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Cataleya Valentina Velez:

Neveah and I burst through Celine's door, hoping to find her there. And we do. Thank god!

'What do you think you're doing?' Neveah asks, stepping closer to Celine.

She's packing her stuff, scaring me a little. We had a short talk last night and she wasn't really trying to fight this agreement. 'You heard what Rafael said, she gave us forty-eight hours.'

'You're not going.' I state, pulling the bag out of her reach.

I honestly don't care what Rio thinks is best. I won't let him sell Celine against her will. No fucking way. 'What she said. Also, we might have bought you a little time.' Neveah mumbles, pulling Celine into a hug.

'Really? How?' Celine asks curiously, making me wait for Neveah to answer.

How the fuck did she convince Rio to give us more time? Unless it has nothing to do with Rio and they went behind his back.

'We killed Monica.' She says, sighing deeply. 'You did what?!' 'Who is we?' Celine asks a little concerned. 'Well, I didn't do it. Tiago did.'

'Why would he- When did he even- How can you-' I don't know how the fuck she can be so calm about all of this.

'She was in his room last night. We headed back there and she demanded to talk to him about some shit. I didn't trust it so I went after them, into the little forest beside the house.' Celine and I wait for her to continue, while I try to understand what this means.

'She brought up some old shit, apparently, they talked about marriage and kids, but anyways. She was all like: you deserve so much more than that bitch bla bla bla.' Neveah continues, mocking Monica's voice a little. 'She noticed me and continued bashing me for a while. I jumped in because she got a little too close to Tiago, and she exploded. She pulled her gun on me and threatened to kill me.'

When the fuck- 'Somehow Tiago convinced her that he was going to love her again, and she believed him. So he shot her and now she's dead.' She says without any guilt in her voice.

I always knew she was crazy, but this is a whole nother level. It's like she doesn't even care that Leon took someone's life. But on the other hand, she did threaten to kill her.

If Monica's dead, Celine might be free. She might be, because of the fact that the deal is certainly off. But on the other hand, they might've started a war. Rio is going to be fucking pissed when he finds out about this. Unless... Does he know about it already?

I doubt it. Leon and Neveah both would've been dead if he knew about this. But then again, I haven't seen him since last night. Did he even go to bed?

'Where's the body?' 'Somewhere in the forest, Tiago said that we should drop her body on the side of the road when we leave.' Oh god...

'Does Rio know?' Celine asks softly, taking in all the information. Neveah shrugs and takes a deep breath. 'I don't think so, but he just might.'

'We have to tell him.' I state, a little uncertain myself.

Rio's going to fucking explode if he finds out about this, but we have to come up with a plan.

Monica's men will search for her and when they find her, they'll link her death to us.

'We should probably-' A loud noise from down the hall startles all of us. We turn back to each other and jump up at the same time, running to the hall.

Leon and Rafael are walking towards the front door, putting on their coats as they go. 'What's going on?'

'We have to handle something, stay inside, and open the door for no one.' Leon sneers, rushing out the door.

Everyone turns to Rio who hasn't said a single word. But he doesn't have to. You can tell by the way he's walking that he's pissed. Angrier than usual. So he knows?

'Rio-' He simply brushes past me, basically pushing me to the side, to get out of the house. 'Lock the doors.'

'But-' 'Stay inside.' He snaps, before running to the car. What the- 'Cataleya!' Neveah shouts all the way from the door. I walk back into the house and sigh deeply. 'I guess he knows.' Celine says uncertainly.

I guess he does? 'What's going on?' I ask when Brandon and Roman run into the hall. 'He didn't say much, but we have to stay inside.' Roman explains.

I noticed that Roman and Brandon don't know much when it comes to secrets. It's mostly Marco, Leon, and Rio who know everything.

'Where is Manuela when you need her?' Brandon groans, dramatically throwing his head back. 'What do you mean?'

'I could really use some comfort food right now.' I roll my eyes at him and pull him into the kitchen. I'm also kind of hungry, so I'll make him something. 'What do you want?'

'You're going to cook for me! I fucking love you!' He exclaims, pulling me in his arms. I smile and move away from him, reaching for the fridge. 'What do you want?' I ask again, staring at all the stuff inside the fridge. 'Anything really, I'll eat it.'

'Are you cooking?' 'I was thinking about it.' I mumble as I turn back to the door. Roman, Celine, and Neveah walk into the kitchen, staring at the dramatic Brandon.

