My cell phone ringing woke me up. I groaned, reaching to find my phone, and cracking my eyes open to see who was calling.
It was my dad.
I huffed, annoyed and tired but still answered either way.
"Yeah?"
"Marie," he started, "I've been trying you, you didn't answer. Listen, I don't have all day, you have dual citizenship with the US and Italy, they have universal healthcare," he quickly explained. "Look, I got to go, bambina, bye, love you."
The call abruptly ended.
I slowly blinked.
What the actual fuck? How fucking rude can he be? The audacity! 'I don't have all day'?
That's not my fault!
I pulled myself out of bed, going over to my clothes. I had no clue what to wear. I had no clue what I wanted to even do today.
There was a motorcycle in his garage...
No, tomorrow I will.
I will rebel like the young rebel I was!
I grabbed a sweatshirt and some jeans before I left the room, going downstairs. No one was in the living room so I made my way to the kitchen. The clock read '10:19.' I didn't even realize I slept in that late. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
It was oddly silent.
Sadly enough, that silence was disrupted when I turned the corner to go out to the second living room. I bumped into some fucking wall and the glass in my hand broke on the impact.
A gasp left my lips as I took a step back, the rest of the glass falling to the ground, although it didn't matter. My hand was already cut.
"Merda!"
I looked up, pissed, shocked, and curious whose voice sounded that good. It was top-tier Italian pronunciation.
It was Vincent.
He grabbed my shoulder while his other hand went to my bleeding one. I took the time to look over his outfit. He has a tan button-down with a dark stain on it that was partially hidden under his blazer.
A bloodstain.
My eyes were wide as I looked back up at him. He didn't pay me any attention, he was focused on my hand. I knew that stain wasn't from the glass, there was no way that was possible.
"Shit, I'm sorry, come here," he turned me around to go back into the kitchen.
I blinked, not expecting that reaction at all. I've gotten a lot of attitude from him, which was justifiable because I've given him a lot of attitude, him speaking to me in a kind manner and apologizing was new. He kept my cut hand in his as he neared the skin.
"This might sting," he muttered before running my hand under the water.
I flinched but kept quiet. I was busy studying his face. He looked so pretty. I noticed he had some blood by his ear. I frowned.
"There's blood on you," I whispered.
A small smile formed on his lips.
"There's blood on you too," he chuckled, "stay right here," he instructed as he turned off the faucet and turned around, leaving.
I did as he asked but I was completely baffled.
Before I could think much of it, he came back with a handheld medical kit.
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Vincent
Romance-MATURE CONTENT- After problems go down in her hometown of Brooklyn, she is sent to Italy by her mobster don father. Unknown to her, she wasn't simply going for protection. She was being handed over like a piece of paper to the biggest crime family...