LUCA'S POV
"The last time you went on a little trip, you ended up in a two-year coma," Adamma and Danna said while sitting on my knees and hugging my neck. They said what everyone was thinking.
Steel had a grim face, but her eyes expressed her worry.
Gianni and Giorgio wore matching expressions of irritation as they could not step down from their positions in the family company yet.
Emilio and Enzo looked contemplative.
Maffeo and Matteo held a wait-and-see attitude.
"Honestly, that's fair," I chuckled.
"But, I can't be scared of ropes, just because I've been bitten by a snake... that's a Chinese proverb. I have to live and work and that means going out on planes, in my line of work," I patiently explained.
"We still don't like it," Maffeo and Matteo concluded.
"I'll be fine and, look, Little-Miss-I-Do-What-I-Want, Adamma, has already chipped us to track our every movement so, you can ask her for real-time updates," I exposed as I saw in my vision and Mma tensed for a second before relaxing.
"I do it out of love," she answered.
"Oh, okay/whatever/cool," were some of the murmurs I heard.
"I live with absolute weirdos," Maffeo stated.
*
"Bad booossss!", I heard Sanka's happy-go-lucky voice hail me from afar. I turned to the sound and there he was: arms wide and raised to the sky with an even wider smile on his face. His white teeth shone against his dark skin and the waves and his line-up was neat!
I push off the car parked at the private section of the airport and strode towards him. We dapped and sealed it off before breaking down in laughter. I don't know what's funny, but it sure is funny.
"Bro-Bro," I murmured once we sobered.
"Cool, nuh," he assured. (American equivalent: say less).
"Forward," I led him over to the car and he gasped.
"Is that Aeon's new Wagon from the 2032 Celerity series!"?, he asked knowingly.
"Yup! Got it just for you," I said and threw him a new phone, made with alien technology, light years away from anything on this earth, courtesy of Dir. Anai's wife whose name I cannot pronounce.
"Dis safe?", he inquired.
"Yeah, mon, it not even exist," I assured him.
"Dat bad," he smiled.
"Press dis here suh an' it will scan all your biometrics an' everyt'ing," I showed him how to programme the phone and he quickly adapted.
"Ready up?", he looks over to me from the driver's seat.
"Buckle up, bredda," I reminded and drew mine across my chest at the same time.
"Run some chune, nuh, Brogad," he instructed and pulled off with one hand on the steering wheel, A/C blasting and his window down. (Play some tunes. 'Brogad' refers to a figure that you respect.).
I left his bad habit alone and pulled up a Vibez playlist.
🎶 A just di vi-i-i-ibes!
Young and rich, a live di li-i-i-ife!
Nuh care a who seh mi hy-y-y-ype!
Mi a do di Guzu bunx all night, all right🎶
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