My Mafia

Chapter 4

*Giovanni's POV*

"Bro shut the fuck up, that was clearly in," I say pointing to the indent in the sand, where the volleyball got hit out.

The weather in Italy was way too hot, hotter than me may I add, so we decided to go to the beach. Me, Stefano, Jordan, Kriss (a new recruit) and Emilia (his sister) are on one side of the volleyball net while Mateo, Mark, Gabby, Angela and Paul (one of Mateo's hundreds of cousins) are on the other team against us.

"Homeboy, the ball destroyed that poor child's sandcastle like 50 feet away," Kriss says causing everyone to laugh.

Emilia returns with the semi-wet volleyball and we return to our game. Mateo serves the ball directly to me. I attempt to spike the ball back but Mark and Paul, who are built like celery sticks, block my spike. I quickly turn to see where the ball landed, but Jordan dives for the ball, hits it over the net, into the empty space between Angela and Gabby.

"Point!" I yell while clapping loudly to annoy Mark and Paul.

We get the ball back and Emilia goes to serve the ball. We continue playing volleyball for another hour until Mateo's clingy-ass wanted to go stay with his daughter who was playing in the sand with his mother, Maria. We gather our belongings near the volleyball net and go to our umbrella that is placed near the water. As we walk closer to our tent, we see Maria, setting up a picnic with all types of food.

"Maria, we are fat enough," I say blowing up my stomach and grabbing a sandwich from the plate in her hands.

"Speak for yourself," Kriss laughs nudging his sister's shoulder.

"Nobody is shoving food down your throat," Mark walks over, slapping my shoulder.

The rest of our friends and family join us under the tent and start eating with us. In a matter or minutes, all the food is gone and everyone is laughing and talking with one another.

As soon as I'm done eating, I stand up and yell, "Chicken fight."

I run over to Ella and Gabby. Ella is laying in the sand, book in hand, and a thick layer of sunscreen on her face. Gabby is rubbing baby oil all over herself. I pull Ella over my shoulder as she kicks my back playfully.

"Good," Gabby says following us into the ocean. "She would not put that book down. Who willingly reads about anatomy at the beach?"

"Tell me that in twenty years, when I'm making bank and you just have daily concussions," Ella says to Gabby.

I squat under the water and Ella sits on my shoulders. Gabby gets onto Mark's and Emilia sits on Paul's shoulders.

Paul shakes his head towards me, "No hard feelings when we win."

"We will see about that pretty-boy," Gabby says from atop Mark's shoulders.

Mark lightly squeezes Gabby's thighs. "The only person you should be calling pretty-boy is your boyfriend. Hint- that's me."

She laughs and we start the game. While the girls try to tip each other over, us guys try to physic each other out mentally.

The first to fall is Gabby. Although Mark seems sad, Gabby looks like she couldn't care less. "Let's go sweetcheeks," Paul says to Emilia as they charge towards me and Ella.

"Ayo, stop looking at my man tits, you pedo," I say to Paul. He laughs enough for Ella to get Emilia to fall off Paul's shoulders.

Ella and I dance, rubbing into their faces that we won.

"You ego is ginormous," Kriss says swimming over to us.

"Not as big as my balls tho," I smirk. Hey, they will never know if I'm lying or not.

Ella high fives me and swims over to Gabby. I turn towards the shore and see Angela and Mateo joining us.

Angela, Ella and Gabby swim deeper into the ocean while they guys stay where we are. The sun shines, warming the water, or maybe Mark just peed.

"So Don, do we have to train tomorrow? I can already feel my sunburn," Kriss complains, trying to convince Mateo to let us have an off day. Kriss hates having to wake up at four in the morning to workout and train. He is more of a night person so when he is late, a few of the recruits and I prank him. Just the typical, permanent marker dick on his face, and ice cold water down his pants.

Mateo slaps his hand onto Kriss' sunburnt shoulder. "Yes."

"Worth a try," I say to Kriss.

We continue making small talk until Maria and the girls have to pull us out of the water by our swim trunks. We quickly and swiftly gather our stuff and head home.

Once again, the ladies force the guys and I to organise all the beach stuff. Not that, that is an issue. Fuck toxic masculinity, it was just funny because of the way they dropped everything into the garage and ran inside and locked all the doors. Angela even flipped us off.

"Aye, Stefano, where does this go," I ask, holding up his phone that I pick-pocketed.

As soon as Stefano lays his eyes on his phone, in my hand, he runs after me, trying to get his phone back.

Since Stefano isn't the most athletic like me, I am able to stay a few steps in front of him.

"Have you been saying naughtily, inappropriate, stuff to Jordan?" I tease Stefano.

After a few more minutes of joking around, I give him his phone back. Like the good younger brother that I am.

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Authors Note
-no Gio and Stefano aren't brothers, but they have been raised together since they where young so they consider each other brothers.

-I wanted to give y'all a little light hearted chapter, something fun.
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