Everything Broken Can't Be Fixed

>chapter 7<

"Sorry about that.." I muttered under my breath. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I faced the enchanting city in front of me.

Vitaly let out a small chuckle while walking over towards the balcony railing and placing his weight on it.

I watched as his eyes glisten in admiration as he looked at the sight before him. I looked along with him trapped in my own thoughts as a subtle wind blew across my face causing my hair to blow along with the wind.

"Wow." I hear Vitaly mutter out. I turn to him smiling and his dark brown eyes were locked on mine.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He says, looking down at me.

"Yes, especially at night, I love to watch the city light up." I sigh. Turning around I place my hands on the cool balcony railing.

It was silent for a minute and the whole time, I felt the heat of Vitaly's stare on my back.

I gasped when I suddenly feel his warm large body connect with mine, my back to his front, with only two layers of clothing in between us.

You should get rid of those layers.

Lord, give me me patience, because if you give me strength I might just do it.

The clothes did nothing to hide his bulging muscles, and I could feel his 6-pack through the unwanted layers. His head leaned down until I could feel his breath tickling my ear, causing me to pleasant shiver.

"I wasn't talking about the city bellissimo, Stavo parlando di te." He whispered, his husky voice sent shivers down my spine.

Get a grip Aisha!

Turning around to him, I had to look up seeing as he was pretty much a head taller than me.

"I don't know a lot of Italian, I only understand a few words. So I need you to say that whole thing again, in English. " I let out a small laugh, I should start having Kali teach me Itailian.

" That's okay, il mio fiore. You'll learn soon enough." He said, I would've been mad if his smile wasn't distracting me.

I'm just drunk, that's why I'm acting thirsty as hell. Snap out of it Aisha.

Sure blame your drunkeness, it's definitely not the fact that you haven't been dicked down in years.

My conscience practically scoffed at me.

We suddenly hear a crash downstairs, the music stopped, then the pounding of running feet could be heard. We looked at each other and turned, bolting for the stairs. When I got to the railing I could see what was happeneing, and it was not good.

I watched as Castello dragged a shirtless guy out of Kalis bedroom while Kali struggled to pull down her shirt. It didn't take long for a crowd to form around the trio.

"Let me go man." The small man in Castellos death grip pleaded.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here you madre stronza!" Castello said while tightning his hold around the boy's shirt, if that was even possible. I mean i could practically see the veins popping out of Castellos arm.

"Castello, stop!" Kali demanded as she pulled at his arm, trying to get him to release the death grip he had on the guys shirt.

Castello whirled around, his glare so harsh, even Kali flinched.

"No Kali, you stop! I'm sick and tired of looking after you! you're 22 years old all you want to do is party, drink, and go whore like a fucking slut. E poi porti qui il suo culo irrispettoso e prova a fotterlo! Suo padre ha cercato di uccidere Vitaly, noi non facciamo affari con lui, e noi non parliamo con persone come lui! And then you go and disrespect Vitaly by trying to sleep with the fucking idiot!"