LUCIANO'S POV
The moment I saw it was Gladys, a furrow appeared on my forehead.
This irritating bitch!
I disliked her so much and I didn't try to hide it. She looked like a bad influence and I didn't want her negatively impacting my Tiff.
Yes, she is mine.
"Come on," Tiffany's silvery voice called as she led the girl to the dinning.
Tiffany was still tipsy but she acted like she had everything under control which was annoying. Don't get me wrong, I want to see her silly. I want to see her coming to me and unable to talk sense.
Silly and naughty girls turns me on.
"Here," she told Gladys and handed her a glass. "I'm kind of glad you're around here. It's distilled whiskey, common, have a drink."
"Thank you Tiff, I love whiskey!" Gladys replied as she took the drink.
I watched the two girls drink and whisper to themselves. There was something about Gladys that I irked.
It probably is her personality or even how she talks but I just dislike her. I didn't want her making Tiffany to become someone else entirely.
"A toast to more drinks," Tiffany chuckled and they clinked the glasses together.
Good thing they didn't break the glass because the force they used was outrageous.
Gladys took a sip from her cup and I couldn't hold it anymore. I walked toward where they sat and held Tiffany's arms.
"Follow me," I ordered.
"Okay," she responded then paused. "Hold on Luciano, ourgh! You're hiring me."
Wtf!
I took her to the corner and yanked her to the wall.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked.
"I think she's no good and I don't want her around here."
"But she just came in."
"I know. I don't like her around you," I scowled. "Don't you get it She's a bad influence Tiff."
You can say that again. Bad influence.
"You don't know that." Tiffany muttered with a worried smile.
"Of course I do. It's written all over her face. I don't know if you see it but I do. She's not a good person and I can feel it."
I quickly caught he before she fell flat faced on the floor. Well, she didn't mind. She just moved her hair off her face and exhaled.
"No you can't. You're just jealous. You're jealous that I want to always be around her and I enjoy her company more than I'll ever enjoy yours!"
That May be right but...
"That's not point," I scowled and held her hands.
She pushed her hands out of my hold and held her hair. "What is wrong with you Luciano?"
"I'm just looking out for you," I frowned. "Look, I can help you get rid of her."
"Murderer!" She yelled. "Tell me, do you enjoy killing?"
I wanted to say yes but that would be a horrible life so I sighed.
"Tiffany."
"Don't say my name you killer. You want to kill Gladys Just the way you killed that man. You killed them when we were attacked, you remember?"
I swallowed hard. "Shut up and listen. I killed them because I needed to protect us."
"You fucking killed them, blooooooood." She added unintelligible.
"I know! Some people have to die for us to escape. The earlier you understand this the better for us."
Meh! I wish I did say that.
The way she glared at me made me want to run away but why would I.
"You're unbelievable," she cussed. "Nobody else is dying." She pointed her small index finger at me.
"Won't! Who's dying?" Gladys asked from behind us and Tiffany flinched.
Shit! The bitch just don't get it.
I turned to look at her and she kept laughing while covering her mouth. I could see she was drunk and that angered me more.
"Hey!" Tiffany said too loud. "Common, let's go."
She held her hand and they walked away to the living room. I growled at how frustrating it was to get Tiffany to do things. Sometimes I want to chain her to a bed and do sorts of sweet things to her.
Damn.
I decided to go to Tiffany's room and just stay there for a moment. I walked into the room and there was a scowl on my face.
She had decorated her room and placed some girly things around the room and on the wall.
I looked around as I touched the drawings on the wall. I got bored of being there so I turned to leave.
I stopped before I got to the door and decided to go through her things.
I could know what she's been up to by checking around.
A note was under her pillow but it wasn't completely hidden so I caught a glimpse of it and went to the bed.
I reached for the note and opened it. I flipped through the pages.
She was writing about her days and everything she did.
It sounded strange to me cause I had no idea Tiffany had some sort of diary where she wrote things about herself and her days.
I read it till my eyes found the spot where she wrote failed.
"Failed?" I mumbled and flipped the page again. It had the similar writing and failed was still there.
She had the same word everywhere and it made me frown.
I had no idea what it meant and that made me curious. It is my responsibility to protect Tiffany at all cost and in order to do so, I must know everything going on with her.
I dropped the book back on the table and reached for the door. I stormed out in search of Tiffany.
She had to explain what the hell that is and what she meant by the failed comment beside the dates.
I took quick strides to the living room, and turned to where they sat.
When I got to the sitting room, Tiffany and Gladys were laying on the floor.
They were both drunk and I shut my eyes. I had to be sure Tiffany was safe and that meant monitoring Gladys to see if she knew anything.
Did Gladys know something about the diary in Tiff's room?
A furrow appeared on my forehead as I tried to decipher what it could be.
I turned to the floor and Gladys bag was there. I picked it up and checked the bag.
There were so many girly stuff in her bag including her lip gloss, a tampon and a g-string. Just when I thought I had see it all, I attempted to zip the bag back.
Her phone buzzed and it made me unzip the bag again. I grabbed her phone from the corner of her bag and looked at the screen.
There was a sign of a notification and I tapped on it.
'Done?'
"Huh?" I asked with my brows arched.?
Was Gladys up to something?
I swallowed back the lump in my throat and placed her phone back where I saw it.
I was going to watch her and see if she's up to anything or if there's anything suspicious.