||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
Hey there! I know it's been a long long break... But here I am, back with a new chapter.
Hope you enjoy!
Love, -SL
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"Hijo de Puta!"
"Papà Carlos!"
We both shrieked as we spotted CG in the trunk.
"What?" He shrugged casually.
"How long have you been in there?" Mar shrieked, shaking the car slightly.
"You know, a couple minutes." CG replied calmly. "Ofcourse I've been here ever since you both started from the masion, you estúpido." He screamed back at Mar.
"Carlo," Mar sighed. "Why are you here?"
"I'd like a drink too, you know." He smiled. "I also thought I'd help you empty up that bottle." He added, eyeing the bottle of champagne, between Mar and I, which Mar was quick to move from CG's view. "Too much alcohol ain't good for the body." He shrugged like he himself doesn't drink atleast a bottle a day.
"We don't have more glasses, sorry buddy." Mar smiled looking at his best friend.
"I knew you'd say that," CG smiled back. "That's why, I brought my own." He smirked showing us a flute glass in his hand.
Marco groaned while I watched all this in amusement.
Kids! Literally kids!
"Oh come on you two!" CG sighed as he opened the trunk and climbed out.
"Mar." I placed my hands on his bicep.
"I just wanted to spend some alone time with you." He said through gritted teeth.
