Good boy, Badass boy

Good boy, Badass boy

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Domenico Pietro de Cerintti, in the eyes of everyone was the good boy, the sacrificial lamb, the one who attended all the classes and obeyed all the rules, the one who would not let a puppy get run over by a car, the one who didn't have a girl in his bed every Friday night, the one who didn't smirk, the one who girls liked but never wanted, the one who girls used and dumped, the one who wasn't badass. He lived with that image, was content with it even with the bullying until a certain day when they crossed the line, the one line they were never to cross. He disappeared. And appeared months later, in college; the college that had a good percent of his highschool student in attendance; changed, for the worse. Rosetta D'armani, one of his mates in highschool and now his mate in college, who never bullied him but who also never saved him from the bullies. She was, as defined by the male folk, hot, sexy, drool worthy. She saw him on his first day back and lusted after him. She followed him, sought after him, chased after him with every breath in her. He made her lick his heels. After all he was badass now. He smirked now, he had girls in his bed not only every Friday night but every night, the girls wanted him, he used and dumped them now, he was badass. But oh...those bullies didn't know his definition of badass. Badass for him meant revenge. He would revenge on each one of them including his beloved girlfriend. He'd show them just how hot badass burned. One mysterious girl, one desperate girl, one perfect girl and one revengeful boy. ???

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Chapter 1 For Books and For Bottles

Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment and be who he wanted to be. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti. He fitted in the keys to the door of the second floor apartment he shared with his part friend, part enemy, Bernard Marino. The door opened smoothly without the slightest noise and he stepped in, locking the door. The small cozy living room gre

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Chapter 1 For Books and For Bottles

Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment and be who he wanted to be. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti. He fitted in the keys to the door of the second floor apartment he shared with his part friend, part enemy, Bernard Marino. The door opened smoothly without the slightest noise and he stepped in, locking the door. The small cozy living room gre
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Chapter 2 Domenico de Cerintti

He picked up his now damaged phone from the kitchen floor. The screen was badly cracked and the phone was not switching on. He swallowed down his anger. At least, he thought, he gave Marino a pretty good beating as revenge. Revenge… the word sounded sweet, familiar and foreign to him. Revenge… He rose, eyeing the shattered plate and spilled food on the floor. He walked out of the kitchen. Marino would clean it up. • A broken nose, a split on the lip and a swelling under the right eye were the injuries Marino suffered. Marino kept muttering incoherent complaint the whole minutes he spent cleaning up his minor injuries. “Of all days for you to destroy my face, its today! Today!” “What’s happening today?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other and swinging his damaged phone in his hands. “A freaking party! Fernando D’oseliotti’s freaking partito! And you dare destroy my face!” “Stop making a whole lot of noise. I could have done more, you deserve it. You smashed my phone.” H
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Chapter 3 Lust and Disappointment

They could already hear the italian sensation playing a good distance away from the magnificent villa Fernando D’osellioti owned. Fernando was the handsome, rich senior that hosted the best parties. His parties were popular and a rave. He threw it three times a year, spring, summer and winter. He had everything right, the large house, the unlimited alcohol, the music and what not but funnily enough, Fernando never attended his own parties or any other party; he had girls flocking around him but there had never been any news of him being promiscuous, rumors had sprang up but they were quickly debunked. Fernando was always with his friends or at some school gathering or meeting or any other clean social gathering but he always scored the highest at the end of each semester. Fernando was mysterious. That was the story his ears were filled with by Marino as they drove to the party venue. The wide double doors to the villa were wide open and one could see the inside from the outside clearl
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Chapter 4 Rosetta Verona

She stood there, her mouth slightly open, her lashes fluttering. It really was him. He looked much different from the Domenico she remembered, the Domenico she attended highschool with. That Domenico did not catch her fancy, that Domenico definitely did not look half this alluring, that Domenico definitely wasn’t this confident or dominant. That Domenico had been anything short of badass. Calm Domenico, always smiling and swallowing down the harsh bullying from Leonardo and his crew with his head held high until… “You might end up breaking that glass if you keep holding it that way.” “Leonardo.” She sighed, relaxing her hold on her glass. “Domenico, huh?” She glanced at him to see him looking in the same direction. “He’s different.” She stated, bringing her glass to her lips then dropping it with a scowl when she discovered it was empty. “He sure is.” Leonardo drawled, a mocking look on his face, “disappears for what? 7 months? Comes back a whole new man. What’s he up to?” “I
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Chapter 5 Change

