"Ciao, Bella! Piccalo Angelo." He smirked, ruffling Angelo's hair. "Get in, pretty boy." I rolled my eyes at his smirk. "You obviously don't know who I am, Bambina." His eyes grew dark after he realized his "charm" doesn't work on me. "And I obviously don't care." *** WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE USED AS WELL AS MATURE CONTENT