After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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"No way! I'm not doing that, no." I shook my head and took a few steps back, horrified. "Never."
What he just said... That's not a thing any human being should go through.
"Well," Santo shrugged and sighed mockingly. "I guess you'll never know what he wanted to say."
I gritted my teeth. He walked right past me, making sure to shoulder me on his way.
"You are the evil twin." I accused, following him out. "Just give me my phone back, and I promise I won't choke you to death in your sleep."
He stopped walking and turned to face me with a thinking expression. I could suddenly feel my heartbeat in my ears and- "No."
"Ugh!" I groaned. "You know what? I don't need my phone." I exclaimed angrily, but still tried to snatch it out of his hand.
He raised my phone even higher than before, a smug look on his face. That's it, he's on my hit list.
I took an angry step back and looked at him pointedly. "Jace probably wanted to tell me they're here."
Am I right? I can just go to his house. I don't need the useless brick Santo stole from me.
"Or he simply called to tell you to shut up again. Would you really want to go all the way there just to get disappointed?" Santo asked, looking at me with his stupid smirk.
I hate the fact that he could be right. Jace did call me yesterday just to yell at me. So what if I sent him a hundred messages in ten minutes? It's not my fault he has a job.
"I hate you." My jaw clenched, and my arms begged to punch him.
"Just do it! It's not that like you'll die." he slumped down into the couch, looking at me exasperatedly.
"Then why won't you do it?" I shot, standing right above him. He tries to blackmail me, and thinks I'll just go with it?
If we talked about chores or literally anything else, I'd agree. But this? This is pure evil.
"Okay, you might die." Santo responded after a moment of thought. He leaned towards me, like he wants to tell me a secret. "I'll make sure your friends will be at your funeral."
I breathed out angrily. I am dealing with the actual devil. Maybe I can change my tactics.
"I'll do anything, just not this." I begged, looking at him pleadingly.
But Santo didn't care.
"Time is ticking." he pointed to the watch on my hand and leaned back casually on the couch.