'There's not much to cook though.' I sigh. The fridge is almost empty. There are barely three eggs in there, some cucumbers and some milk.

'I mean, we could order something?' Neveah suggests, waiting for the others to respond. It's not like we can make anything out of three eggs, cucumbers, and milk, so we might as well order something.

'Fine, but only because Brandon is going to be a pain in our asses if he doesn't get food right away.' Roman groans, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

'I really want to eat some pizza.' Celine sighs, walking to the counter. 'I'm down for that.'

To my surprise, everyone is down for some pizza. So we order six pizzas, even though Celine says she won't be able to finish one on her own. We won't mind eating her leftovers.

'Hello everyone, where's the boss?' Kai asks after almost an hour. He walks over to Celine and jumps onto the couch next to her. 'We're not supposed to leave the house, they went to get some shit done.'

'Are you sure you don't know or are you just keeping it from us?' Neveah asks curiously. Roman sighs and stares her dead in the eyes. 'Either way, I wouldn't have told you. But I honestly don't know.'

'Let it go Neveah, he works for Rio remember.' She sighs and jumps onto the couch, next to Brandon. 'How long until the food gets here?'

'You ordered something?' Kai asks curiously. Celine nods and smiles at him. 'We ordered pizza.'

'She ordered you a disgusting pineapple pizza.' Brandon groans, almost vomiting at the thought of it. 'It's not disgusting.' Kai smiles and sighs deeply. 'Whatever you say, weirdo.'

It sounds like I'm in a high school cafeteria for a second, but then Roman jumps up and rushes out of the room. 'What's up with him?'

'We know just as much as you do.' I sigh, waiting for Roman to come back. But he doesn't.

'Roman?' Celine slowly gets up from the couch and walks towards the hall, looking for him. But he doesn't respond. 'Roman!?'

I follow Celine into the hall and notice that one of the windows is open. It wasn't open before. 'Ro-' Someone jumps up from behind, pressing their hand onto my mouth to silence me. Panic takes over and I instantly fight back.

'It's okay, it's me.' Roman whispers into my ear, slowly letting me go. 'Get to the kitchen and grab a knife, someone is in the house.' He whispers, pointing Celine towards the kitchen. She doesn't hesitate and runs to the kitchen, coming back with a bunch of knives.

'Hey, are you-' Brandon and Neveah stop in their tracks and stare at us, as we all wait for Roman to tell us what to do. 'We have to get the fuck out of here.' I whisper, holding onto the knife Celine handed me for dear life.

'Rafael told us to stay in the house.' 'Someone is in the fucking house so we should get out.' I reply, trying to keep my voice down as much as possible.

I don't know what the fuck is going on right now, but I don't think it's a smart idea to stay inside. I honestly don't care about Rio's orders. If someone's in the house, we need to get the fuck out.

'Someone's in here?' Neveah whispers, slowly grabbing one of Celine's knives. Roman glares at us and takes a deep breath. 'Stay here, I'll go check.'

'Are you crazy? You'll get yourself killed.' Brandon immediately says. He steps closer and pulls a gun from his back pocket, before nodding towards the hall. 'I'm coming with you.'

'Fine. But stay behind me.' He grunts, slowly stepping towards the open window. Neveah follows them, keeping her distance just in case, and Celine and I follow her. 'Are you insane?' 'Are you going to let them die?'

The window is open, but everything else seems fine. Untouched.

'What the hell?' Brandon points to the bedroom door, right across the window. There might be someone in there, but I still think we should just head the fuck out.

'If we die, I will murder your asses.' Neveah whispers before running towards the window herself. She peeks outside, but there's no one. 'This is exactly how people die in horror movies, I'm telling you.'

'Would you shut up?' They sneer at us, making us stare at them in shock. 'We should just pack our shit and leave the fucking-'

A knock on the front door startles all of us, making us turn to each other before we turn to the door. Kai walks into the hall and stretches, before stepping closer to the door. 'Guys, the pizza is here!'

'Kai, don't open that door!' Celine sneers, running over to him. We all run to the front door and try to keep him away from it. 'Why what's wrong?' 'Keep your voice down, someone's in the house.' Roman sneers, pushing Kai away from the door.

Another knock. My heart starts racing.

We're going to fucking die because no one listened to me. I told them we should fucking leave, but they didn't fucking listen and now we're going to fucking- Another knock, louder this time.

Whoever is standing on the other side of the door is getting impatient.

'What? How?' Brandon points at the open window and looks at the door. 'I opened that window.' Kai whispers, laughing a little.

