TWO

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ALESSIO GIANNI

     I'm getting bored. I've been here at this stupid runway show for hours. My sister should be glad I love her. These girls are honestly hideous. How did they even get here? I go to look down at my phone but something catches my eye.

     She was standing in the corner behind the bright white curtain fiddling with her fingers. My eyes quickly roamed her body. The dark blue dress snatched her body and all of her curves. The dress is a royal blue, it went amazing with her tan skin and her short, coiled curls. I can't take my eyes off her. She runs her hands down her dress once before walking out into everyone's view. She's even more gorgeous up close.

     I get snapped out of my thoughts when my sorella appears in front of me. Leanna looked beautiful as always. She flashes me a smile and I forward her a nod. Once they both disappear from my vision. I go to look back at my phone. I see the ten missed calls from Carlos. I stand up and make my way to the exit calling Carlos.

     "Capo, it's done." Carlos says as he sounds out of breath. I hum back in amusement and hang up. I walk up to the black BMW x7. I get in the car and it's filled with darkness, caused by a mix of the dark tints and the night sky.

     I sit back and take in the quietness while the car warms up. After a couple of minutes I pull off heading to the secret location.

     "What about the drugs?" Leo was right we need to find all drugs traced back to us before we kill our nemesis.

     "Ok, so then we threaten to kill his men. He'll then have to break he knows his father cares more for the business than family," I look around the table having the sight of five older men dressed in suits and one gun in front of each of them.

     "But for now just keep an eye on him. Torture him but keep him alive. Understand?" I gather nods and hums from all around the table. As they all stand up and leave my phone rings. When I pick up the phone to see who's calling, it's Leanna. Shit I lost track of time. I answer the phone.

     "Hey dickhead I think you're forgetting something." She says clearly pissed off.

     "There was a meeting I had to go to and I lost track of time. Calm down." She scoffs and hangs up.

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Ok, cause wait am I getting the hang of thiss?

Also if you didnt read the introduction you won't understand whats going onn!!

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