ELEVEN.

Marwa.

I made sure to slam the car door extra hard for the sake of my agitated self. Fuck him, his Lambo and his entire fucking bloodline. With my fist clenched around my phone, I speed through the long hallway to my designated room. And hopefully, my sole way of getting rid of their annoying selves.

I need the peace now more than ever.

"Oi! Xavier, wait up!"

Spoke too soon.

"What is it now?" I swivel halting my long strides and meeting Sloane's small frame. I watched as he heaves, pulling his inhaler out, taking two long puffs. "Are you alright?" I ask, unimpressed and uninterested in idle chitchat.

He looks down dumbly and then up, "Y-yep, thank you!" He smiles brightly, not looking like he'd almost lost his breath trying to catch up with me. The new refound joy in his eyes dimes down as he looks into my unmoving body, and unresponsive eyes "I wanted to-"

I cross my arms over my chest and take a good look at his face as he stammers, giving him the sign to continue with his rambling, "W-well I changed - I mean, no! It wasn't my doing, I, you see, uh," He hooks his arms in front of him and squints his eyes behind his red rimmed, thin glasses, worry painting his face, "What I'm trying to tell you is that-"

And he gets cuts off, and I suddenly feel like I'm in a continuous, unrelenting, hellish circle of every single thing going south. Someone out there must really have it out for me.

"You're staying in our wing. We weren't able to find you a room in the east wing. Lee and his crew are taking it after all. " I don't want to see or hear his voice or see the irkingly, vicious smirk painted across his face as I can already tell that it's... right there. Taunting me. And the chance of risking my last slither of sanity has the controls of my brain hanging by a thread, ruining my short lasted hope of having a good fucking day.

They said they'd get it done. Inadequate swines.

Sparing the curly haired ginger, a half assed smile, "Lead the way then," I attempt to ignore his haunting presence looming over me like a dead weight, his gaze not moving from my back. Until, he breaks the silence and opens his obnoxious mouth. Again.

"I'll show her around. "

Sloane sighs and almost runs off, "The sexual tension, L-lord." He whispers not so quietly, and my lips twitch as he hurries away.

I follow Victoriano quietly, taking note of how many entrances, exits, windows, and balconies the property has. Memorizing the entirety of it is gonna be one hell of a homework. I keep my mouth shut. My wallet, revolver, and phone are the only things on me. As he guides me further down the unending hallway.

"Your belongings are all in there and your clothes are already unpacked and in place," opening the door, I don't look at the interior as i am held in a trance at the pretty view outside the balcony. The commanding tone he uses as he says it makes my insides twist as he pulls my attention to his form, leaning on my doorframe. "My room is the one on the left, and Vin's is on the right. "

I nod, and he leaves, thankfully locking the door behind him as I admire the minimalistic, neat room, and I fall on the bed face first. I can't tell when I fall asleep or how, but a few hours later, I'm startled by someone insistingly knocking at my door.

"What is it?" I managed to shout out, not wanting to get out of bed.

"Dinner."

A distant voice replies, monotonous, and I hear their faint footsteps as they walk away.

I'm reluctant as I walk into the walk-in closet to pick something to change into. Pulling out a pair of grey joggers, a cropped black hoodie, and my undergarments, I stepped into the adjacent bathroom and washed my face thoroughly, getting rid of the makeup I had slept with. I cringe as I stare at the rat's nest that i call my hair.

Applying my cherry lip balm, I exit the bedroom and head towards the bustling dining area already dreading it as my phone chimes in my hand. Enzo was running late.

Fun-fucking-tastic.

I started texting him back, threatening him with bodily harm as he left me to deal with the Martinez' by myself, until I bump into something hard. Taking a quick glance as I'm met with dark blue eyes, he squints them at me but doesn't say anything as he steps aside and walks away, not saying a word.

"Weirdo."

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I stepped into chaos, and I instantly regretted coming down.

"There she is! Come, come, we've been waiting for you." Lee has a bright smile directed at me as he stands at full height and pulls a chair out for me at his right and facing the devil's incarnate himself, Victoriano.

"Thanks," I send Lee a lipped smile. "Always a gentleman."

He starts talking. "Ah, you know me, Amira," I caught up with him and his crew as we all sat at the table sharing a laugh here and there over the surprisingly delicious dinner. I thought we'd be served the haunted souls that the twins had collected. The mean thought makes my lips curl in a smirk. (Princess)

Halfway through dinner, my eyes start feeling heavier, and I call it a night.

"I'm off to bed, see y'all tomorrow," I groggily stood up. Lee threw me a smile and a gentle good night, Amira.

Victoriano is still staring at me, quieter than he'd ever been, and trust me, Victoriano Martinez is never quiet, i was tempted to tell him off at one point, though deemed it unworthy. It was unsettling how hard he was staring, but I only let my distaste show through my eyes, and my face remained expressionless