C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
Ten years later here's the update! I'm super duper sorry my loves!!!
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Liv One month later)
"Babe."
No answer.
"Ethan." I said again poking his cheek lightly as his head turned in my direction, finally peeling his eyes away from the computer. He looked at me apologetically, taking my hand and kissing the back.
"I'm sorry, thank you mi amore." He said as he took the plate with the freshly made breakfast on it and I smiled giving him a kiss on his cheek.
I sat on the stool next to him resting my head on his shoulder reading all the words on the email he received this morning.
Suddenly a stampede rushed down the stairs and next thing I know Grayson comes barreling into the kitchen with Max in a head lock, and Nicky recording it all closely behind them.
Dorks.
"Stop! Stop you fucking dick!" Max yelled. It seems over time max has grown more comfortable with Gray so he's not scared to cuss him out if he needs to. Gray just laughed and held him tighter.
I giggled through my breath and returned my eyes to the screen not missing how tense Ethan felt. I furrowed my eyebrows looking over to him seeing his face morphed in pain, and him rolling his shoulders back slowly.
I can't forget to give him a massage later.
"Gray. Get your ass over here." My Italian snapped immediately gaining attention of all the guys in the room. Such power he has.
Gray swiftly let Max go, and made his way over to peak over Ethan's shoulder to the computer.
"Robertó Vasquéz, the manager of our cartel in Colombia, just gave word that a large city gang has been fucking with the shipments." He said as Grays face turned annoyed.
He groaned dramatically and loudly tilting his head back, rubbing his face.
"Little pricks."
I jumped in my seat just as a loud crash sounded through the kitchen. I peaked over the island and saw a shattered bowl. I followed my eyes up and saw a guilty, goofy-smiled Nick.
I shook my head choosing to ignore it as I gave my attention back to the mafia men. They seemed to be communicating with their eyes, although it must not have worked very well because..
"What the fuck are you trying to say?" Ethan snapped at gray as he widened and wiggled his eyebrows trying to speak silently.
Gray pouted and rolled his eyes. "Damn someone's being an dick today, get to riding his grumpy ass Liv." Gray said receiving a blush from me, and a punch to the shoulder from Ethan.
"I want Xavier and a full set of rookie guards on a flight to Colombia tonight, a little book club isn't going to fuck with my shipments. And I also want you three out so I can have breakfast with my woman." The Italian snapped obviously tense from not having a break for months.
