When in Italy

When in Italy

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Just like so many people, my journey starts with a boy. Sometimes us girls act like we've never seen a boy before. It's like they're this alien life form. And maybe that's true. I myself don't have very much experience with boys, but come on. It can't be too hard, they're dumb. But girls always go after the exotic, muscular, sparkly eyed, smooth talking, sexy grinning guys right? It isn't really our fault though. Guys like that are just hard to look away from. But in my case, everything actually starts with a group of guys. Tall, dark haired, extra sexy guys. Exciting right? Hell no. It would be nice except for that these particular dream boats are criminals. Not your average high school douche bags who steal beer to impress some slut at a house party. More like Italian douche bags who take hostages and get a little too handsy with females like it's 1999. My job, is to stop said douche bags. It might be a little easier if I didn't want to kill my own partner (who can be a douche bag if he feels like it) at the same time. All my training has led up to this one moment. Get in, get out, get the hostages out, and put the douche bags in jail. All while trying not to get killed in the process. Easier said than done. Who's ever liked being in the family business anyway? ____________________________________________________ I'm Alex and this is the story of how I almost died. Multiple times.
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"How could you?" Sofia looked at her husband Hector. "You are overreacting. It's just above you." "I am telling you that a man was... inappropriate to me...he said he wanted to..." Sofia's voice was shaking. "We are all adults here. He has taken a liking to you. Consider yourself lucky. You have no idea where this man can get us. To where this connection can get us..." "I am your wife." Sofia scoffed. "And, I am consenting to this." Hector cut her off. "Hector, don't!" Sofia tried to shut him up, but Hector continued. "It doesn't change anything. Make him happy. He won't be wanting it all the time. He had hundreds of women for him. This will all be over in a month or two. But you can be good friends in the future, and he can be kind to you. And, us! Think where his connections can get us." At first, if Antonio's behavior in the past seemed a problem, now adding her husband's ideas about all this worried Sofia more. It seems the very man she expected to protect her from a predator was ready to throw her to that animal. Sofia recalled how Antonio had always tried to be a gentleman. But there was nothing gentle about his intentions. Only his eyes and direct approach with his words were enough to tell Sofia about it. She could still recall the day when he had told her. "You will warm my bed one day. And, your husband will drive you here that day." At that time, she slapped him, but now it seems he had won. Sofia gulped, looking at Hector. Her Hector couldn't be this blind. It wasn't that simple. She could tell that Antonio had spent a great deal of time brainwashing her husband. Sofia rubbed her cheeks and told her husband off while walking away. "This isn't happening. Not today. Not ever." Sofia accepts a gift card from her neighbor for a spa day. The most mundane day gets her in the way of an obsessive trillionaire, who has only one agenda. If you can't have it, ruin it.

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