He wasn't smug or triumphant or pleased. He wasn't angry or mad or furious. He was hurt. After his dance with Rosetta, he had endured another thirty minutes of nonsense conversations with prowling women and pride filled disdainful comments from jealous high school mates. After the thirty minutes, he had gotten fed up and he sent a quick text to Marino with the new phone he acquired earlier that day, 'I'm heading home. Find another ride or die trying." And he left for his car. He was still sitted in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly with white knuckles. He was hurt. All his swagger and act and pride didn't chase away the vulnerable boy in him seeking acceptance. He was accepted alright but for all the wrong reasons. The women were only after him for looks and for money and the men either didn't even spare him a second look or spat pride all over him What was he expecting anyway? Warm hugs and friendly kisses? Friendly conversations and people actually concerned about his
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Chapter 6 Luna Braga

Domenico ran a hand through his hair. First day of college or rather his first day of college after 6 months away from school. He wouldn't deny he was a bit nervous but at the same time, there was the thrill of excitement of the unknown. He stepped into the first lecture of the day. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Hey, Fratello!" He turned back to see who the owner of the unfamiliar voice was. He just took the last stairs off the civil engineering department building. He was hungry, he wanted to visit the bar Marino had told him about that was somewhere in the school. He had checked it on the map and it was a trekkable distance. He adjusted his bag over his shoulders, tapping his sneaker clad foot on the ground impatiently. "Scusa." The boy, his agemate but with softer features that made him look younger, panted out when he reached him after practically flying down the stairs. They shook hands. "I'm Clemente." The grey eyed boy with hair that fell all over his face offered. "Do.... "Domenico de
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Chapter 7 Desperation

"Hurry, Aryanna, we need to get to the mall as soon as possible." Rosetta ordered finishing her bottle of moretti. She caught the fleeting look of protest in Aryanna's face before it dissappeared. She was being overbearing, she knew but she was too far gone to care about anyone's feelings at the moment. What she wanted, she must get. Milena looked between the both of them. "Why do you need to go to a mall when you..." Milena paused staring at something behind her in surprise, "Is that Domen?" Her head whipped back since she was backing the entrance to the bar. Domen? Domenico? "Who?" She asked, her eyes still prowling around. "Domenico de Cerintti, he's heading for the terrazzo." Milena informed just as her eyes zoomed in on his broad back. "Domenico." His back view was exquisite. He exuded power and coolness at the same time. Why was he so cool? So her type of man? Where was he all these years? She had spent the last fourty eight hours wondering about him. If she had suspecte
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Chapter 8 Betrayals

Domenico glanced at the clock on his desk, it was past 2am and then noticed his phone screen had lit up. He cracked his knuckles and picked up the phone. Five hours of reading. He was getting better. Andrea was calling. He sighed, he didn't feel like talking to her and he also hated being disturbed when studying. He had put the phone on silent for a reason. The call ended and he was about to put down the phone when his eyes caught the call notification. 20 missed calls, all from his sister. He called her back in a flash, she picked up immediately. "Sister, are you okay? Is everything alright?" He asked hurriedly, his forehead creased in worry. Her sobs was what he heard. "Sorella? What happened?" "Talk to me, Andrea!" He raised his voice when she still didn't say anything. "Marco." She cried in-between choked sobs. "What happened to Marco? Talk to me." Her cries increased. He swallowed down his impatience, running his hand through his hair. Something was obviously very wrong.
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Chapter 9 Peace

Rosetta tapped her car keys against her palm, tapping her foot impatiently. She wanted to get home and rid herself of the suffocating clothes she had on and have a good long bath. However did Aryanna survive? “Finally.” She sighed when she sighted Marino walking towards her. “You do know I’m a busy woman, right? I don’t like being kept waiting.” She said when he was stood in front of her. He eyed her down and she eyed him feeling invaded. “Eyes up here, Mr.” she snapped her fingers in his face. He chuckled, finally looking her in the eye. “Domenico is one lucky man.” He said amusedly. She glared at him, why were the men she related with animals? Domenico would never ogle her so boldly. “Result?” she demanded. “A big no.” he told her, coming to lean against her car. Her heart dropped. “I thought you said he needed a cook? Why…” “Isn’t it obvious?” Marino cut in mischievously, “Because it’s you.”
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Chapter 10 Snapped Reflexes

He laughed loudly, in spite of himself, ushering her into his house, thankful that he had cleaned it already early that morning. “Wow” she breathed out, looking around his home, “splendido. I love that rug.” “Everybody loves it.” He said confidently, his smirk still on, his hands in his pants pocket. She shot him a glare. “Really Domenico, your look scared me. I would never have rambled so much if I wasn’t in doubt of myself and I am almost never in doubt of myself. I hate you.” He chuckled, “it seems like that phrase is being used a lot these days.” “What? I hate you?” she asked distractedly, walking around the small sitting room. “Yeah.” He answered, watching her. “No surprise, you're so annoying. I hate you.” She said with a little more venom than expected. “My pleasure, il mio amore.” He spoke. She wagged a finger, her back still turned to him. “No way, Domenico. I have a boy friend. That ton
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