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~~CECILIA~~

It took at least twenty minutes, but Ivan succeeded in tearing Darya away from the red haired bimbo.

Although twenty minutes was a little bit too late because by the time she was pulled up from the floor, her face was all swollen from the slaps and her top was torn from the front, the only thing preventing her breast from hanging out was her white Lace bra.

"How dare you, you low life rat?" She screeched her eyes wide in fear, "I'll make you pay for this! I'm going to make you pay!!"

"Thank your fucking stars that I wasn't driving a dagger into your belly bitch. Another word from you, and I'll shut you up forever."

Luckily the woman didn't say another word. She turned to Ivan as if expecting him to do something, but when Ivan just stared at her in cold glare, she scoffed and ran off the building.

I almost pitied her. Almost.

I know her type. Besides, I had other things to worry about.

"Are you okay, Rossi?" Ivan asked and I shot him a glare.

"What do you care?"

He shrugged