I almost drop my knife, before gripping it even tighter. 'Why did you open the fucking window!?'

'I didn't know it would be such a big deal!' He exclaims, making Roman groan out of annoyance.

The person behind the door knocks again and we all look at each other. 'It's probably the food-' Kai reaches for the door, but Roman pushes him away again. 'We don't know that.'

'Go and look then.' Celine sighs, helping Kai up from the floor.

He's really stupid for leaving the window open like that, but I'm happy that it was him. We could've seriously died if it wasn't.

'Who is it?' Brandon asks, using his deepest voice. 'Pizza?' an innocent voice chimes from the other side of the door. 'You can leave the bag and go.'

'Sin propina?' They all turn to me, since I'm the only one understanding what he just said. Idiots. 'No.'

The guy groans and throws something onto the floor, before slowly walking away. I hear him mumble something in Spanish, but I couldn't give a damn.

After five more minutes, Roman opens the door. There are a bunch of bags, filled with pizza boxes, on the front porch.

'Food has finally arrived!' Brandon chimes, grabbing the bags and closing the door again.

'I can't believe you just-' Neveah pulls me after them, into the living room. Everyone is already over the fact that we just had a heart attack, and starts diving into their food.

I barely finish my pizza, still not over the fact that they're just going to act as if nothing happened.

After diner, we all decided to go to our own rooms, since it's getting pretty late. I follow Neveah to hers, not wanting to be alone right now. Plus, I have to talk to her about the Monica shit.

'I can't believe that just happened today.' She chuckles and pulls down her jeans, before grabbing one of Tiago's shirts to use as a pajama. Their bags are still packed since we've only been here for two days.

'Actually, nothing happened if we're being honest.' She jokes, turning back to me. 'I thought we were about to die.' 'I know, I saw the look on your face.' She laughs before heading to the bathroom.

I follow her and lean against the door, watching as she brushes her teeth. 'I just-' 'Cataleya, we're okay. Nothing happened to us.'

She's right. I know she is. But something might've gone terribly wrong tonight. And I can't get over the fact that this is something simple to them. As if it doesn't matter that we could've died today.

'Roman and Brandon were here, they would've killed whoever was in the house, we would've been fine.' I sigh, knowing she's right. A little then.

Stressing about something that might've happened is not good. It takes up too much energy and I would much rather think about other stuff.

'Do you think Rio knows about Monica?' She freezes and looks at me through the mirror, while slowly continuing to brush her teeth. 'I think so.'

He did walk away pretty angry. And he did tell Roman to keep us inside. What if there's more going on than we know? What if killing Monica started a war or something? What if this made us targets? That's probably why Rio needs us to stay inside, because of the other people coming after us. But what does that mean? Are we going to be watched twenty-four-seven now? Or is this just a temporary thing, will it blow over?

'Cataleya?' Neveah is already done brushing her teeth and looks at me. 'Mhm?' 'You're doing it again. Everything is going to be alright.' I take a deep breath and nod, following her back into the room.

'You should get some sleep before they get back.' What? 'Why?' I ask, stepping towards the door. She's obviously tired and wants to go to bed, but I know there's more. 'Brandon said we are probably leaving again when they do.'

Great... It's like we can never settle anywhere with them.

I just wish we could go back to Barletta. Everything was perfectly fine back there.

'Goodnight Leya.' She mumbles, before jumping onto the bed. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, goodnight.' I whisper, before turning off the lights and closing the door. I take a deep breath and head to my own room.

When Rio gets back, I'll talk to him. After that about Monica first about the Celine shit, if he doesn't know about it yet, and maybe then about us moving again. I'm sick and tired of it.

Sure, it's amazing seeing all of Europe and shit, but it's tiring. I want to stay somewhere for longer than a few days or a month. Just like in Barletta, which was actually perfectly fine if you ask me.

I change into my pajamas and start pacing around the room. If I want to talk to Rio, I have to be straight to the point. I can't let him talk me out of this. I can't let him distract me.

But what if he won't listen? I mean, he has been listening better lately? Maybe? I don't fucking know!

I sit on my bed, wondering when Rio will come back. I know I shouldn't be waiting for him to get back, but I want to talk to him.

He can't seriously be thinking about giving Celine up. And since Monica is dead, we might get out of this one without giving Celine away.

I want to know what the next move will be.

So now I wait. Now I wait for Rio to storm through that door like he always does. But today he seems to take longer than he usually does.

