"There's never a reason not to chase the ones who make you feel something."
-Anonymous
Francesca River de Luca
With a fuzzy mind I cleaned up taking my sweet time and got ready to face the music.
I picked a soft navy dress teamed with silver metallic heels and tamed traces.
I picked a strong and sturdy heel so that it could become my weapon in the time of need.
Applying some chapstick, I smiled at myself in the mirror and walked out. I would not go down without a fight.
"The dress is too short. Change." Leone said.
I rolled my eyes and walked out towards his car and took the passenger seat and plugged my ears.
After a couple of moments he entered the car. I turned the volume of the music all the way up to avoid talking altogether.
He seriously could crush the steering wheel with that kind of grip.
He didn't say anything just reversed and drove out. That was surprisingly smooth.
Whatever.
"Oww." I shrieked as suddenly my ear chords were ripped out of my ears.
Before I could even say anything he threw my phone and the ear chords out of the window.
"Next time I say something, you better reply or so help me." He Said in a calm tone that reminded me of funerals.
Anger coursed through my veins poisoning my frustration further.
"I hate you Leone Alessio Valentini. You're toxic." I said with utmost hatred I could muster.
I instantly regretted it as I noticed him flinch.
He regained his posture in a heartbeat and put his glares on. I could literally feel him closing up.
Shiitake mushrooms!
I should have said sorry, said him that I was just angry but I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
May be it was my ego or may be just may be I wanted to test the waters.
But honestly I don't know.
That car stopped and if it weren't for the seatbelt I could have easily projectiled out of the windshield.
Before I could even react Leone reached for my seatbelt and clicked it open.
Lifting me up and onto his lap, he took my hair in a grip that didn't hurt but was enough to keep my head in place.
"If I am toxic for throwing your phone and marrying you ragazza dolce, what does it make me when I am trying to intoxicate you as much as you poison me?"
"I..I..I.." I stuttered.
"Words. The greatest of all the weapons deserves a little thinking before using them. Sì?" This man is a master manipulator.
I am sitting here speechless.
"They do. But you know mutation even ensures variations and variations empower us to survive, to live. And they are random and directionless." I said trying to get out of the situation.
"Every mutation is not welcome, mia moglie."
He finished, kissing my forehead longingly.
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