𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ━━ Fezco (EDITING)

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❝You cut your hair but you used to live a blonded life ❞

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MARCHETTI HOUSE:

RORY was currently sitting in her front room watching Bojack horseman.

She loved cartoon shows, she preferred them to shows that were based on real life. Maybe that's why she was also obsessed with supernatural shows as well.

Teen Wolf, vampire diaries, originals, you name it.

I never cared for them, but she always made me watch them whenever she thought I was depressed and needed a distraction. That's what I loved about her.

Her Grandfather's voice brought her out of her haze, "Rory, vieni a pulire il tuo pasticcio in cucina" Rory come and clean up your mess in the kitchen.

She huffed and got up from the couch, rolling her eyes as she entered the room. She locked eyes with the elder Marchetti. He glared at her and pointed at the pile of crumbs that she left on the counter.

she squinted her eyes "I can't even see what you are pointing at Nonno." Grandad.

Before I got sent to rehab, Rory's Italian accent was one of my favourite sounds. It was so sexy and cool at the same time. Shit, it turned me on a lot, I swear I even came when she... Nevermind.

"It's that phone that's ruining your sight," he shook his head, "I don't know why I keep buying them for you." Luca had a thick accent, he was born in Capri, he moved to America when he was 5 with his father and got settled there.

He didn't hate the country but he hated the corruption and the discrimination both he and his family faced.

Especially his granddaughter. She was his little girl and god help anyone who fucked with her.

"I swear you have OCD" she strolled over to the counter, scooping up the crumbs she left when she made toast an hour ago and put them in the trash.

"It's not OCD," he denied, "don't diagnose me." He came closer and flicked her ear, "You aren't a licensed therapist."

She hissed when his finger connected with her new piercing, she only had it for a week and she barely slept because of it. "I'm pretty sure it's a psychologist that diagnoses people but okay."

He flicked her ear again, "Drop the attitude." She swatted his hand away. He laughed at the scowl on her face.

I swear Luca is the nicest man I've ever met, but since I lived in a small town full of cal jacobs' and other paedophiles, there wasn't much of a choice.

He was only an asshole when someone pissed him off, which was very rare.

"Also you're cooking this week."

"I cooked last week."

"Don't argue with me."

"Fine." He grinned, "but I'm cooking Mac and cheese."

He shrugged and began walking around the kitchen for a lighter, "I don't care as long as it's something, also add more salt this time."

"But what about your cholesterol?" Rory was very worried about his health since he was getting older. Well not too old, he was only 65, but still, she was worried.