When I finally hear the door open, I try to hide my excitement and curiosity as I stare at the mirror on the other side of the room, hoping to see him there first.

I know I shouldn't be excited to see him, he's a murderer, he kidnapped us and forced me to become one of his puppets, but I can't help but feel a wave of happiness and relief rush through me as I hear the footsteps coming down the steps.

He seems to take his time to get to the door, making me turn to it as I wait for him to step inside. But when he finally does, I freeze.

Rio's covered in blood and stumbles closer to me, before whispering: 'I knew you would be waiting for me.'

'What happened?' I ask, slowly walking closer to him. The closer I get, the more I realize that it's not his blood. I think. He chuckles and brushes it away as if it's nothing. As if he's not covered in blood at all. 'What the hell happened?'

Rio walks towards the dresser and slowly takes off his watch, looking at me through the mirror. He rids himself from all his jewelry and empties all his pockets, throwing his keys and wallet on the dresser, not once taking his eyes off of me.

'Rio, what did you do?' I ask again, but still no response. He looks absolutely exhausted.

He chuckles and walks over to his bag, grabbing some clothes, before turning back to the hall. I run after him and stand in the frame of the door leading to the bathroom. 'Valentina-' 'What happened?'

He sighs and looks me in the eyes again. Two long seconds. The longest seconds of my entire life. 'Can I take a shower?'

'Yes but-' 'Let me shower and I'll tell you.' I nod and step aside, letting him step by, before stepping back to the room.

A cold hand wraps around my arm and before I know it, I'm pulled into the bathroom, being pressed against the door. 'You're showering with me.' What?

'But I already showered today and I don't think-' He unbuckles his belt and tilts his head a little, waiting for me to react. My face is straight, but my legs turn into jello. Fucking hell... 'It wasn't a question.'

'I never had a choice, did I?' I ask, slowly trying to get out of there. This wasn't part of my plan. I was supposed to ask him about three things. What things again?

'When did you ever have a choice, Valentina?' I roll my eyes and turn back around, seeing his naked chest. I'm going to fucking kill him...

He has bruises on his chest. Bruises and cuts, ruining his perfect skin. So it was his blood. 'Rio, you're bleeding.' I whisper, slowly stepping closer.

'I know.' He smirks, continuing to undress. 'You should get these checked, they look pretty deep.' I state as I slowly reach out to his chest. He doesn't even fucking flinch as I gently touch his chest.

'It's nothing.' 'These cuts don't look like nothing, they look pretty deep. I think you should-' He sighs and pulls down his underwear, making me look at his eyes only.

There's no way he's catching me staring at his dick. Over my dead body.

'What are you doing?' I ask, trying to not peek down for just a second. The urge is strong, but I think I'm stronger. I hope...

'I told you, we're showering. Take off your clothes.' Oh god. I shake my head again and step back to the door. He swiftly pulls me back and moves his hand underneath the shirt I'm wearing, pressing it against my stomach. 'Do I have to do it for you?'

'Just- Go shower, I'll wait in the room.' He sighs and pulls my shirt up, before throwing it onto the floor. I'm not wearing a bra, so I'm practically naked. 'Take off your panties.' He groans, waiting for me to do it.

I take a deep breath and slowly pull them down, hating the fact that I'm letting him talk to me like this. But it's no use. Either he'll pull them down, or I take them down myself.

He takes a good look at me, making me want to do the same to him. But I won't. Because that's exactly what he wants. Instead, I keep my eyes on him, trying to read the dirty fantasies playing behind his eyes.

And I can't wait for them to become reality.

He turns around and starts the shower, making the room instantly swell with steam. 'Are you trying to burn me to death?'

'Maybe.' He grunts, turning back to me. I can barely see his body, but I can see his eyes. They're clearer than ever. 'You really think that-' 'Valentina, get in here now.'

I sigh, but do as he says and slowly follow him into the shower, feeling the water hit my arm as I walk past the stream.

He closes the door behind me and turns to the shower, letting the warm water drip all over his perfect head. I follow the water as it streams down his back, lower and lower, slowly onto his ass, and perfect legs. Fucking hell...

'Are you going to keep standing there to stare at me, or are you going to wash yourself?' He asks cockily, making me roll my eyes. 'I told you, I already showered.' 'And what did I say?'

I sigh and look at him again. The tattoos on his back are stunning, making me stare at him a little longer. He sighs and slowly turns around, staring at me again. 'Why were you up anyways?' He asks casually. As if we're not standing in a fucking shower together.

