Lissy Romano

91| Don't you dare.

Lissy Romano

I ran until I was out of breath.

"He's not normal. I'm barely breathing," Vi gasped, struggling for air.

We both collapsed onto the ground. The only thing that made us lift our heads was the sound of voices approaching.

We heard the twins, Harley, Ace, Mason, and Aaron walking toward us. Neither Vi nor I could stand, so we just stayed where we were, exhausted.

"Lissy?" Matteo's voice sounded shocked.

"Viola?" Harley asked, his eyes scanning us.

"Yeah," I managed to reply before I closed my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Enzo asked, clearly confused.

"Coach. He did this to us," Vi said, her voice laced with frustration as she sighed deeply.

"What exactly did he do?" Matteo asked, his voice sharp with anger as he crouched down beside me.

He's always so protective, constantly assuming that everyone is pure evil. And, to be fair, most people are.

"He made us run ten laps around the track," I said, meeting his gaze.

"Ten laps? He's a sick fuck, just like our coach," Ace spat.

Matteo helped me stand, and Harley did the same for Vi. They handed us their water, and I felt guilty for taking it.

It was their water. They had an intense practice ahead of them, and they were giving it away.

"I'll talk to Vincenzo about this," Enzo said, pulling out his phone.

"No need. Lissy already messaged him, but she didn't want him to talk to our coach," Vi said, her words soft but firm. I glanced at her.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she was barely able to catch her breath.

"Why not?" Aaron asked, confused.

"I just don't want to," I replied, my eyes locking with Matteo's.

He pulled me into a tight hug, letting me lean on him for support. I couldn't stand on my own; he was doing all the work.

"Why are you two running? Where's the rest of your team?" Mason asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah, why just the two of you?" Harley added.

"Because I talked back to him. Lissy took my side, and he punished us for it," Vi said. I shook my head, disapproving.

They'll kill the coach. But who will train us then?

"Stronzo," Enzo muttered under his breath.

"You both need to rest. Fuck the practice," Matteo said as he helped me toward the bench.

Harley helped Vi, and we all sat down, feeling like we might not be able to walk without their help.

"Fucking jerk. I'll kill him myself," Enzo muttered quietly.