Luca's POV
"Advice? What advice?" Since when does Spencer need advice on anything?
"Advice on females?"
"Does Spencer have feelings for someone," Ben exclaims. "Please, details. Details, details, details."
Spencer sighs and shifts his weight. Ooh! Spencer's nervous!
"Well there is this girl,"
"Good to know you're not gay," Ben interrupts.
Spencer sends him a glare and continues his story. "But I don't know. She hates me and it's just weird me liking her. But she's so beautiful!"
Who is he talking about? Someone back in Italy or someone in Australia.
"How does she hate you? If it's something to do with your job, you're going to have to make sacrifices. A girl or the job. And boss probably won't let you quit, so cut the girl. You need to let her go. Or if it isn't the job find out why she hates you. You got to talk to her. Get to know her as friends. Bring her chocolate everyone other day or something. Do small things like that. Who is this girl anyway?"
"Oh you know someone," Spencer mumbles.
"Would she be alright with you dividing your time between Italy and Melbourne?" Ben askes suddenly.
"Apparently by boss he wants to drop back on the time spent in Australia. With Courtney's police case, he doesn't want to be involved in it." I reply. "So you're going to be spending more time in Italy. Long distance relationships don't really work well. I mean it might but I don't know."
"It's fine, she's in Italy."
"Well in that case, find out why she hates you. Go for it mate. But make sure she knows you're in the mafia."
Spencer nods and walks out of the room. Ben and I walk into the lounge room and chuck ourselves onto the couch. Relaxation, peace, quite, silence, tranquility, per-
My relaxation, peace, quite, silence and tranquility were interrupted by an ear piercing scream.
I immediately jump up and run up the stairs. The screaming continues and I fling open one of the bedrooms to see Courtney tossing and turning, screaming. Nightmares?
"Courtney?" I ask, shaking her right arm.
Courtney opens her eyes and flings her arm into my face. Merda! That cazzo hurt. (Translation: Shit. That fucking hurt)
"Sorry. You shouldn't wake me up." She mumbles looking at her feet.
"It's alright, what were you dreaming about? It looked pretty scary. You're drenched in sweat."
"Thanks! Just what I wanted to know." She spits sarcastically.
"I didn't mean it like that. Do you want something to eat? Or drink?"
"Hot chocolate would be nice," she replies. "Can I come downstairs?"
"Yeah. Use the crutches to lean on but don't put your weight on them because your wrist is still weak. Although if your ribs hurt too much, I can bring it up."
YOU ARE READING
His Girl
Romance| First book in "His" series | "I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to stay here for the next couple of months. But trust me, no one is going to hurt you when you're here." My kidnapper says, gently. "Trust! Trust you!? How can I trust you...