'Why not?' 'It's almost two in the morning Valentina, you should be asleep already.' He smirks, stepping closer to me.

So far I haven't looked at his dick yet, and I'm proud of myself for not doing so. I didn't cave in yet.

'I couldn't sleep.' I lie, stepping closer to the door, away from him. 'You couldn't sleep, or you didn't want to?'

Both. I couldn't sleep because I had to talk to him. And I didn't want to sleep, because I had to talk to him.

'Does it matter?' He nods and takes another step. I want to thank the person who designed this shower. It's big enough for us to walk around. Thank God!

'Why?' He sighs and takes another step, forcing me to take the last step to the door. 'Because if you didn't want to sleep, we're going to have a little problem.'

'And why is that?' I ask, not understanding what me not wanting to sleep has to do with problems. 'You're smart enough to figure that one out.'

What is he- He swiftly grabs my arm and pulls me towards the showerhead, forcing me underneath the water so that my hair is wet. Great.

'I hate you.' His eyes widen for a second before his lips curl up into a smirk.

He presses me against the cold tiles behind me within seconds, no way out except through him.

His eyes darken and he tilts his head just a little. 'Say that again.'

I raise my brow, challenged by his words, and smirk.

'I hate y-' His lips crash onto mine, sending me into overdrive. He made me want to kill him two minutes ago, but here I am. Eager for him to fuck me again.

The kiss is passionate and heated, more than usual, as his hands pin mine to the wall again. 'Good.' he growls before lifting me up.

He carries me back to the bedroom, not caring about all the water dripping on the floor, and throws me on the bed. I sit up and look at him, but he forces me back down and kisses me again.

It's as if his exhaustion vanished. The water is still running in the bathroom, but he doesn't seem to care, so why should I?

I wrap my arms around him and pull him down so that his chest is pressing onto mine. He groans and reaches down to himself, so he can align himself with me.

I feel his tip near my entrance and wait for him to enter me, but he takes his time and trails his lips down my neck first, slowly stopping at my chest. 'Sono stanco.'

The words sound angry but so hot at the same time. I wonder what he's saying but at the same time, I couldn't care less. I just want him to fuck me like always. There's just too much tension now.

'Ma non abbastanza.' He whispers before kissing me again. Rio slams himself inside of me, almost making me scream out.

Sure, he's been inside of me more than once by now, but it still hurts a little. I don't think I'll ever get used to his length. And I don't think I want to.

He pounds himself inside of me mercilessly, not caring about the sounds I'm making. I wonder if he closed the door because if he didn't, I'll be waking everyone up.

'Tell me where you feel it?' He's deep, all the way inside of me, making it hurt like hell, but I don't care.

'What?' I groan as I try to keep myself together.

It's impossible, he's too rough.

'Tell me where you feel me, Valentina.' He growls as he keeps thrusting himself in and out of me.

Fuck... 'No.' What he's asking of me is too embarrassing. I mean, I would let him whip me, overstimulate the shit out of me, use me like a sex doll time and time again, but I won't give in to this.

'Tell me.' He presses himself deeper inside of me, making me squirm underneath him. I wince and try to stop myself from crying.

It hurts like hell, but god it feels good.

He looks down and presses his hand on my lower belly, smirking up at me. He knows exactly where I feel him, he just wants to hear me say it.

'Tell me.' 'No.' I groan, kissing him to shut him up. I'm not going to let him ruin this for me. And he knows it too.

I feel the familiar knot inside grow in my stomach, slowly letting it rush through my entire body. 'Keep it in.' He orders, wrapping his hand around my neck.

If he thinks that will make me keep it in, he's wrong. It only makes it harder for me not to explode underneath him. But I bite down on my lip and try to keep my orgasm in, not coming yet.

'Good.' He groans, picking up the pace. The exhaustion from earlier certainly vanished, making me wonder where the sudden energy came from. But I'm happy that he found some energy, because holy shit.

I moan against his lips, trying to keep myself from coming, but it's getting harder and harder. 'Rio-' 'Just a few more seconds, Valentina.' He groans, looking deep into my eyes.

No. The eye contact is going to fucking- Shit. I kiss him, in hopes that it will help, but it's too late. My head starts spinning and before I can stop it, I tremble underneath him. A wave of fire spreads through my chest, slowly down to my stomach and core, even to my fucking toes. Setting my entire body aflame.

All because of him.

'Fuck.' Rio pushes himself in again, exploding himself. Letting his warm seed flow in me like always. It's a good thing Celine always has a plan b laying around.

