“What do you want,” I hum, lowering my eyelids, keeping my face emotionless.
Mia stands next to me, ready to jump in, but I got this. Ester likes to think that she’s special since her father is a Senator, but that’s bullshit.
“Valentina, I knew that you were Italian trash since the first day of school. I heard my Dad talking to Mom. Dad said that your uncle is the mafia boss. So that means that you’re a mafia slut,” Ester hisses and slaps me.
Her words hurt, but the fucking slap bursts my bottled-up sunshine.
“Oh, hell no! I’m not your biatch to slap around!”
I don’t fuck around, and I grab her hair, twisting it in my left hand, holding on tight, and fist my right hand. I throw back my arm and smack her face hard. I enjoy seeing her lips burst and the blood spatter around us.
“Stop, you fucking slut,” Ester yells, trying to get away.
But I have a good hold of her hair, and I keep her close.
“Now, this is your fucking warning! Don’t fuck with me,” I hiss, smacking her face again.
“Valentina, stop! You’re going to kill her,” Mia yells, grabbing my free arm.
“No! She needs to learn to listen. All of these biatches need to stay the fuck away from us!”
I pull my arm away from Mia’s hand and throw Ester on the ground kicking her on her side, loving to hear the biatch howl in pain.
“It’s enough, young lady,” Ms. Mary says, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me back.
Ms. Beth helps Ester from the ground, shaking her head.
“Are you okay, Ester? Let’s go to the nurse,” Ms. Beth says, holding Ester’s arm.
They walk by, and Ester spits at me. My blood boils, and I pull my arm with all intention of kicking her ass, but Ms. Mary holds my arm tight.
“No, stop,” Ms. Mary yells, pulling me back.
“That biatch just spit on me! That’s not right,” I hiss, pulling my arm.
“Stop right now and tell me what happened,” Ms. Mary asks, looking at me.
I refuse to say a word.
“Nothing,” I say, pressing my lips tight.
“Fine. Let’s go to the headmistress Reed,” Ms. Mary says, pulling me along.
“I’m coming with you,” Mia says, walking next to me.
“Mia, you can’t come, wait out here,” Ms. Mary says, shaking her head.
Mia stares at her and looks at me.
“It’s all good,” I say, lifting.
Mia nods and walks away. I know that she’s texting Don Elio before the headmistress contacts him. I know that he’s going to be pissed off.
A few minutes later, I’m standing in front of the headmistress Reed. She’s a tall, thin older lady with gray hair. She doesn’t have any curves, and she wears thick glasses. I look at her nose twitch and her lips purse tight as she glares at me.
I stare at her, refusing to cower; it’s not happening. I don’t mess with anyone, but if they have the guts to mess with me, they will feel my anger. I’m a fucking Conti!
“Ms. Conti, what’s the meaning of your attack,” Ms. Reed asks, crossing her arms.
