Victoria moves to Italy to escape the drug dealers she owes money to and meets Vanessa. Vanessa tries to set Victoria up with her brother Emiliano, but they don't get along and make a sex deal to alleviate the tension. But is it enough?
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"Get your ass up." Is how Emiliano chose to wake me up this morning.
I whine and cover my face with the blanket, "Noo! I don't want to."
"Now, Victoria." He says.
I sit up and once I do, a shooting pain exists in the lower part of my body. "Oww!"
"Are you okay?" Emiliano asks, sitting next to me.
I hide my face in his shoulder, "It hurts."
I hear him laugh, "I think I did my job then."
I hit his stomach lazily, "You aren't even funny."
"I'll get you something." He says, "Just wait here."
He leaves and then comes back with two pills and a glass of water.
"Here." He hands them to me.
I take the pills, washing them down with some water.
"Hey, I'm leaving today." Emiliano announces, "I need to handle.. business."
I frown, "How long will you be gone?"
"A week at most." He says, "I'll make it up to you when I get back."
"I guess that's fine." I say, "I am moving in with Vanessa anyways so that'll give me some time to get situated there."
"Wait." Emiliano shakes his head, "You are moving in with my sister?"
"Yeah? Is that a problem?" I ask.
"I thought you were moved in with me." He says.
"What do you mean?" I ask. "We never talked about moving in together."
"Well no we didn't but you have been staying here since we got back." He says. "You've gotten pretty situated here."
I frown, "Well, I didn't really have anywhere else to go. And I thought you knew this wasn't permanent."
He scoffs, "You thought I knew this wasn't permanent? When people get into a relationship, they usually communicate things like moving in with someone else! Of course I thought this was permanent! You were literally talking about wanting to get married and shit when I got shot. What happened to all of them bullshit?"
"I did want that!" I raise my voice a little bit, "I still do! But not right now. I want to enjoy life a little first."
He rolls his eyes, "And you can't do that if you live here?"
"I'm not saying that. You aren't even listening to me!" I say.
"No I am not! Because you're talking bullshit!" He yells.
"Stop yelling at me." I say.
He sighs and walks out of the room.
I know he's mad. And I know I should have explained our situation more. But still he doesn't need to throw a hissy fit about it. He could talk like an adult.
