucho mistrust❞
-blondie
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"WHAT THE FUCK!" Giada screeched, so loud all of us flinched. "Someone better tell me what happened RIGHT NOW or I swear to god I will PLUCK OUT ALL YOUR TOE NAILS AND FEED IT TO PIGS!!!"
"Chanel killed eight people," Armando muttered.
"You bitch! You were the one sending your men to kill us!" I shouted, glaring at his amused expression.
"Hold on! You killed people?!" Giada screamed, advancing towards me at a rather quick pace. I stepped away, colliding into Armando's chest, yet again. Giada stopped a few inches in front of my and pushed my hair off my shoulders.
"Cazzo di inferno! C'è del vetro incastrato nella tua spalla!" Giada muttered.
"Wait what? It doesn't even hurt," I point out inspecting my bloody shoulder. Sure enough, there was a rather large fragment lodged underneath my clavicle.
"Of course it doesn't you're still in shock," Armando mumbled from behind me, annoyance lacing his tone. I rolled my eyes and watched Giada glare at Armando.
"And YOU! You said it would be a simple game of poker! Not a whole bloodfest, sending your soldiers out to kill these girls!" Giada shouted as she whacked him upside the head.
"But-" Armando started.
"No BUTS! You will help clean Chanel up RIGHT NOW!" she shrieked, making us flinch. "What are you still doing here?! MOVE! I can't stand the sight of your idiotic faces!"
Armando and I were quick to scurry out of the room, leaving Eduardo and Cass behind.
"Uh, where to now?" I questioned skeptically and I glanced at Armando who looked straight ahead.
"To your bedroom, I have to stitch up that stupid wound of yours," he grumbled. I just rolled my eyes and followed him through his maze of a mansion.
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"Relax, I've seen you naked before," Armando assured as he stepped inside my bathroom.
"No! You are not coming in here! Plus, I know how to clean a wound," I countered crossing my arms as I challenged him with my stare.
"Fine. But I have to stitch you up so my mother doesn't yell at us again," he grumbled like a petulant child causing me to roll my eyes. I locked the bathroom door once he exited and carefully pulled my shirt over my head. After succeeding, I looked in the mirror and grimaced at the sight of smeared blood across my chest. I guess that sweatshirt wasn't thick enough, I grumbled to myself. I quickly pulled my leggings down, only to stop when searing pain coursed through my body. I whimpered loudly as I noticed another large porcelain shard embedded into my thigh. I bent down a little and cursed louder as an agonizing feeling tore through my shoulder. Armando suddenly opened the bathroom door, causing me to almost lose my footing.
"Fucking hell dude! I'm literally topless!" I hissed as I attempted to cover up my boobs.
"Even though it's a very nice view, I can't help but to overhear you struggling from just the simple task of stripping," he said as an amused expression etched onto his face.
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RomanceChanel Gibson is a woman who can figure out your life story with just a few glances. Call it what you will, but one thing's for sure: she has a dark past which she's managed to keep secret for a long time. However, Chanel makes a grave mistake which...
