Vincenzo

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I flexed my fingers and sat upright, placing myself in a better position for ease of typing. Okay, here we go....

The blank monitor stared at me, or rather, it sneered at me. Nothing seemed to be forthcoming. Nothing! Should be about an hour now since I grabbed my laptop. An hour had passed since I took my seat, ready to begin my term paper, but there had been zero progress. Niente!

Shutting my eyes, I cracked my neck—summoning up my mojo. No need to give up. I knew I got this. And so, I reopened my eyes and looked straight at the keyboard. Uno, due, via!

The words flowed for some time, before they eluded me. Frustrated, I tapped on backspace and tried again:

The local news agency is such that accounts for the globalisation...

Just like that, I lost it. The words faded into thin air. Burning with annoyance, I shut the laptop and buried My face in my palm. Fuck!

The reason for my inefficiency wasn't lost to me. The reason was quite stupid that I banged my palm on the desk. Fuck! The bitch... That fucking lowlife.

The events of yesterday were still vivid in my mind. It'd kept me tossing throughout the night, my face smeared with humiliation. Madre... She'd let me down. I mean, yes, she always did. I wasn't ever good enough, but yesterday, her attitude was plain bullshit. She'd berated her son in front of some commoner. In front of that fat, dirty, fucking pig.

My gaze happened outside and I spotted some maids trimming the hedges. Madre had really pushed me to the wall. She was so mean. And that fucking bitch...

I gritted my teeth, groaning. Oh, fucking lord, I'd so deal with her. I'd deal with her and that puppet of a woman she had as a mother. Who the hell did she think she is, eh?

"Mate," my wolf, Russo came.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, rage streaming through my veins. "Now, you shut up. Shit that fucking pit you call a mouth." Mate my dick.

I stared back at my laptop. Making an attempt to type would be useless. I couldn't do so in this kind of environment. Staying here was just irritating, I had to get out. Yes, the school library should work just fine, even though the silence there was triggering.

Having made up my mind, I threw on a plain black polo and hid my errant waves under a baseball cap. With my backpack strapped on my shoulder, I left the room.

I hurried down the stairs and got to the hallway that opened up to the living room. As soon as I stepped into that hallway, a strong smell hit me. Its familiarity left my muscles tensed up. Vanilla. Fuck, no.

I shut my eyes, such that sanity would be restored, but try as I might, the smell persisted. It got stronger as I approached the living room.

"She's near!" Russo said. It took me a whole lot of willpower to remain put and not shut him up. But then, it wasn't as if he would heed to my caution if I did. Russo had a fucking mind of his own and I was done letting him push my buttons.

I abruptly halted my steps right at the threshold, and the sudden movement drew the bitch's attention. She looked up from the couch she was dusting. On sighting me, she sucked in air into her lungs—her once dallying heartbeat, now erratic. She genuflected with her head bowed.

"Buo...buono ginoro, piccolo maestro."

Little Master? Was that her title for me? The bitch. It won't take me long to make little of her value. If she was worth anything at all. Just take a fucking look.

Just take a fucking look at how she trembled like an epileptic. Her lips quivering and her round eyes fixed to the floor. Bloody chicken. Her blood rushed through her veins, and I only wondered how she hadn't suffered a stroke yet.

She was a nerve wreck and it was because of me. Perfectta.

I stepped into the room and she took a step back. The movement further fuelling my irritation. She was a fucking weakling and I hated weaklings, which only made me wonder why I was getting this pull towards her. Why did I feel like I wanted to claim her and bring her into my arms? Hell, no fucking way.

She turned back to the couch she had been cleaning and resumed her chore. However, I knew better. She was trying to hide her fright. Too bad I could sense everything. Her emotions were perceivable.

My eyes glided over her large form—starting from her huge black curls that bobbed with each movement she made to her enormous backside. Disgusting. What a fucking heap of flesh. Girls like her were a fucking waste. They weren't good at anything. Nothing at all. I couldn't help but ask myself why Madre hired her. Why did she have to live in the mansion?

"Mate."

The urge came again, attempting to pull me towards her, but I stood my ground. I knew I shouldn't keep staring at her. I was aware that doing so would only worsen the urges. However, I kept at it.

It kinda intrigued me the sort of guts this mulatto had. Well, as I said, she had stepped on my toes. And nobody, I mean, nobody stepped on my toes and went unpunished. The battle line had been drawn.

Tightening my grip on my bag, I forced my eyes off her fleshy bum and strode towards the door.

***.

10:30 pm flashed on the dashboard.

Great. Madre would definitely blow up. A part of me....just a tiny silver, trembled. It accused me, saying, "you like getting into trouble, Vincenzo."

Oh please. Mamma thought I still was that 8 year old she had ordered around. The moment she realized I was a grown man now and that I wasn't ever going to bend to her rules, the better for her.