He drops down next to me and tries to catch his breath, leaving me breathless as well. 'You're not sleeping on the couch tonight?' I joke as soon as I'm breathing somewhat normally again.

'Don't test me, Valentina.' I can't contain my grin as he climbs on top of me again. 'Or you'll regret it.' I don't think I will. 'Is that so?' I ask, trying to keep him at distance. He rolls his eyes and pins my hands above my head, slowly trailing his hand down to my core.

'Trust me, you don't want to-' Suddenly, the door burst open, with a panicked Marco rushing into the room. 'Boss we have a problem!'

Rio sighs deeply, covering me with the sheets before turning around to the door. I keep my head under the sheets and try not to panic too much.

'Ever heard of knocking Marco?' Rio asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. 'I- uhm, did I interrupt something?' Marco awkwardly asks. Rio chuckles and places his hand on my leg. 'Not really.' Asshole.

I kick at Rio, hearing him laugh about it as if it tickles. 'What did you want to talk about?' He asks, getting up from the bed. I peek above the sheets and see that he's wearing a robe. I don't know where he got it from, but it looks good on him.

'I uhm-' Marco stares at me in awe, completely in shock of the fact that I'm naked in Rio's bed. A bed we were supposed to share. I feel shame creep over me, even though there's no reason for me to be.

Okay, who am I kidding? I have absolutely every reason to be ashamed.

Rio throws an old shirt my way and turns back to Marco, waiting for him to continue.

'Spit it out Barsetti.' 'Right. So Leonardo just told me something that will change everything.' He states, trying to keep his eyes off of me. Leon talked to Marco? 'What is it?'

'He killed Monica last night.' Rio stops moving around and looks at Marco. It's the fact that I can't see his face, but I know exactly how he's reacting to this. What? 'He did what?'

'He's upstairs with Neveah, ready to talk to you about it.' Marco sighs and keeps his eyes on Rio. I can see a flicker of fear in his eyes. He's afraid of how Rio might react to all of this. But I thought- 'What the fuck does North have to do with this?'

'She was with them last night.' Marco mumbles, regretting it instantly. 'So you're telling me, this happened... Last night? '

Rio's voice sends a wave of fear through my entire body. It's deep and dark. Not the dark I like. The dark I fear. The dark from that night when he killed Matteo Navaro. Or when he killed Estelle.

'Wait, you didn't know about that?' I ask shocked. I should've kept my mouth shut. Because Rio's body tenses as he moves his gaze to me. 'Marco, leave us.' He sneers, making me gulp audibly.

'But-' 'Leave. Us.' Marco looks at me, clear concern and regret in his eyes even though he's not at fault here. I'm just going to fucking die on my own now.

He nods and walks back into the hall, closing the door behind him. I slowly turn my gaze back to Rio, afraid of how he might respond.

As I should. Wait, no.

He grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me to look up at him as I sit on the edge of the bed. 'You knew that they killed Monica and you didn't tell me?'

'I thought you-' The anger in his eyes scares me. It's back to darkness. Total darkness. The darkness I fear in him. The darkness he shows when he's ready to fucking kill.

'You didn't fucking tell me?' I try pushing him away, but it's no use. He simply tightens his grip, making it hurt like hell. 'Let go of-' 'Why the fuck didn't you tell me?'

'If you're going to let me fucking talk!' I press my hands against his chest and look into his eyes, begging him to let me go.

And he does. He lets go of me and steps back before he starts pacing around the room. 'You better have a good explanation, Valentina.'

'You're a real piece of shit, did you know that?' I rub the back of my neck and step away from him, towards the door. Just in case he's going to come near me again, so I have a way out.

'Answer the question!' He growls, making me roll my eyes out of annoyance. We're back to the fucking start.

I'm back to a Rio that doesn't listen to a word I'm trying to say. A Rio that gets angry about every little thing. A Rio that doesn't respect me at all. A Rio that treats me like a piece of shit.

'I thought you knew already.' He scoffs and turns back to me for a second, staring me up and down. Clear disappointment in his eyes. And that... Stings? 'How the fuck was I supposed to know?'

'Well, why else did you run off earlier?!' Rio's body tenses again, freezing before the fucking explosion. 'Watch your tone with me, Valentina.' He sneers, stepping closer again.

I step back, into the hallway, and keep my eyes on him. He's standing in the doorway, giving me two other options.

