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A playlist of Nicki Minaj and several minutes later we finally got to the shopping center that Rory had talked about from minutes on end about. It was huge, it reminded me about the malls I had back home in Florida. I even forgot I had a job and a life back there even though I've only been here for almost a week. 

I needed to go back to check on things, on my patients, on my hospital, and on my porn collection. But that's not the main point.

The main point is that I had a business to run. People to care for, people who rely on me to save their lives. And here I am, shopping like I don't have a care in the world. Like I built something for myself just to not pay any mind to it and forget all the effort and hard work I put towards it. 

But I had to realize that if I wanted to go back home, if I wanted to go back to the life I had, to life where only a few people knew I existed. Then I had to earn their trust. Anyone, someone's trust. Most importantly, I had to earn his. Atticus was the one who put me in this position and he's the only one who can get me out.

I didn't even get to firmly plant my feet on the ground or take in the gorgeous scenery of Italy. This is the first time I've been outside, outside. I mean, yes, I did go outside to walk the dogs but all it was was up and down the street and trust me, there's not a lot of scenery you can get from just that. 

We walk into the boutique which Rory swears is the best in Italy while Eddie trudges hastily behind us. I do take her word for it because I've never been here, so what good am I to know what places are good or not. Eddie was trudging hastily not too far behind us. With that fact in mind, Rory started walking faster than before in attempts to get rid of him or whatever the hell it is she is trying to do. 

As soon as we enter the shop, we are greeted by the store clerk who has a bright smile plastered on her glowing olive skin which her straight black hair rests on. She eyes me up and down and then when her eyes meet mine, I wink at her and smile. I look at the name plate on her collared shirt. Her name is Sara. 

She looks quizzically between Rory and Eddie as they are so not discreetly aiming daggers in each other's direction. "Buonasera, come state? Il signor Russo mi ha detto che dovrei aspettarti." Sarah spoke and I nodded my head to make it look like I understood everything she was saying. I didn't want to be rude and just stand there looking at her blankly. 

Eddie noticed the puzzled look on my face even though I was trying my hardest to cover it up. He moved to my side and whispered in my ear. "I can translate for you, Goldilocks." And he laughed lightly as Rory side eyed him. 

"I'm not- I don't." I tried. 

There was no use in convincing him that I didn't understand what was being said. I was just going to end up making a fool of myself because I couldn't understand dog shit about what she was saying. All I heard was Russo and I saw Rory roll her eyes. 

He ignored her and my statement and translated anyway. "She said good evening and she asked how we are. And she also said that Atlas told her to expect us to be shopping here."

I'm just going to pretend to be surprised by the fact that he has eyes, ears, and obviously control everywhere. Hell, I wouldn't even be shocked if he had one of his men dressed up as the very much alive mannequins on display here just to watch what we're doing.

Rory sighed and rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Certo che l'ha fatto. Grazie lo stesso. Vorremmo dare un'occhiata alla tua ultima linea di moda."

"Rory said, of course he did. Thank you anyway and that you guys would like to check out their latest fashion line." Eddie translated once more. I guess he can be good for something. 

I assume Sarah said something along the lines of "follow me" because we were walking away from the front of the store and all the way to the back corner which had a whole selection of expensive looking clothing that costs more than my yearly salary and basically worth my whole existence. Without another word Sarah left us to do our shopping. 

Even though the clothes were way above my price range, I wasn't going to decline a free invitation to spend money. It may not be free for everyone in this case, but as long as I'm not paying, I'm good. I'm not stupid enough to decline such offer and say, "No, it's fine, don't pay for me. I don't need your money." 

That, however is true. I don't need his money, but I want to spend it because why the fuck not. When given the choice to be broke or rich, I chose to be rich. 

I mean think about it, like really think about it. If a rich man gives you- or his sister, whichever one- his wallet. I'm pretty sure he's inviting you to spend his money and to break his wallet. Or maybe he's using it as a test, to see if you are really going to use his money, or you care enough not to spend a penny. 

I qualify for the latter of the two. I simply chose not to care because at the end of the day, the money isn't mine. Okay, let me slow down. I sound like a bitch right now. I'm not going to max out his card even though the urge to do that is growing within the minute. 

I have to be reasonable. 

"Let's fucking shop, Ellie!" Rory exclaimed, not being able to contain her excitement despite the fact that there were some moms side eyeing and giving her dirty looks as they held tightly to their kids. "Fucking killjoys."She muttered under her breath. 

"Yesss!! Let's shop, bitch!" Eddie cheered, joining in on Rory's celebration as I just stood there admiring myself in the full length mirror. 

Rory looked blankly at him, "Not you, Eddie. You can sit down there and do whatever the hell you want, I don't care." She said, pointing to the chair in the corner of where everything is. 

"You know what-" Eddie started. 

"No, I don't know what. Why don't you enlighten me?" Rory shot back. 

"Well maybe if you let me finish you would know what."

"Let you finish what." 

"My-" 

"Your what?"

Not again. "You know what? I'm just going to walk away from all this and fill my hands with a bunch of clothes that I totally can't afford. Y'all can have at it though." I interrupt, leaving them to their endless and completely meaningless argument. 

The two of them slowly turn their heads to look at me then face each other to continue their arguments as I head over to the section where all the clubbing dresses are kept. Yes, I'm really going to ignore the fact that my ass is going to be hanging out of these dresses, but I'll still look cute though.

I'm really starting to love this place.

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Heyyy babes, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading!!

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