My head was a bit light. I didn't easily get drunk, but man! There had been bottles and bottles of booze to guzzle down at the Beta Sigma frat house. Lots of booze and women.

With determination, I kept driving—willing myself to make it home without dozing off. Luckily enough, I reached home not long afterwards. The relief that washed over me couldn't be measured.

I meandered through the compound and got to the garage. Killing the engine, I staggered out of the Jeep. Fucking alcohol.

I looked around in search of Madre's car and sure enough, it was lying about five feet away from where I was. Shit. As it stood, I had no choice but to wrestle it out with her. Or wait—

I paused as an idea lit up. I could simply go through the backyard. That way, I wouldn't have to pass Madre's room before getting to mine.

Relieved by the good turn out of fate, I started off, while being alert should it be Madre was outdoors instead.

So far so good. She was nowhere in sight.

Cutting through the building, I arrived at the pitch-black backyard. This part of the building hadn't been my favorite, for obvious reasons, but today, it had earned a spot in my heart.

I descended the stairs leading to the backdoor and groped around for the door handle. Finding it, I pulled the door open and shock momentarily shrouded me. The she-devil. Again. She was centimeters apart from me. And the drumming of her heart grazed my eardrums.

"You," I growled.

"Buono—"

"Keep your pathetic greeting to yourself." Instantly, she shut up. Her gaze, as usual, was directed downwards. Everything about this girl annoyed me. She was a fuck ass coward!

"Get your smelly self out of my way." She trembled, doing as I'd said. With my glare still flashed in her, I stepped in. The stupid girl kept cowering, pulling backwards like there was a shell she could shove herself into.

"Hey, moron."

A little frown settled in her face, and I smirked. Interesting. So, she could react, eh. "Look at me while I'm talking."

She did so shakily, her gaze flattering. That's right. She was scared of me. Terrified of me.

"Fix your goddamn eyes on me, dummy."

She jerked, and tried her best to maintain eye contact. With disgust spiraling in me, I looked her over. The girl was fucking curvy. Look how large her chest was. I sure as hell knew her tummy was flabby too. To top it all, she was short. There was no way this filth was my mate. The mood goddess forbid. I didn't believe in the concept of mating as that was absolute garbage, but this thing looking at me... Haha, not a chance. How could I believe this wasteland standing before me was my mate. It just showed how ridiculous the idea of mating was.

"What's your name?"

She licked her lips. "Ri...Rina."

Rina. More like weaker. "So, Rina. Can you tell me what gave you the audacity," I began moving towards her, and she on her part began to retreat, "to rat me out to my mom? "

"I...I..."

"Would you stop stuttering, you piece of shit? Stop it, it grates my brain."

Still trembling, she continued retreating till she hit the wall. Slowly, she glanced at her barrier and shook her head faintly in denial.

A smile spread across my face, delight embracing me. Gradually, I crossed the distance between us and stared down at her terrified face. Her eyes were shut.

From nowhere, her vanilla scent slapped my nostrils. My wolf growled. Shaking off the distraction, I focused on her neck, watching that region bob from the forceful rush of blood.

Her skin was brown, glistening from what I could tell was cream. And then, the throbbing sound of her heartbeat entered my ears. On reflex, I gazed at her chest. I couldn't help it. Those ample breasts met my eyes, her gown tight around them. They were large, like large, large and I found myself imagining what color her nipples were and what it would be like having them stuffed in my mouth. Disgusting, I presumed. Not my type at all.

Fatsos like her were just that. Disgusting. My gaze left her boobs and returned to her face. Her eyes remained shut, same as her lips.

I leaned closer to her, such that our foreheads were separated by a little as an inch or two.

"Look at me."

She did, flashing those round brown eyes at me.

I grabbed her jaw, stopping the urge to run a finger down her pouty lips. My forceful grab earned a wince from her. "Shush. Shush it this minute."

When I had gotten her to stay quiet, I said, "Listen, and listen good. The moment you stepped into my business, you sold your pathetic life to me. And hell, you're gonna have it hot." I clenched her jaw tighter. "What did you think you were going to gain by ratting me out to my mother?"

"I didn't. I swear,—"

"Shut up." She jammed her eyes shut as my grip on my jaw hardened. I stared silently at her for a while. "You haven't heard the last of me, bitch. As long as you live and breathe here, I'll make your life miserable. That's a promise."

Violently, I let go off her jaw and she jerked backward, covering her mouth with her hands. "You won't tell a soul anything that was said here. Do it, and..." I pretended to charge towards her, and as I suspected, she cowered away.

I shot her one more glare and left.

I left even with the burning urge to jam my lips on hers. True, women were nothing but instruments of fucking. However, this particular girl, Rina or whatever her name was, was so worthless. She wasn't even fit to be fucked. 

A/N: Who else doesn't like Vincenzo lmao?!