Sister Of A Son {COMPLETED}

nineteen.

We were at the airport.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" I frowned.

"Nope." He smiled.

"I'm going to find out anyways. Please tell me."

"We're going to Verona." He sighed.

"Italy?!" I exclaimed.

"No, Russia. Yes Italy."

I playfully hit him on the arm. "I've always wanted to go to Verona."

"That's what Gemma said. I thought why not."

I smiled and kissed him. He had on a black beanie (which I found very attractive), a fitted black tee shirt that defined his muscles (again, very sexy), and jeans.

They called our flight and we boarded the plane. It was going to be a long flight.

I got in my seat and he sat beside me. I looked out the window.

"Jess and Hanna packed your bag."

"Oh god." I sighed.

He laughed and held my hand. "We'll be gone for about two to three weeks."

"Oh, so they had to pack my bag." I smiled.

"Yes."

I brought my laptop on the plane and we watched movies. My favorite movie was The Outsiders.

Just the whole story makes me sad. Johnny and Dally dying makes me cry.

"I bet you could quote this entire movie."

I nodded. "It's my favorite."

"I've only seen it a couple times." He said.

We were on the part where Cherry, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Marcia, and Johnny were walking home.

Eventually, I fell asleep on Juice's shoulder.

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Juice woke me up. I didn't know how long I was asleep, but I know I was asleep for a long time.

My laptop was put up.

"We're here."

I looked out the window. It was beautiful. It was sunny and just all around gorgeous.

I stood up and followed Juice. I grabbed my carry-on things and followed him down the isle and out of the plane.

Everyone spoke Italian and I had no idea what they were saying. Luckily, Juice did.

We got our luggage and went outside. We got a taxi and we got in.

"Dove stai andando?" The man asked.
(where are you going?)

"Hotel Accademia." Juice said.

"How do you know Italian?" I asked him.

"High school. Everyone had to have one language and it was Italian."

"Mine is French." I said.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Tell me something."

"Mon nom est Allison Ortiz ."

"Your name is Allison Ortiz?"

I smiled. "Mhm."

"Sei bellissima e io ti amo ." He kissed me.
(you're gorgeous and I love you)

"Je ne sais pas ce que vous venez de dire ."
(I have no idea what you just said.)

The man stopped the car in front of our hotel. I thanked him and got out.

A different man walked out. He was younger and very good looking.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz, may I take your things?"

"Yes, please."

The man walked to the trunk of the taxi and got our things.

"Your room is on the third floor and room number 107."

We took the elevator up and walked the long ass hallway.

Juice entered the key and it beeped, signaling us that the door was unlocked. He opened it and I gasped.

It was gorgeous.

The man walked in behind us and sat our bags on the floor. He straitened his suit after.

"My name is Matteo," he spoke, "if you need anything just call."

"Thank you." I said and he left.

"Don't get too comfy here," Juice said, "we're traveling somewhere else after this week."

"Let me guess," I said and thought, "Paris."

"Did Jax tell you?"

I shook my head. "It's the city of love. It kinda spoke for itself."

He sat on the bed. "What do you want to do?"

I shrugged. "I want to visit Juliet's balcony."

"Shakespeare?" He grinned. "I didn't know you liked him."

"Hell yeah. I'm a literature expert."

"Is Romeo and Juliet your favorite?"

I shook my head. "Hamlet."

(FUN FACT: My mom's English teacher in college (she just went back for her RN and graduated in December) taught her about SOA and how it's connected to Hamlet. I would tell you all but it's hard to explain.)

He smiled. "Hamlet?"

"Hamlet." I grinned.

I walked to my bag and I got my phone. I had a shit ton of missed calls and texts from Wes.

I tried to forget about what happened but I couldn't. He's never done anything like that to me. It hurt me.

Alli, please answer. I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry Allison.

Please answer. I can't begin to explain how sorry I am.

It was a mistake. I was drunk and sad and I don't know.

I texted him back.

But a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, remember?

He texted back almost immediately.

Allison, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was talking about. I didn't mean any of it. I'm glad you're happy. Yes, I am upset but I'll get over it.

I threw my phone on the side table and sat down.

"Everything okay?"

He took his shirt off and threw it on his luggage.

"Wes said some things to me yesterday."

"Like what?"

I sighed. "He called me a bitch, said he was in love with me. He said me and him were supposed to be together and here I was getting married to someone else."

"Is that it?"

I shook my head. "He hopes that you'll break my heart and that he won't be there for me."

"That's fucked up. You never did anything to him except get married," he turned and looked away, "which that's not even doing anything to him."

I nodded slowly. He continued to rant.

"I'm so pissed off now. You don't tell that to your best friend."

"How pissed off are you?"

He faced me. "Very."

I raised a brow.

"Fuck." He said as he picked me up.

He threw me onto the bed and kissed me hard.

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Ending it here. SMUT WILL BE NEXT CHAPTER WHICH I WILL SLOWLY WRITE TOMORROW. 😅