Irina Inessa Smirnov is twenty years of age. She wanted nothing more than to be independent and loved after years of being without her parents.
Giovanni Luca Gonzalez is a ruthless, cold, dangerous and feared, twenty-three year old who doesn't do l...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's the next day and I decided it will be my duty to find out where Giovanni is.
I wandered around the mansion but there were bodyguards blocking all doors. "Hey you, where can I find Giovanni?" I sassily asked, as a broad guy wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans opened a door to enter a room.
He had bruises all over his arms and a cut on his eyebrow. If he is bruised, where is Giovanni? I remembered the message telling him to be safe. He had this shocked expression when he turned to face me. His eyes held darkness, just like Giovanni's.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in your room." He questioned, clenching his teeth together.
I peeped on the side of him where the door was slightly ajar and saw a lifeless Giovanni laying down. My heart fell to my feet and I felt a tear run down my cheek. He tried to close the door but I already saw.
"W-what happened to him?" I tried to sound unbothered but the lump in my throat didn't help.
"It's not your business, you should get back before I take you out myself." He answered harshly, but I needed to enter inside of there.
"I'm his girlfriend, you SOB. Let me in." I angrily responded. He looked at me baffled, trying to figure out what I'm talking about.
I cried louder and he opened the door so I could enter. I stopped crying immediately and looked towards him. "Don't you fucking touch me because I won't hesitate to hurt your already bruised body." He looked at me like I'm crazy, ready to put up a fight. "And Giovanni won't like that." I added and that's when he had this expression that I couldn't read, his muscles relaxing.
"Now what happened here puttano?" I asked with a concerned tone searching for answers, watching him then Giovanni before taking a seat in the armchair next to the bed.
"He got into a fight, that's it." He replied with no emotion. In Giovanni's state this seems to be more than a fight. This guy is really lying to me.
"Are you lying to me? I'm not dumb. This looks more than that. He is pale and please cut the crap. I know you do all what he says. I know what he does. Earlier I saw a message from Anastasia telling him that he should stay safe, now what fucking happened?" I yelled, pointing my index finger at him.
He rolled his eyes and placed his hands in his pocket. "Fucking females." He breathed out a heavy sigh. "Giovanni got shot in the stomach and broke three ribs." He said again with no expression.
"Is he going to make it? What did the doctor say?" I felt tears running down my face. He can't die on me. He's all that I have right now.
Who did that to him? This person wanted him dead. I'm going to kill them. Why am I even thinking that? I can't even fight.
"He's going to be like this for a very long time, he could have died if he got treated later." At this point I blocked out every sound I could hear except for the sound of the machines keeping Giovanni alive.
My thoughts were everywhere. What if he never wakes up? What happens to me?
"Give me some time with him alone please." I stuttered as it was very hard to speak.
There wasn't any expression on this guy's face. Is that how it works around here? When he left, a part of me came out that I didn't know was hiding. "How could you have been so stupid? You almost got killed. Who knows if you're going to fucking get out of this shit. I'm sorry for how I treated you lately, after everything you have done for me. I need you to pull through for me, I think I've fallen in l-."
What am I saying? He doesn't love me and can't hear me either. I kissed his cheek and walked towards the door wiping my tears and sniffling. "And you are?" I asked the guy on the way out.
"Dimitri." He replied and was about to head back to the room when I stuck my middle finger up at him.
***
Later that day I headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat but was greeted by a cooking Olivia. The savory smell of the food filled the kitchen making my mouth water. "Hey Oli, What are you cooking?" I asked her and she giggled. She is so beautiful and has a kind heart.
"Chicken dumplings, I made it my way." She acknowledged. I love this dish.
"That's my favorite," I said in awe. "My favorite person is cooking my favorite food. Isn't it done yet?" I continued and she laughed. "It's not funny." I could feel my cheeks go red.
"Yes it's done." She smiled and handed me a plate filled with them and some soy sauce on the side. She then handed me a fresh glass of water.
We sat there talking for hours, I complimented her on her cooking skills and I couldn't help but mention Giovanni's incident trying not to get emotional. She comforted me and I couldn't ask for anything more.
It was dark outside and we both went our separate ways. I didn't know she had her own room here, there's plenty I didn't know about. I took a bath and headed to the living room to watch a movie. I really did enjoy watching 'The Croods 2'.
My favorite character being sister sunset.
"Miss Smirnov, wake up." I slowly opened my eyes, annoyed. "What?" I growled. Who could be waking me up at this time. When I came to my senses I realized that I fell asleep on the couch and saw a young guy massaging his face whimpering.
Did I do anything wrong? Why is he there doing that? "Are you okay?" I asked and he stared at me dead in the eye. "What?" I asked in confusion, my nose twitching.
"You kicked me in the face." He groaned and I couldn't help but laugh. He looked like he was about to kill me. "Don't wake me up from a good sleep next time, and you are?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Still chuckling.
"Ugh, I'm Micah and you need to go to your room." He added.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" I placed my hands on my hips.
"Well clearly if Giovanni knew you did that with all these men walking back and forth in these four walls, you would get punished. Now get going." He shrugged. "Your call." He added. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
It was useless questioning him.
I haven't seen him anywhere around here. I passed him, leaving to get to Giovanni's room. I put on his black shirt and pulled myself under his covers. His room smelled manly. I pulled his pillow in my arms and thought of him. I already miss him and thought I was being hard on him after he is the one taking care of me. I don't open up to any guy, although I really liked him.
Can I really accept him for who he is?
I can't just leave and forget about everything, about him.
I'm going to fix this, I wiped a tear and drifted to sleep.
