"What the fucking hell is this!" I yelled, throwing off the box. To say I was terrified was an understatement.
I couldn't even say what my eyes was staring at.
"You don't like your present, Peach?" Romano said, cleaning the blood stain off his hand with a towel.
"Who's palm is this, Romano" I asked, my voice coming out small. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
When he said he had a gift for me, I was happy. Only to see a fucking severed bloody palm. I closed my mouth, trying to suppress the urge to puke all over the bed.
"I told you I'll burn down the world for you. I'd fucking rip anyone who dares to touch you without my consent" He sneered.
"That doesn't answer my question"
"That's the hand of the fucker that almost raped you few nights ago." He said, his gaze fixated on my face
"No shit" I covered my face with my palm. I didn't if I was normal for feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I should be mad right?
