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[2] Enzo

Buzzzzzz Buzzzzz!

My phone vibrates against my leg, through the pocket of my ripped, black skinny jeans. I place my hand into my pocket and slide it out into my, checking the caller I.D Andre calling.

"Andre, I just landed uomo (man), are you home?"

"I'm home man and thank god for that, Sara has been dragging me around the shops all morning."

"Happy wife happy life uomo; happy wife happy life," I laugh into the phone.

"Yeah apparently so. What can I say? She's always happy when she has my credit card," he jokes.

"If you ask me, I think you're lucky she puts up with your ass."

"Yeah I know, she's a good girl, I'm lucky to have her," I can almost hear the smile on his face. "I'll text you the address and once you get here I'll take you over to Mum and Dad's place, Mum is dying to see you."

"On my way," I grin and hang up the phone.

Andre Ricci, my best friend for the last twenty-five years (which is a long time considering we're twenty-five years old). Andre and I were born and raised together, we're family but not by blood. My mother and father, Stella and Pat Moretti are part of the Italian mafia run by Don Franco. The Italian mafia is linked in with a mafia family in America known as the Cobras, which is run by Alena Ricci and her husband Dom Ricci, that's where Andre comes into this, Andre is the son of Alena and Dom.

While Andre and I were growing up Alena and Dom would travel between America and Italy. Even though Franco is very much the don, he still leans on his brother for support. Because of this Andre and I grew up together as future leaders, Andre of course even more so than me as he's next in line for the Cobra throne; myself, I'm just a future senior member.

Growing up, Andre would spend six months in Italy and six months in America. This went on for many years until he was old enough to attend high school, it was then Alena and Dom decided the kids needed a more stable environment and they choose to settle in the states for good, rather than split their time between both countries.

I've been to America a few times, now to visit Andre and help the Cobras; and he, of course, has been back to Italy to visit me and help don Franco when we need it. Having such a large distance hasn't changed a thing about our friendship though, and for that, I'm grateful because at the end of the day everyone needs that one person they can always count on.

My phone buzzes in my hand, once again it's Andre with his new address that he and his wife Sara have recently moved into. The last time I saw them was on their wedding day 12 months ago. I was Andre's best man, but at that stage, they were living with Dom and Alena, while their home was still being built.

I make my way out of the large airport doors and out onto the street, ready to hail a cab. It doesn't take long before a car pulls up alongside me and the driver pops the trunk. I place my suitcases in and then slide into the back seat closing the door.

"205 Oceanview Parade," I inform the driver.

I arrive at the address and it's not surprising that the brand new house is grand. It stands two storeys high and is brick veneered in a light grey colour. There are large square windows across the top half of the house and long recharger windows at the bottom. I pay the taxi driver and grab my bags from the back; then I make my way down the long, light coloured, brick driveway and to the large double doors of the front entrance.

I press the buzzer and wait a moment.

"Hey man, you made it," Andre greets, as he opens the front door and shakes my hand, before pulling me in for a quick, one arm hug.