The Boss (2P!Italy x Reader)

Chapter 9

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. What were you supposed to do now? Without Luciano's offer you had no other means to get the money for tuition. You've blocked his number from your phone and there was no way you were going to ask for another copy of the contract.

Besides, it's been two weeks now. None of his Suits came to give you a message and you sensed that he already moved on, probably found somebody else for the role.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I haven't seen Luciano around. Are you guys one of those on-again off-again couple?" Allen arrived with Mr. Luca to pick you up from the hospital. Your cast had been removed days ago but you still couldn't walk.

"I think so. Maybe. Where's Arin?" Allen helped you into the car while Mr. Luca folded the wheelchair.

"We just finished three big tests this week so grandma arranged a dinner reservation at her hotel"

You've never been to a single one of the Rosewater group's hotels, not in New York (Pangaea, because it was the first built) or London (the Kingsman) or whatever, but apparently each branch had a distinctive design specific to the country it's located. The Rosa Italiana stood hundreds of meters from the ground, a fine hybrid of modern and Roman architecture. Both doormen wore navy and gold, and neither of them was under six feet, they reminded you of friendlier bouncers.

"Is Eloise going to dine with us?" You croaked once inside the elevator.

A bellboy had taken the responsibility of wheeling you around and you fidgeted even when Allen told you to ignore him.

"Hopefully. Her jet landed last night. I haven't seen her for a year"

"Where was she this time?"

"Well, she just got back from Manhattan. Had some business meeting concerning drug dealers in her hotel there"

"Must be tough"

He shrugged and the elevator slowed to a halt.

The hotel restaurant was named Da Giovanni, after the head chef. The maître d' greeted you in Italian and then in English, introducing himself as Angelo and then giving the will-be absent Eloise's regards before leading you to a VIP table separated from the rest of the room with a wall of frosted glass. Arin was reading a manga, seated on a half moon sofa. She'd already started drinking.

"Sister" Allen alerted her and she put down the comic.

"Finally! I'm starving. How long does it take to fetch someone from the hospital?"

Despite the twins' insistence, you didn't bother to get off your chair.

Although the restaurant had much to offer most of its main course consisted of either a bird or a bovine. Fortunately, the salads, soups and pasta were more than enough. You ate and drank and talked about school (there was no avoiding the topic, though you found comfort in successfully acing your tests with only two to three mistakes).

By the time the desserts arrived, the garter of your dress had begun suffocating you.

"Mm. Delicious" You finished off the opera and dropped the fork. You slumped in your chair "I don't think I would choose a dick over this"

Arin swallowed the last drop of her twelfth serving of wine "You're just saying that because you've never experienced it"

"So a world without men for you is. . . ?"

"I would die, girl. I would die" She slammed the flute on the table for emphasis.

Allen, who didn't look like he was about to burst out of his pants, rolled his eyes "It's not like no food, Arin"