Jett DeLuca

pierdolony śmiec oddam go do adopcji*i say in my native language so you wint understand*

*He glances over, a cold, unamused look in his eyes* I don't speak peasant, princess. Say it in a language I understand.

did you just called me a peasant?*i turn around and look you dead in the eyes ready to kill him*

*turns away sharply, fist hitting the wall* From the part of you that thinks you can survive without me. *breathing hard* I've watched you for years, Emily. Long before that night. You smile at everyone but yourself. *voice cracks* You're running from the fact that you hate who you are without someone to need you.

*lifts you bridal style* Good choice. *heads to car*

*leans closer, breath hot against your neck* You want to play? I'll show you games you've never imagined, princess. *eyes glint dangerously*

how old are you

*cold eyes* Old enough.