AMORE

Destinations

Sicilia, Italy

Lorenzo

"So, Sara is sick?" I ask Scar who is having a hard time lying to me. His fake panicked voice sounds like a man who has been hit by a fucking buss.

"Can't you just take my word for it?! Heck never have I ever delivered a sad news and gotten this response" he answered frustrated in the other end. I just wanted to see his face completely red and annoyed at the fact that I catched his lie. I smirk evilly, trying to sound as innocent as a mafia drug lord can; "Which response?" I asked, to which I hear him mutter a prayer in Italian.

"I sent you a message saying that Sara is sick, and you fucking sent a video of yourself laughing like a maniac" he answered, laughing at the end.

"Didn't you like the video?" I joke as I take a big chug of the beer in my hand.

"Fucking beautiful that" he answers, understanding my joke.

"Yeah? Keep it babe. Next time, I will send you a more excited picture" I tease him, my voice still serious.

"Nahhh, I will let that be for your amore" he speaks before he can think and shocks me along with himself. None of us speaks for a while. The atmosphere getting thicker and deadlier by each second. I take a big gulp of the beer, closing my eyes as her name lingers in me, my body drinking it in and soaking itself with it, as if it has been thirsty for it. It feels surprisingly nice actually, the thought of her beautiful body and even more beautiful face. I have thought about her several nights when my cock has craved for her, but my hands have done the best they could with imagination. Five years without getting laid does that to a man. Surprise surprise.

"You did get the video of Nguyen, didn't you?" I ask, back to business.

"Yeah, I did. What happened to his daughter?" he asks, this time more serious and business like. My thoughts go back to Lina and how I had told Russo to not strip her out of her clothes. I didn't want her to feel caged and starting off by stripping her down and with a blindfold would not be the nicest version of "taking care" of Nguyens daughter. Instead, I had taken her to her father who explained the situation to her and also told her to stay with me. She had cried at the sight of her father and it almost reminded me of Be-. No one. It reminded of me of no one.

"Lina is okay. I will take her with me to England, so she is safe there. If we get attacked in Italy, I would like her to be in safe hands. Less to think about I guess" I mumble to him, leaving out the details of how she had thrown a fit after her father had taken his last breaths in her lap. She had been confused, panicked and all of the bad emotions that come with a parent dying. I would know about that. Too good also.

"Yeah, do that Moretti. She will probably like it better here" he answered, as if he was thinking about something else too.

"Hmm, she could do the normal stuff. I don't know what chicks do man, I will tell Sara to talk to her or something" I told him, to which he agreed. Again, confirming that Sara wasn't sick. He was a terrible liar.

"So why do you want me to come to England when my gang is in danger, Scar?" I asked, seriously this time. He sighed loudly before answering; "I have a solution to our problem capo. I have invited some guys who can help us" he says and hangs up when I am to deny the help. I don't need the help. I cuss at him after he hangs up on me, knowing me too well.

I start to walk out of the garage and send Russo a message of getting Lina ready in ten minutes. He answers back immediately and respond back by an "okay capo". Lets get ready for fucking England then. Fuck me.

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Tabriz, Iran

Bella

I stare at Adam who is leaning on my door, with his usual smirk as if I just hadn't slapped it off yesterday. What can I say? Bad habits die hard. Literally.

"Eid Mubarak, beautiful" his thick voice utter, making me cringe. He is wearing traditional clothes that are really beautiful. He doesn't do them any justice. I roll my eyes in his direction, as I continue searching for an appropriate dress to wear. Everything here is short! I pick out a bodycon dress that goes down to my knees. It is in this nude color that would look beautiful with my tan.

"Wear that one" I hear Adams disgusting voice ring in my ear, and I carefully place the dress back in the closet. Mentally making a note to NEVER wear that dress again.

"get out of my room" I tell him, crossing my ears over my chest. I regret it already when I see Adams eye on my chest. I clear my throat at him to which he only smirks wider.

"Khalid sent me to tell you to wear something comfortable. We are traveling somewhere" he tells me as he steps closer to me. I stand my ground as I watch his come closer. I have to look up at his tall figure and he gently holds me from my waist and places me away from the closet as if I am a shoe in the way. I clench my jaw as my palm twitch, asking to connect with his chin again.

"Where?" I ask him, as he rakes my closet to find something suitable. Not that I would wear anything he chooses. He doesn't turn around, too engulfed in eyeing my clothes.

"This one is nice" he says, holding up a crop top that is too tiny. It is meant to show off the under boob and I slap punch his shoulder and hold his arm, trying to pry him away from my closet. "you are truly disgusting" I mutter as I try to use all my strength on pushing him, to which he looks at me amused. I stop after a while and he chuckles, stepping away.

"Don't know about where, but you are going with the man himself" he says, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Yeah?" I smile at him flirtatiously, to which he nods slowly stepping closer. I do too and set my hands on his chest, bringing him closer. He smiles a little, looking directly in my eyes. I place my mouth beside his ear and whisper; "Where is the man?" and interrupt in a fit of giggles. He looks pretty pissed off by the sight of his flushed face and he storms outside.

I can hear Jamila laugh at him in the hallway before she appears in the room. "You must have said something really important yesterday Bella. Your brother is taking you out of the country" she beams at me, leaving me confused.

Could it be?