Anne Marie's povI sit patiently Marcello's bed and suddenly the door opens.
I see Marcello, and he closes the door behind him.
He sits beside me, and says,"Well there's Good news and bad news my bambina."
I nod and motion for him to go on.
He says,"The bad news is Niccolò is planning on attacking us, the good news is we're going to a safe house back home in Italy!"
I say,"Excuse me? What do you mean We? I am certainly not going to Italy! I need to stay here....Ya know....in California!!"
He says,"What did I say about talking back Miele?!"
Uh oh.
He says through gritted teeth,"You. Are. Coming. And that's final!"
Man is he bipolar or what?
He says,"Anyways, your room is on your left, a suit case is on your bed, packed with all your clothes, you can wear one of your huge sweaters over that."
As he motions to my 'outfit' and I nod.
I walk away and he slaps my butt.
I say,"Heey!" He shrugs and I roll my eyes.
I walk to my room, and see the suit case.
I open it up and grab my WAY oversized Dallas Cowboys sweater.
I throw it on, and slip in my sandals.
I probably look like a homeless drug addict but, oh well.
I walk into Marcello's room and gasp when he doesn't have a shirt on.
I stare at his perfect abs.
It's like he was sculpted by Greek gods.
He smirks and says,"Ciao Gattino. Like what you see?"
I blush and turn around.
I look up and he has on a shirt.
Great....not really.
Shut up Anne Marie.
I twiddle my thumbs, and he says,"Ready Bambina?"
I nod and he takes my hand.
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"W-We are g-going on that-that death trap!?"Marcello says,"Gattino, don't worry, it's completely safe!! Now come on."
I dig my heels in the ground as he tries to pull me along.
He groans and throws me over his shoulder.
I make an odd noise that sounds like,"Ehff!!"
As he throws me over is shoulder.
I can hear his chuckles and I glare at his back.
He sets me down, and I shift uncomfortably, this seat is- wait I'm on his lap, great.
I sigh and slip out of his lap and plop into a different seat.
I pull out my phone and ear buds and go on YouTube.
Holy fricking frack!!!
I haven't seen Justin Bieber's What do you mean video!!!
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I set my phone down and whisper to myself,"I-I think my ovaries just exploded...."
I sit on up and hug my knees.
Man Justin is so freaking hot.
I shake my hormonal teenage thoughts out my head and look up to see Marcello biting his hand to try and stifle his laughs.
I say,"Wh-What?"
He mocks my voice and says,"I-I think my ovaries just exploded..."
I feel my cheeks heat up, and I cover up my face up with my large sweater sleeves.
He pulls away my hands and says,"So my little gattino isn't as innocent as I thought she was."
I blush Crimson and mumble,"Shut up."
He chuckles and ruffles my hair.
I sigh and look out at the window, still hugging my legs.
I set my head in my lap, and feel my eyelids begin to get heavier.
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"Heheh I know it was hilarious she was like,"My ovaries exploded!"
Then I hear a bunch of men burst into laughter.
My eyes flutter open, and I glare at Marcello.
He smiles and says,"Ciao Miele!"
I quietly mock under my breath,"Ciao Miele."
He says,"What was that?"
I say,"Er nothing."
Then a man comes in and he says,"Ciao- oh who's this sweet thing?"
He comes over to me and traces my jawline with his finger.
Marcello comes to me and says,"This is Anne Marie."
He says,"Well she's quite beautiful."
Then his hands start to travel dangerously close to my...my Uh...girls.
He touches it and I yelp and push his hands away.
He smirks and tries coming closer.
Marcello says,"You Bastardo! Leave her alone!"
He then punches him right in the nose, then the eye, then the gut, and quickly the man falls to the ground."
He says,"Men, take him away."
The men drag him away.
What the hell just happened?
He says,"Sorry about that Bambina, he gets a little handsy."
I nod and he says,"Come, I will show you around."
My jaw drops as we walk out and I'm left seeing a gorgeous view.
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