Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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"Is this Purple's house?" I asked, looking at the beautiful wooden house. White walls, brown roofs and wide lawn around the house. Creepers growing on the windows, flowers on the fences and coziness.
The house looks unlike the building I saw on the New York street. People walking on the street with headphones, skateboards, guitars and coffees. No matter what world think of USA, the cities are visibly beautiful. Modernity, funky vibe, freedom to be anyone who you want. Just like how I found Purple when I met her for the first time.
Purple Green,
She's modern, funky and free.
Optimistic, innovative and enthusiastic.
I loved that kid.
"Yes." Grey said, turning his head to look at me. We changed our seats. Mr. Grasso took the driving seat, Grey took the passenger one while I relaxed on the backseat.
"Have you been to Purple's house before?" Mr. Grasso asked, shimmering the cream white shirt he changed into. Yes, Light Grasso changed into the most decent shirt he found in the thrift store. Cream white shirt. He didn't change his pants because he said he'd rather die than wear skinny jeans.
I also feel different into the clothes I'm wearing. Plain white frock. Knee length. Balloon sleeves. Lacey fabric. I have never once wore a frock, that too all casual.
"Call her." Grey said instead of answering Mr. Grasso's question. His all focus remained on the specific window of the house as if he knew Purple will be there in the very window.
"How about we surprise her?" Mr. Grasso explored Grey's face. The glasses he wear shone brighter.
"No." Grey nod negatively. His coal black brows made a V shape and he sucked in his sharp cheeks. "Her guardians are not fond of sudden visitors."
"How do you know about that?" Mr. Grasso questioned again. "Have you been talking to Purple?"
"No." Grey said.
"No?"
"No." Grey didn't answer much and I scoot forward on the seat to look at his face. I wouldn't say there are no expressions on his face because I can see his eyes sparkling.
"If you say so." Mr. Grasso switched off the car and pulled his phone out to call Purple. Maybe Grey is right, we shouldn't barge in someone's house without notice. We don't want any troubles for Purple.
"Put the phone on the speaker." I scoot forward, closer to Mr. Grasso. Grey's eyes were on the house door but I'm sure his ears are all focused on the call.
.
"Hello, am I speaking to Miss Purple Green?" Mr. Grasso and his professional talk. He doesn't need to use it on Purple.
"I have your number saved, Light!" An enthusiastic voice echoed in the car and a big smile appeared on Mr. Grasso's face. "Damn, you surprised me!"
"Sweetheart, I have another surprise for you." He said, looking all excited to meet Purple and I wonder how he is all... easy with children. Well, teenagers to be more precise but yes, he is good with them.