I could run to the bathroom and lock myself in there, but he might kick the door down, or I could run up the stairs, but he might grab my leg and pull me down. So either way, I'm screwed.

'How long have you known?' 'I found out today, just before you ran off. I wanted to tell you-' He takes another step, forcing me to step back once more, making me crash into the wall. 'And you didn't, because?'

He has some nerve. 'Because you didn't let me finish.' I sneer, making sure he stays right where he is.

'What?' He asks, a little confused. But it's not that hard. He just has to fucking listen for once.

'I tried telling you, but you wouldn't let me finish. So when you left in such a hurry, I thought you already knew. And then you came back covered in blood. I thought you already knew.'

'You're not supposed to think, Valentina.' He fumes, taking the last step. I didn't know he was this close already, but now there's no way out.

He keeps me in a cage, made of his arms and the wall behind me. Forcing me to look at him as he lifts up my chin a little. 'Next time, you'll fucking tell me. Understood?'

'Don't talk to me like that.' I grunt, pushing him away with all my strength. He stumbles back and turns back to me, anger in his eyes again. 'I'll talk to you however I want, and you'll fucking take it.'

'You're-' He turns back to the room and slams the door right in my face, making me gasp for air at the loud thud. The fact that the door didn't just break, split in two, is a miracle. Asshole!

'You're a real piece of shit!' I shout, banging on the door.

He moves around the room, doing whatever the fuck it is he does. I continue to bang on the door, pulling on the handle, but nothing happens. He locked himself in there like a fucking coward.

'Open the fucking door and talk to me like that again! You piece of fucking shit!' I honestly thought we were over this already. I honestly thought that he at least respected me enough to talk to me like a decent human being. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong.

'Trust me, Valentina, the door is closed to help you.'

I kick against the door, almost breaking it with my strength. 'I don't need your help!'

Never have I been this angry. I'm sick and tired of Rio's mind games. One second he's happy, talking to me about all the little things there are to know about him, and then he suddenly turns to this heartless human being. Without any fucking warning or reason. And I hate it.

'You should've told me.' He sneers, sounding a little betrayed. But I don't get it. How can he blame this on me? I tried talking to him, but he literally pushed me away to leave. 'I tried! You just didn't fucking listen!'

'You are so fucking bipolar!' I slam my fist against the door, feeling a wave of pain rush through my arm, but I couldn't care less. 'Like one second you fucking talk to me, to just ignore me the other!'

I kick against the door one more time, feeling the adrenaline rush out my body. I could fucking kill him right now, but I don't have the energy to keep fighting like this. 'You're.' I kick again, slowly feeling my leg give in. 'A.' Another kick, fighting against the exhaustion. 'Piece.' Another one, hearing the door creak because of the collision, 'Of fucking shit!'

I press myself against the door, before stepping back, almost falling to the floor. Asshole.

The door opens and he throws his bag on the ground, before pushing me against the wall. Hard. Knocking all the air out of my lungs.

He's completely dressed now, wearing his famous black suit. What is he doing?

His hands find their way to my face and with one he squeezes my cheeks together, forcing me to look up at him. It hurts like hell and he knows it. 'Listen to me very carefully because it seems you tend to forget what the fuck this is.'

'Let go-' His grip tightens and I reach out to push him away, but he simply pins my wrist against the wall. Leaving me with one hand. A hand that's too weak to do shit. 'You just destroyed my trust and respect for you.' What?

'And I will never forgive you for keeping this from me.' He fumes, pressing his body against mine. 'That's not how it works, you're the one who-' 'You start at the fucking bottom again, Valentina.'

Who the fuck does he think he is? Blaming this on me? He's the one who didn't let me talk to him, he's the one who ran out of the house when I tried to tell him. And now he's angry at me? Now he's disappointed with me? Because somehow it's all my fucking fault?

Fuck no. I'm not letting this slide. He thinks I'm the one who needs to earn his respect, but it should be the other way around.

'Go to hell.' His lips curl up as he lets go of my face, just to grab the back of my neck again. It hurts like crazy, making me groan out of pain. 'I'll make sure to drag you down with me.'

'You're hurting me!' 'Good.' He grunts. His grip tightens before he lets go of me entirely, stepping back to leave me in pain against the wall.

'Cazzo.' He starts pacing around again, keeping his eyes on me. I keep my eyes on him, trying to read his next move. But there's nothing. Nothing but anger in his eyes.

'I'm going to fucking kill them.' He grabs his bag and heads to the stairs, making me run after him. 'Rio you can't-' 'Guardami.'

