❝ 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅,
𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆
𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❞
𝑨𝑻𝑩 𝒙 𝑻𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄 𝒙 𝑨7𝑺
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T H E A
It takes a me a second to process his words, but they do eventually sink in.. kind of.
He's my uncle.
How is that possible? Surely I would know about him? I've known this family since the day I was fucking conceived.
"How?" I ask, completely confused by his revelation. "He only has a brother and Enzo has two boys, older than us."
He glances over my shoulder at Shyla and Aven as they wait behind me before fixing his attention back on me. "It doesn't matter, I have to go." He mutters quickly and begins to walk away.
I turn in the direction he leaves in, watching as he walks off. "I guess I'll just see you at the tracks then!" I call out and he stops suddenly at my words, slowly looking back at me.
His jaw clenches slightly and his eyes narrow. "No Thea, stay away. I don't want to see you there tomorrow night." He dismisses before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away.
Uh, well that was rude.
Shyla scoffs and pulls the strap of her bag up over her shoulder, adjusting it slightly. "What a jerk," she mutters and I nod in agreement, turning around and heading into the restaurant.
A waitress greets us as we walk in and she talks us through tonight's specials, boring me half to death. I honestly couldn't care less what kind of delicacy the lobster is, I just want my chicken and fries.
Russo's is a very.. how shall we say, posh restaurant? You can only come here on an invitation basis, mostly if Romeo knows you. Strange, I know.
So basically, not just any Tom, Dick or Harry can waltz in and eat here. The dress code is usually black tie, but occasionally, I've seen men in dark jeans. It's more of a prestigious venue and if I didn't personally know Romeo, I definitely wouldn't be allowed in here.
I'm still really intrigued to know how Rio is related to him if Enzo isn't his father. There's no other way he could be his nephew if he isn't? I don't get it.
"It does make sense if you think about it." Aven says, stealing me from my thoughts.
I look up at her, my eyes focusing on her face. "What?"
She shrugs nonchalantly, "if Rio is related to Romeo, it makes sense because Rio has tanned skin, much like most Italian's have. His hair is jet black, and his eyes are also dark."
"You can get blond Italian's Aven, stop being so stereotypical." Shyla mumbles.
"Yes but the 'typical' Italian look is tall, dark and handsome. You can't deny that." She replies and I find myself looking around the restaurant, trying to find Romeo.
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Wait For Me
Roman d'amourThea has grown up her entire life, wishing time would wait for her. Every day seems to pass quicker than the last, every hour faster than the one before. She feels as though her life is simply flashing before her eyes. With her teenage years slowly...
