Carla
“So my baby belongs to you?” The words sound so weird escaping my lips, what am I even saying? How can MY baby belong to him, Lucifer Morningstar. He doesn’t say anything just sits in the oversized chair at the end of the bed, I turn to Giovanni and he stands still and quiet like a statue. I need answers and I need them now.
“Yes and No”
“What the f**k does that mean?”
“Oh what a nasty little mouth you have, I’d love to punish you for that.” He says readjusting in his seat as he unbuttons his jacket and smiles at me. There’s something about him that makes me nervous, the chill in the air makes it hard to breathe and the longer we all sit quietly the weirder this gets.
“Yeah ok buddy, I’m barely dealing with Giovanni at this moment so you have no f*****g chance”
“Honestly Giova