He runs up the stairs, three steps at a time, and slams the door behind him. I huff and run back into the room, putting on something before running after him. But it's too late.

He's already screaming at them. 'You should've let her kill North! Less worry for us!'

Leon rolls his eyes and turns towards me. 'Please talk some sense into him.'

'He's too stubborn to listen to me.' 'You better stay the fuck out of this Valentina, because I will literally end you if you get into this mess.' He sneers, making me step back a little. He's angrier than ever before, and I don't get why.

It's like he feels betrayed or something, but why? I told him the truth. I didn't lie to him. I didn't keep this from him on purpose, it was by accident.

'A mess I'm already in since you forced me into this, so I don't see the point.' I walk to the other side of the room, closer to Neveah and Leon.

I know what they did is messed up, but this buys us more time to hide from the guys that want Celine. They could've handled it differently, but it's too late for that now.

All we can do now is just come up with a plan to not get caught.

Rio glares at me, wishing that I was on his side with this. But he should know better. I will probably never agree with him in this type of shit. Since he's always the one who's on the wrong side.

'They bought us more time. Now we can find a way to make sure they don't take Celine.' Neveah nods my way as if that's what she wanted to say in the first place. She looks like she just woke up from the most peaceful nap ever.

Rio looks like he's about to explode, but he also looks like he needs to fucking sleep. For an entire day.

'Pack your shit. We're leaving.' What? 'But we can't-' Without listening to a word I have to say, he heads back into the hall.

I look at Leon and Neveah for a second, who both look at me as if I should be the one running after him. Well, Leon looks at me like that. Neveah looks at me as if she wants to grab our shit and run.

She's sick and tired of being moved around so much. And to be honest, so am I.

For fucks sake... I run after Rio and see him walking towards the basement again. 'Rio!' He simply ignores me and walks down the stairs. I almost fall and break my neck, but when I finally reach him, I crash against his back.

He stopped walking in the middle of the fucking hall.

'You can't do this again, we have that test next week and we said we'll take it in Barcelona-' He pushes me against the wall, knocking all of the air out of my lungs again. Shit. 'Don't fucking-'

'North should've thought about that before she let Leon shoot Monica. It's their fault we're moving again. They messed it all up, not me.' He sneers, wrapping his hand around my neck.

'I never said that it was your fault, but we have to stay in town until the test. Otherwise-' 'Tell them to move to Venice.' Venice?

'We can't just tell them to travel somewhere else.' I say, trying to pry his hands away from my neck. But it's no use. I should know that by now. 'You will. Let North convince them because we're leaving tonight.'

He lets go of me and walks back into the room. I run after him and watch as he throws all my clothes into a suitcase. Not that it's that much since I kept most of it in the suitcase in the first place.

'Rio, I'm not going to-' He turns around, anger in his eyes, silencing me without saying anything.

'I had it under control! They just had to fuck it up didn't they?!' He shouts, throwing a scotch glass around the room. I stumble back, leaning against the wall as I watch him unfold in front of me.

He's angry. Is this... Is this his anger issue?

I look at the glass across the room and back at him. He's breathing like crazy. 'What are you talking about?'

'We found a solution to our problem, but they ruined it by killing Monica. This will mean war with Santos and that's the last thing we needed right now.' He continues to rant, trying to find something else to wreck. 'You found a solution?'

'Yes! Did you think I was going to actually fucking sell Celine!?' He yells at me, making me gasp for air. 'B-but you said-' 'It doesn't matter anyway, we have to go now because they ruined everything. North ruined everything.' He groans, zipping up my suitcase before throwing it on the ground.

I want to shout at him for throwing my shit around, but he basically paid for all of it, so I keep my mouth shut about that.

'It's not her fault, she's not the one who killed her.' I state, almost regretting it. Almost because the anger that seemed to slowly fade, arises again. 'But it's because of Leon's love for her.'

Whenever Rio says the word love, it sounds like he wants to throw up. It sounds like the word is cutting through his stomach or something, and that hurts?

'Now grab your shit and get upstairs.' He walks out of the room and I stay put, waiting until he slams the door upstairs, to take it all in.

He had a plan. He was working on a way to get Celine out of this. But he didn't tell anyone about it. He simply kept it to himself, which made all of this turn out worse than necessary.

And now I have to find a way for Neveah and me to take the test in Venice, without getting killed because of a so-called war that started because of this. Venice...

That's where we'll be going. Fucking Venice...

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