"I will never let any harm come to you.
You are mine and I'd be damned if I lose you."
PIPPA PREFERS to look at the world through a rose colored lense; but she's not living in her own fantasy. Far from it actually. She knows evils exists she's seen it for herself; but she likes to think there is still good and love in this world. Pippa's a cute young girl a year out of university; whom likes her freedom but has a hard time being independent, hates violence, can't sleep, and hates having to leave Britain. Guys think she's probably the most beautiful girl in the world constantly chasing after her: but she pays them no mind. She likes her simple life even if it's wrapped up in a complicated organization, in which she's shielded from the majority of the time.Her mother runs the London Continental, taking over after her father got sick and passed. Pippa knows about the organization, the High Table; crime with no consequence, mafias, and assassins. It's a lot to think about which usually makes her head spin because it goes against every innocent bone in her body. How crazy is it that people can get away with murder as easy as snapping your fingers? Normally, she chooses to ignore it and live out a boring life; however, when her grandfather asked her to come to Italy with him she tried to say no but it didn't work. She adores that old man, he'd been the rock in the family for so long. That's why this whole 'world of crime' thing unbelievable because, how could her loving family possibly be wrapped up in those unsavory things...
And that's how she finds herself standing in front of two pieces of luggage and a carry-on, attempting to pack. Her grandfather would not take no for an answer. Over a month in Italy; it's going to be the experience of a lifetime but she's absolutely terrified. She's only left Britain once before and it wasn't to meet a mafia boss. Packing has taken her days because she can't focus long enough to fold a shirt and put it in a bag. Her mind wavers a lot; jumping around from place to idea to person. In general it's hard to get her to sit still so this flight, even on a private jet, is going to kill her, just like when she went to France.
"Pippyyy! I'm here~!" a sing-songy voice sounds from the doorway leading to her room.
Pippa turns and sees her close friend Nana Otani standing there with her pink boots and overalls dress. She's probably the cutest thing ever; dyed dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders (with brown roots because she sucks at keeping up with them) and a beaming smile that never disappears, "hey what's up?"
"I'm all packed.." Nana laughs as she walks into the messy room, "but bloody hell you clearly aren't."
"Wanna help then? I.. I'm struggling." Pippa admits defeat as she motions to the suitcases and piles of strewn clothes everywhere. She's definitely overwhelmed.
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Infatuation // Santino D'Antonio
Fanfiction― In which Santino D'Antonio falls in love with a girl and it changes his life. Power and money is all that's ever mattered to the leader of the Camorra, Italy's biggest mob. But an alliance with the British crime syndicate will make his path cross...