Twelve

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Matt's POV

As I parked up at the grand looking restaraunt, I got my car and my guards-Roy, Dean and Freddie parked up their black Volvo cars next to my black Porsche lambrogini.

We get out at the same time,running a hand through my neatly trimmed hair, I buttoned my tux suit that fit me like a second skin, outlining my muscular built.

We walked in, ignoring the stares I got as I pulled on a pair of Oakley playboy shades.

We walked up the reception, Roy speaking for me.
"We made a reservation under the name of Matthew Scarlatti" he says and the woman checks, her eyes widening as she looks up at me and back at Roy.

"I....right this way s-sir" she says and led us to the private booths on the third floor with an amazing view.

I should bring Roman here sometime for a date or something.....

Just when I realized what I'd been thinking, I blushed slightly as we all took a seat.

"Where the fuck are they?" I asked Roy as he checked his phone.

"They're---" just as he was about to finish, the door opens and I'm met with four gentlemen in their business suits.

One I recognized immediately.

R-Ryan?

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