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"Mmm"he stood up slowly making his way towards me ."Are you afraid of me Sage "came his deep voice from behind me as he placed his hands on my hips .
I sucked in a breath as I felt his nose run up the back of my now exposed neck thanks to him mo...
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Sage Müller What a freaking night.
I was still high off the ass whooping that I gave Renata. God did that feel good.
Today we were going to the street races, and I was losing my shit. I had never been to one, but I've seen the fast and the furious franchise. To say I wasn't excited would be an understatement.
I was practically creaming my pants right now.
I walked downstairs and couldn't help but laugh as I looked at the girls. We had practically picked out the same outfit. Talk about great minds think alike.
We all chose black leather as our staple pieces. I wore a white ribbed crop top, light-wash jeans, and black doc martens. The twins took the matching route and wore an oversized graphic tee and knee-high leather boots.
I love a good knee-high moment.
Sienna was rocking some leather jeans, a white halter top, and panda twist retro jordans.
Tessa wore a black mini dress and cherry red knee-highs.
The ring was glistening - might I add.
Natalia wore a black leather jacket, a white tube top with a playboy bunny, a plaid skirt, and black six-inch ankle boots.
Willow was wearing a black oversized leather jacket, a white mini dress, and low doc martens.
Mya wore a white corset top, black leather mini skirt, and white and black Chanel sneakers.
What the boys wore is irrelevant.
''This is gold,'' Natalia said as we all looked each other over.
''Maybe telepathy does exist,'' Gianni said in awe.
''Don't ever say that stupid shit again,'' Alessandro said, flicking his neck as we struggled to hold in our laughter.
After the boys clowned Gianni - we finally made it out the door and walked towards the garage.
''Pick your poison,'' Giovanni said, waving to the numerous cars in the garage. In my opinion, it was like a freaking warehouse more so than a shed.
I walked past the different models of sports cars until my eyes landed on a cherry red McLaren 720s.
''This one,'' I said, pointing to the car.
''Are you sure,'' he asked while adjusting his aviators.
''Positive,'' I said, shaking my head in excitement.
He chuckled as he reached to open my door, "You're in for a wild ride baby.''
I didn't doubt that for one second.
As we drove through the streets of Italy - I was captured by the city and the architecture. It was so bright and vibrant here compared to New York.
