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"Simone what ar―"
"shut up" I stride past Damon. Stomping my way into the room and slamming the door shut.
Who does he think he is? Who the fuck does he think he is?
I pull out the drawer, grabbing the white gun. It has some gold parts, such as the trigger. Sainte is engraved with real gold on the side of it.
I grab the magazine with the golden bullets, reloading the gun, I shut the drawer storming out of the room and then towards the door.
Swinging it open, Alessandro moves his gaze up from the phone. I raise the gun. His eyes widen, and I pull the trigger.
"fucking hell woman!" he dodges. Quickly he bends my wrist down and I drop the gun.
"let go," I say.
"Are you out of your mind?!" he says pushing me into the apartment and closing the door after him.
"who's fault do you think that is?" I say turning around.
"don't walk away from me" he spits.
"watch me" I throw over my shoulder, walking down the corridor, past the open space hearing footsteps behind me.
"Should I be concerned?!" Damon shouts from the couch.
"for his well-being? If you want to?" I shout.
"Simone stop walking away from me!" Alessandro.
"go fuck yourself!"
"if you'll be watching," he says.
I stop for a second to send him a nasty glare. I push the door open to my room, I would slam it but a hand stops me.
"I've had enough," he says closing the door after him and turning the lock.
"sit down," he says.
"no" I raise my hands in the air in frustration.
"sit down" he continues calmly.
"no, don't― you can't just come in here and tell me what to do" I stress.
"Simone" he walks towards me placing his large hands on my cheeks. My eyes blur as I stare into his. "sit down" he whispers.
I give in sitting down on the bed.
"how are you?―"
"you're getting married" I whisper.
"Sienna and I, we―"
"so there's a we now? You know what just get out, go home to your woman" I look away from him.
"I'm with my woman right now, the only woman I've ever wanted" he speaks softly.
"don't lie to me," I say.
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