Two complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong.
Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...
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Three long hours left we have finally left the dress store. The bell rings over our heads as we step out onto the streets, I look around at the beautiful street. I have never noticed this before but Italy really is a beautiful place, the streets look filled with culture.
We begin walking away from the store yet not in the direction of the cars like expected, we begin walking down the street. "There is a beautiful cafe just a. ten minute walk from here." Mat notes the confusion on my face as he explains where we are going now. We walk and in hand then we hear shouting. Lots of shouting.
One voice in particual sounds oddly similar, a lot like. Preston stand son the corner of the street screaming to someone, his voice filled with anger. His ace is clenched as well as his fists, anger clearly set through his entire body as we all pause and watch.
"Pensi che abbia visto. Possiamo giocare a questo di come un sosia." Elio adds. I look to Enzo who turns around, his hand remains connected to Lucinda's as he turns his body to speak to Mateo. Mat shake this head as he looks down at the excitement on my face. [Translation: Do you think she saw? Can we play this off as a look alike?]
My eyes stay on Prestons as the person he is arguing with elbows him nodding in my direction, he sighs looking at me then his face lights up. His smile doesn't quiet meet his eyes like it once did however I am sure thats due to my company not me. Right?
I giggle watching as he walking closer to me, I let go of Mateos hand and begin walking towards him. Yet I am pulled back, Prestons face once again fills with anger as someone pulls me back. This time thinking it was Mat yet i'm mistaken, Elijah pulls me into the middle fo the group.
"Gia, he's dangerous. He's no longer the man you know. You said it yourself." Giovanni informs me however my body fills with an emotion which seems to be uncommon to me. Anger. I shake my head pushing past them once again walking towards Preston, this time running so no one can stop me.
Opening his arms, he engulfs me in a hug lifting me from the ground. Spinning us around I laugh as his familiar scent fills my nostril and I feel happy. Genuinely happy. Despite the issues I have with Prestons he's my brother and always will be. He may have made some terrible decisions but he's my brother, which I had to explain to Enzo multiple times as he cursed his name adamant on putting a bullet through his brain.
"Princess. You look different." placing me back on the ground, I do a twirl making him smile.
"Thats because she's happy." Matteo shouts his accent thick through his words as well as the hatred he has for Preston. "Fottuto bastardo." Mat hisses in his direction this time quieter than his previous statement. [Translation: Fucking bastard.]
"Oh Lorenzo how you doing? After you know." Pres teases as he pretends to shoot Enzo with is fingers. I sigh pushing Preston a little bit further form the group creating a little more distance. Enzo steps forward however Luka pulls him back then Luce stands in front of him beginning to calm him down.
