Owned by the Italian Devil

Owned by the Italian Devil

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, lug 20, 2016
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Starring...starring at the resentful man. His drenched clothes from the pouring rain. Watching his perfectly chiseled face, my eyes wondering to the permanently engraved frown in his pink lips. The man that took everything from me, but gave me much more. Love. Lust. Passion. Desire. Bliss. Sadness. Anxiety. Individually each word seems limited, but together they gave me an intoxicating limitless atmosphere. "Why...why are you so difficult? Can't you see all I have done for you, il mio giocattolo!" He shouted letting his accent slip. Hearing the oh so familiar nickname roll off his tongue makes my heart clench. Don't let him in. Don't let him hurt us anymore than he has. My mind orders me Your don't think I now this? I reply mentally, rolling my eyes. "I'm not your toy! Don't get to call me that." I scold. holding back any emotion. Trying to show him he means nothing, when really he means everything. He's all I have, but it's only because he took it; everything I possessed. He expression looked of hurt. But it had vanished just as soon as it came. The expression being replaced with his signature smirk and cold eyes to match. "Oh little one. So naïve you are." He explained as he crept closer. Decreasing the distance. Just until his lips made contact with my cold and soaking skin. I hold my breath so I can avoiding swooning from his intoxicating sent. "Penso che hai dimenticato..tu sei mia," {I guess you forgot..you're mine} He whispers against my neck. ~~ Evangeline is a high school senor, living in Pennsylvania. she lives alone... well technically with her mother. But mothers usually acknowledge their child's existence, so she is no mother to her. Evangeline isn't the most popular, nor is she the hottest in her 'click' but she has learned to accept her dreadful life. This is until she gets taken by a handsome Italian devil Savino and is held by the mafia. She at first assumes she was just taken by coincidence than learns her kidnapping was no accident.
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(Updates: Weekly) "You sleep with me or on the streets, choice is yours." "Alright then, the streets it is." I took a step towards the door but his hands latched onto my hand and I was suddenly pulled into his arms. "You're not going to step out of this house." "I am not going to sleep with you." I gave him a shove but he didn't bulge. "I never will." "You never will?" He asked pulling me till I completely fell on him. "Think again Roe, your sister... and your uncle and aunt." All bravardo left me and dread settled in my mind. "I can make a phone call and make them pay for your decisions." He smiled as if on victory as teares brimmed my eyes. "You wouldn't." It came out as a whisper even before i could stop. His smile widened as he leaned down. "Try me." He whispered and a shudder ran down my spine. "You're a monster." The water work started even when I didn't want to cry infront of this man. "Yes, I am a monster. The kind that people warn you to stay away from but you're in my path, get used to listening than crossing me every chance you get." "Never." I stepped on his feet and pushed him away from me. **** Roe knows a lot of things. She knows she has people who love her and knows that she loves her job but saving a strange woman's life costed her happy life. Now she's trapped with a monster of a man who'll shread her life to bits. What she doesn't know is that there's a rainbow after every storm. Is there really a rainbow after the storm she's stuck in?

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