Tino kissed the side of my head as I climbed into the car. I groaned as Vince got into the Driver's seat. Tino was only wearing a pair of black sweatpants -no footwear and no shirt. His hair was a beautiful mess.
He held the phone up, a stern look on his face. I rolled my eyes and took the phone from him. It had been a whole day since Gianni left and we'd been been trying to reach him but he'd been busy.
"Hey angel. I heard you were throwing a tantrum" I shivered at the sound of Gianni's voice, a smile grazing my lips.
"I wasn't throwing a tantrum" I pouted, glancing at Tino who wasn't impressed and I felt a little bad that I had stressed him out.
"That's not what Tino is fucking telling me" Gianni growled in a tone that he had never spoken to me in. I stared down at my sandals-clad feet, tears welling in my eyes.
"You're gonna go to the mall, I don't give a flying fuck about what you do. You better not come home with that attitude. Sono chiaro?" I nodded, sniffling as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Words, Angel" he growled and I wiped the tears off my face with the back of my palm. I shoved the phone at Tino who sighed and took it from me.
I slammed the door shut, my eyes already hurting and I hadn't even cried as much as I wanted to.
"Cosa le hai detto? I just needed you to-" Tino spoke, sighing as he stopped midway. He pinched the bridge of his nose while I cried.
It was the first time Gianni had yelled at me and I hated it.
"I can handle one baby throwing a tantrum but two? Chiudi quella cazzo di bocca, Gianni! Lei sta piangendo..." Tino sighed and hung up before he turned to me.
"I know-"
"I don't wanna talk to you" I sniffled and he sighed, combing his fingers through his hair.
"Vince, please drive" I told Vince and Tino groaned. Vince instantly heeded to my request and he drove off.
"We could make a stop at the amusement park" Vince suggested and I exhaled, looking up at him. I wiped my tears away and looked up at Vin.
He winked at me and I smiled.
"I've never been to an amusement park before" I confessed and he chuckled.
"I figured. Wipe those tears, si?" He held out a white handkerchief for me to take and I took it, mumbling a 'thank you'.
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WURAOLA
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