Avalana’s POV
I glared at the man who was root of all of my problems. I needed my f*****g bags back and he wont let me have them.
“don’t be a douche Vincenzo!” I scowled, stomping my foot like a little kid. “Give me back my bags!”
“You are not staying in that motel. End of!” he declared, staring down at me.
“THAT’S NOT YOUR CONCERN!” I shouted, finally losing it.
He said nothing, waited until I was done shouting in middle of a street.
“Give me my belongings back.” I stared at him.
“no.” he said.
I groaned. “Fine, have them. You can keep my clothes, or I have a better idea, you can wear them. That will finally make you look who you truly are. A p***y!”
I turned on my heels and started to walk down the road, having no intentions of entertaining the idiot
