Chapter 7

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"è una fottuta vittoria Alesandro" [it's a fucking win a Alesandro]

"no cazzo non lo è, ultimo idiota" [no fuck it's not, you lost idiot]

  Alesandro,Luca and surprisingly Antonio were barking down each others necks about fucking cards. I've had enough of these people my head hurts ,I feel like a fucking father to fucking idiots. I need some air cause I'm gonna end up shooting one of them in the head because I came here to talk about business and Alesandro and Luca turned this meeting into some play time.

I poured myself some whiskey and headed outside to smoke. Lighting my cigar ,exhaling the smoke as I lean over the balcony. My attention is moved to whoever is talking below. I couldn't see her properly until she stood up.

Fuck she has ass, I might get some good rounds out of that.

She turned and looked in my direction.

Shit that's her

"The same bellezza" [beauty] from the club last week. I noticed her dancing on the dance floor alone ,fuck I couldn't take my eyes off that body but after I got a good look at her I realised she isn't missing a single thing. She's perfect ,beautiful I lost sight of her until I noticed her at the bar with some flimsy guy laughing. I went down to the lower level of the club looking for her at the bar but she was gone and I couldn't stop thinking about her ever since and now here here she is staring right back at me.

Fuck the way her skin glows in the sun how it highlights her curls and the sun dress she wore ,her breast nearly spilling out of the dress and her curves stretched the dress but it did not look tight at all.

Her beauty is unbelievable

Our eyes departed when Victoria came rushing to her and hugging her.

I toke the last bit of whiskey and went back inside to those idiots.

"Luca, Sandro stop the game". I commanded

"Antonio you do realise that you owe me five bricks right."

"oh sì capo, ho bisogno di più tempo" [oh yeah boss, i need more time] he said nervously.

"più tempo" [more time] i scuffed.

"vedi Antonio non sono tuo amico mio padre sta bene, quindi ascolta se non hai i miei mattoni in due settimane sto cercando di uccidere tua moglie e poi uccidere te e poi i tuoi figli ok ". [see Antonio i'm not your friend my dad is so listen if you don't have my bricks in two weeks i'm gonna to kill your wife then kill you then your kids ok]

"Two weeks ?" He asked shocked

"Yes, Two weeks ,I'll accept an offer to extend you time to two months." I say sitting down on the couch. In his office.

"What kind of offer?" He asked curiously

"I don't know you figure it out". I said blankly

I stood up to pour myself more whisky.
"Carry on with your game".I said with my back turned to them.

Luca and Alesandro seemed unbothered but Antonio on the other hand looked like a kid in trouble but he was not a kid at all ,he is older then all three of us here but he sure was in a lot of trouble.

After the game we headed out , Antonio walking a head to his wife Vic ,meanwhile I was looking at every corner of this house with my eyes looking for her. Till

Antonio cleared his throat,turning my head and oh save me great Jesus she's gorgeous.

Those eyes. I just could not look away

Watching as my brother literal complement her physique my chest tightened and I felt an extreme annoyed feeling filled me, I brushed it off as nothing new given my brothers piss me off the entire time.

Walking over to her close enough to smell her scent

If I'm not careful she might end up being a fucking drug to me

I wanted nothing to do with her at the moment so I walked off.




I wanted nothing to do with her at the moment so I walked off

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