Danger Prone

Can't Help Falling In Love

This gorgeous human being is Pietro Boselli and he is an Italian model and I've chosen him to play Cristiano😊 Anywho... @KJ9900 and I hung out today and she was all worried that Cristiano would die. Now let this be known: I HATE killing characters, it's one of the worst things you have to do as a writer. I don't have any character in my book that was written to die, especially not Cristiano, so don't worry my loves!

"Ava, Ava, wake up," Jack whispered as he shook me awake. Groaning, I rolled over to face his bright green eyes.

"It's like 6 in the morning," I grumbled rubbing my eyes.

The corner of his lip turned up and he chuckled.

"Ava, it's 9:06."

I sat up and glanced at the clock. Sure enough, the clock read 9:06. Memories from last night came rushing back into my mind and Cristiano entered my thoughts.

"How is Cristiano? Is he dead?"

He shook his head.

"Nah, he's still sleeping. They'll have to stitch up that shoulder today, though," Jack sighed.

Sliding out off of the inflatable mattress that Tony had blown up for me, I threw on jeans, a tank top, and converse while Jack waited outside.

"You ready?" Jack called.

I had just finished applying mascara and was trying to decide what to do with my hair. Aw, what the hell? I'd just put it in a high ponytail.

Jack whistled loudly when I walked out the door.

"You look hotter than usual today fuoca,"

I bumped my fists together like Ross and Monica did on Friends and made sure to sway my hips just a little bit more dramatically.

Giada and Arabella were in the kitchen making breakfast when Jack and I walked in. Arabella was attempting to pour the pancake batter into the pan while Giada was talking rapidly in Italian to her.

"Good morning," I said breaking the ice.

"Ah, good morning Ava, you sleep well?" Giada asked with a smile.

I nodded and she grasped my hands.

"Oh, good, Cristiano will be happy."

"Where is he?"

Before she could answer, her face practically lit up and she flew past me. In the doorway stood Tony and Cristiano. Cristiano looked much better than he had the night before; his shoulder was still bandaged up, but his eyes had that dangerous spark back to them, and he didn't look as much in pain.

His eyes darkened when they met mine.

What had I done?

Giada began to speak, interrupting my thoughts.

"Cristiano, come sit and eat, we have plenty of food. I tried to teach Miss Arabella how to make your father's pancakes but no, only I can make them to perfection."

Cristiano smiled at his mother and then whispered something in Italian to her making her giggle.

"Ava, Cristiano tells me you are 23. I myself was 23 when I gave birth to Cristiano," she said with a wink.

My cheeks reddened at her words and I could just feel Cristiano's evil grin on me.

Then an idea hit me.

I looked my arm through Jack's and pulled him forward, causing him to eye me suspiciously.

"Just play along," I whispered into his ear.