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Davina Romano is quite an exquisite woman. Being one of the most famous assassins in the underworld, she made her name by being absolutely ruthless in any way possible. She's been taught to be absolutely closed off, and to show little emotio...
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"That Rossi boy has taken a liking for you, right?" My Mother smirks, looking up from her phone.
"What?" Why the fuck would he like me, he literally hates my guts, at least I think he does.
"I've heard that he's good in bed." I choke on my spit when she says that.
"Fucking christ, Mariana. I'm right here." My dad mumbles, embarrassed.
"I'm sure he won't last 30 seconds, like you, Diego. He should teach you maybe." She shrugs, turning back to her phone.
"Besides, Davina, isn't it time for you to get laid? When was the last time, huh?" She questions, scrolling through something.
"Mom, Dad's right there." I sigh, massaging the bridge of my nose.
"Oh, he won't care, right Diego?" She flutters her eyelashes, making my Father roll his eyes.
"Answer the question, Babe." She asks me.
"I don't know, a month?" I shrug.
"Jesus?! A month?! Don't know how you last without sex for that long." She says, dramatically, putting the back of her hand on her forehead.
"At least she's not a hoe like you, Mariana." Dad grunts, scratching his head.
"Boy, I will sock you in the fucking face." She sneers, smacking him on the back of the head.
"Touch me again, and I'll cut your fucking hands off."
"That's what you weren't saying last night." She smirks.
"Shut the fuck up, I have needs." He yells.
Did they suddenly forget that I have ears?
I turn to Rafael beside me, who's on his phone, texting someone.
"Who's that?" I ask, looking over his shoulder.
"Nobody." He quickly turns his phone off, and I smirk at him.
"Oh shit, you in love or something?" His cheeks turn to a light shade of pink, and I let out a big laugh.
I suddenly realize that everyone's eyes are on me, especially my parents. They're both eyeing us with suspicion, and I rub the back of my neck nervously.
