Chapter 15: Go Bad Bitch

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Andrea's pov:

We are driving through a dead end street in his black Ferrari and all city lights are gazing brightly beside us. I glanced over him who's looking at his phone, typing something. I opened the glass of the car's window as I let the cool breeze touch my face.

We're sitting on the backseat while his driver is driving. Where on earth am I? I don't know this place so I asked Kavinsky, "Where we are?"

"Italy"

"I know but where is it?"

"We're in Venice. But do you know we're in Italy?"

"Cause I heard that mafias are mostly from Italy. No way I traveled from Spain to Italy! Esto es loco!"

He remained silent for a while but then he pulled out a ring. It seems costly. He said, "Wear this"

"Is this a proposal-"

"Don't ask questions. This is just for reputation of mine. I can't let you go there looking all broke and poor which you actually are". He scoffed.

I wore it. It seems pretty costly but I didn't like how he insulted me. "I know I'm poor but you don't have to say to me like that. How much it cost?"

"50000 dollars"

I choke on my saliva as I narrowed my eyes. Is he some- oh yeah, he's drug dealer. But I'm too stunned to speak. 50000 dollars is he even kidding?

"What- you're-"

"Billionaire with a B baby", he winked at me. "Don't be surprised. This is nothing for me. I can buy thousands of rings like that"

God. Stay mute Andrea. He's so rich. But still I don't care. He hit me. He's worst and I hate him so much.

We finally reached to that place. It's a pretty big mansions lightened with golden shinning lights. Kavinsky came out of the car and opened the car's door. He helped me to get out of the car. He took my hand and stared into my eyes. "I'm sorry that I forgot to say that", He paused. "You look beautiful", he whispered into my ears. I looked away cause I don't want to get compliments from a devil. A pretty devil.

We made our way to the hall where all the mafias are gathering, gossipping. Strippers are dancing, wines and drinks are being served, sexy girls wandering here and there. Andrew moved away my hands from his arms. Obviously, he feel embarassing having me here.

A boy approached us who seems the same age as Kavinsky's. He hugged him and patted his shoulder. He looked over me. "I'm Twilight. And you?"

"Such a pretty name. I'm Andrea! Nice to meet you".

We both shook hands and i can already feel Kavinsky's being embarrassed. I'm just hoping Twilight won't ask him who am I.

"So who's she?", Twilight asked Kavinsky. God! Kavinsky peeped at me and bit the inside of his lips. He gave a slight smile to Twilight.

"My slave", he said. I quickly glanced at him. What the fuck he just said? Slave? I mean yeah I'm kind of his slave but why he introduced me to someone like that? He's just too bad.

"Why you brought your slave here?", Twilight smiled awkwardly at me but I moved away my gaze. I'm too ashamed.

"Just because she wanted to explore the world and all shit. Hey, leave that"

"Yes. You guys enjoy", Twilight left leaving us. Loud musics are playing around us. I made his jacket go off my body and it fell on the ground. I'm pissed off.

"What's wrong with you?", He questioned.

"I just don't want your jacket"

"What-"

Some pretty blonde girls approached him. They looked down upon on me and gave me a dirty look. "Who's she?", One of them asked.

"It doesn't matter"

"Okay? You want to have a drink with us?"

"Sure". The girls left as he turned his attention towards me. "Be here only. don't go anywhere", he said and went to drink. Huh! As if I'm going to listen. I saw a boy drinking alone. He's handsome and charming. I approached him. I know that the blotches and blemishes are visible. His jacket is still there on the floor.

I sat behind the boy and ordered a drink for me. Our gaze met as he gave me a beautiful smile pressing his lips. But I flashed a sexy smile instead.

"What's your name?", He asked.

"Andrea Handerson. And yours?"

"Beatrice Patterson. Whom you came with?"

"Oh with my.. boyfriend!", I lied. I had no other options. "Andrew Kavinsky"

"You're A-k's girlfriend? He's lucky."

"No I'm-"

Some random girl with a revealing lilac coloured dress wrapped her arms around his neck as she pecked him. "Baby!". She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "so, you're whom? Andrew Kavinsky's girlfriend? Girl. You look like his slave"

I'm his slave only.

"Excuse me? Do you know who the fuck you're talking to?", I tried to say it calmly.

"Yes. You really look like a slave"

"And you look like a slut", I smirked. Her eyes go red as she clutched Beatrice's shoulder more roughly.

"Did you just listen what she said me babe?"

"I..", I interrupt Beatrice.

"Fight me all by youself. Why you're bragging your boyfriend here? Or.. you're afraid you might get scratched by me?"

"Hah!", She said with a laugh. Her face is solemn. I stood up from my seat. The glass of the red wine is still on my glass as I'm slightly moving it between my fingers. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend"

"Exactly. Stop flirting with other's boyfriend!", I said cause I saw her flirting with Kavinsky. I'm not jealous.

"Okay? You're not girlfriend. Stop it you bitch!"

"Bitch? I've not said something bad-"

"Oh c'mon fuck it. Bet your mother's ashamed of you too. Oh!", She stopped covering her mouth with her hand. "Or she's a bitch too?".

I splashed the wine onto her dress making her stunned. Everyone got shocked seeing the sight. She grabbed the corner of her lilac dress from both side and observed it with shame and disgust.

I'm happy I ruined her dress.

"Oh my god you psycho? Look what you've done!", She shouted and the crowd is watching the drama. I catch Beatrice smilling and I sniggered at him. "God! You know how much it worth? You fucking-", she stopped as she was about to slap me when a hand ceased her wrist from slapping me.

I knew it. Who it can be only?

Her eyes broadened. Her mouth is partly shut. Her lilac dress is still wet. He jerked her hand off. "Whom are you to lay a hand on her?", He said softly.

"I-"

"I ASKED WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE?"

"Well Andrew she just threw wine on my precious dress which worth-"

"How much this shit worth?"

She looked at us and then at her dress. The crowd is as shocked as Beatrice girlfriend. She hesitated first but then said,"5000 dollars"

I've never seen 5000 dollars. Are you kidding?

Kavinsky pulled out his wallet from his pocket and threw some money on her as if she just gave him a blowjob or something and now he's paying her for it with hatred. She picked up the money. God. Rich people.

"Ten thousand dollars. Five thousand to fix your dress and extra five thousand to fix your attitude", Kavinsky uttered and then looked at me, "Let's go, Andrea". With that he went. But it's my turn.

"Well it's not my fault. You addressed me a bitch and I show you what bitches do. Simple.", I paused and then took out the ring, the precious ring which Kavinsky gifted.. no, gave me sometimes ago. I threw it on her face and it fall at her foot. She looked down being puzzled.

"Fifty thousand dollars. To fix your fucking face. You look shit in this lilac dress, darling!", I leered at her and turned around and went with the clacking sound of my heels. Everyone is shocked and I'm sure, they'll think about me once when they get home.

*Smirks*