Chapter 2: Old Acquaintances

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Satori Grace Bojan:

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Satori Grace Bojan:

What the fuck?

Incredibly hard banging is all that's heard as me, Rena and Zara get ready to leave the house. It's our last day so I figured i'd take them to a nice restaurant to apologise to them both.

Apparently Rena got into a fight and then blacked out only for Zara to find her and take her home all by herself. So i definitely have a lot of making up to do.

I definitely felt bad for leaving them alone once again but when i saw him, i just couldn't resist it. 

Rena was understanding but Zara was definitely angry towards me. She's barely talked to me this whole morning but i guess i do deserve it after last night.

Zara never really trusted me, but who gives a fuck, it's not like I've actually wanted to be friends with her for the past 3 years.

Rena is a genuine friend to me but deep down I know I'm not here for friendship. I feel terrible for what might happen to her, she definitely doesn't deserve it, but I have no choice.

"Open this fucking door Grace. I know your in there!" The voice that was once my peace but is now my enemy, bellows threw the door. 

Grace. 

SHIT.

The goddess of a man from yesterday and once a lover is here and I know he's not back for me. He wants what I took.

We all freeze.

"What the fuck did you do this time Tori?!" Zara whisper screams.

I know that if the man behind this door gets Zara and Rena they won't live much longer and I can't let that happen. I need Rena, she's my only way out of my dept. 

The only way my sisters can live freely one day.

"Go and hide in the closet, don't make a sound." I speak calmly even though my heart is pounding out of my chest.

I'm not scared for myself, but for Verena? I'm beyond frightened.

I know that he won't kill me because he wants to know who I work for but after they find out i will most definitely be disposed of.

I stroll to the door and look through the peep hole to see the "Tre mortali" and their men. Looking away i try to think of a way to escape but there isn't one. Fuck me. (Deadly three)

There he stands, in all his glory, Warrick Ellio Giovanni. Unfortunately he isn't alone, standing behind his half brother, Arik Vincenzo Giovanni. 

The Italian Mafia leader or i suppose you could say the man who owns half of the world. On the left of Arik, stands his his brother Enyo Sandro Giovanni.

"Don't make this harder then it has to be." Warrick speaks, sending another bang to the door making me jump. 

I curse myself at the goose bumps on my arms at his voice.

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