Arsenio Point of View
“You son of a –“
“Bianchi.”
“No, you good for n-“
“Naughty rendezvous?”
“How could you –“
“Be this handsome and happening. I know, I wonder the same.”
“I will kill –“
“Anyone who captures my heart apart from you? I think that is going a little far. Let’s put our passion towards each other lightly.”
It will take me years to calm the anger with is in full swing inside me but I don’t have that much time before I settle the rows with the sneaky bastard who is a good for nothing nuisance for the world.
How dare he?
Emptying the glass of water on my head in a mere and a useless attempt to cool down myself, I plopped down on the large settee right in front of the Bianchi bastard.
If only I can kill him with all those medieval torture tools but sadly, he has his own knowledge on those methods himself.
How I wish I could slap the smirk off his face.