Leila Reins is the younger daughter of John Reins, leader of the biggest criminal organization in LA. Her father married off her older sister Angie to Jason Bates, notorious mafia leader from New York. Somehow, Leila is 19 and still not married than...
-"Finally!" -Leila said as the car pulled over in front of their rented mansion in Costa Rica. Sun was still very high up on the sky and warm feeling of it on her face reminded her of her life in LA.
Four bedrooms. In all of this great mansion. Just four fucking bedrooms. She sighed thinking of it.
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Drew and Emma weren't in the house upon their arrival.
-"Knowing Drew, they are probably somwhere getting in trouble." -Angie chuckled. -"Is everyone settled in?" -she asked looking around the house.
-"Well, I'm yet to choose where I'll sleep tonight." -Leila replied. -"There are only four bedrooms. And we have three couples and two singles...so....Either me and you have a sister slumber parties like we used to when we were children, or me and Dylan share the room."
-"Ain't no fucking way I'm going to share bedroom with Dylan." -Jason said firmly.
Leila raised her eyebrow looking at her protective brother in law who swore to her father that he'll keep her away from troubles which mostly included men.
-"I can sleep in the living room." -Dylan offered and Jason nodded.
-"So that's settled then." -Jason was done talking about it.
-"Are you serious?" -Leila wasn't happy with the solution. -"We'll share a room, it's not like we're twelve." -she concluded.
-"You're not 12. That is the main issue here." -Angie put her two senses on it.
-"It really isn't a problem!" -Dylan repeated but sisters weren't listening. They'll do what they want so there's no point in arguing.
-"Fine. Whatever." -Angie was waving white flag. She was on vacation. Leila can do whatever she wants for all she cares.
-"I'll go unpack in OUR bedroom." -Leila proclaimed, mostly to Dylan and he rolled his eyes. Trouble over nothing.
-"Can someone please make me Pina Colada while I unpack and change into my bathing suit?" -she asked with her puppy eyes. Miles was already on it making cocktails while Melanie was sunbathing by the pool.
Leila (and Dylan's) bedroom was perfect. Well, perfect for a couple. They had a big queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a walk in closet and private bathroom with the tub looking through glass windows upon ocean. They even had back door which led them to the pool. And that's excatly where she exited once she got into her bathing suit.
She took her place on the deck chair, her sunglasses covered most of her face and Miles gave her Pina Colada like she asked. He then went back by the bar which was in the pool. The pool was enormous. Melanie was also sitting by the bar enjoying her cocktail.
