GiaAlessandro and I crashed in his room and didn’t come out even when Marino and the crew arrived. We needed time to ourselves. Maria, Stephie, and some of her crew were with them. We’d been notified by text and San told Marino we would be absent. No one disturbed us.“It’s sad,” I said aloud once we were settled. “I’m so sorry.”“Why are you sorry? The entire situation is fucked up, but their choices had nothing to do with us.”“They had everything to do with us,” she said stubbornly. “Maria’s father and mother had her at the same time I was born. Marino’s parents the same. It was all set up. It’s your father I feel the worst for. Has he ever loved a woman?”“He had affairs on my mom and I discovered it early on. I hated him for it, and then she died. I didn’t understand and I considered him weak when he didn’t go after your father.”She hugged me tighter.“Are you going to tell Marino?” she finally asked.“No. It stays with us. The secrecy behind it all is something we can’t fuck w
AlessandroThere were bumps in the road. With Laterza backing down and his crew stepping up behind me, there were no further challenges. Kicking Matteo’s ass so decisively helped too. I’d cemented my reputation and proven how dangerous I truly was.We still had schoolwork and other drama happening around the academy.Stephie and her crew joined ours along with Maria who made it official when she started dating Andre.Mr. Caleb’s class became interesting. For a quiet man, even I admitted he was badass. As the year passed quickly, I began dreading graduation and what would happen between me and Gia. We were young and in love. We were not ready for marriage. Gia came up with the plan and with Marino and Maria’s help, we put it into action. Stephie and Andre were included if their parents came on board.The seniors had an assembly two hours before graduation and were told to come to the gym with our laptops fully charged. It was strange but many things over the four years were, and we wen
GiaIt was a strange new world.I had the most amazing sense of freedom. My mother gave me more.“Your father’s blood runs through your veins but never forget mine does too. You have choices to make you can only do as a woman. I stayed with your father through the worst times. I loved him during the best. That doesn’t matter in your life and what does matter is that you know I’m my own woman. Your father paid dearly when Alessandro’s mother died. He’s never forgiven himself. He’s a good man and I knew that when he married me because of his honesty.”It was a side I’d never seen from either of my parents. Compassion was frowned upon in our lives but now I knew it had always been there.My bond with my mother and father was stronger than it had ever been. I was proud to be a Rossi.Alessandro left with his parents, and I texted Maria that the coast was clear.There were many things I couldn’t share with her but she didn’t ask because she knew. I looked around our dorm that we’d finally
Bacha ma culo – kiss my ass Bastardo - bastard Cagacazzo – lame ass dumb Capeesh – understood Cazzo – dick, like Americans use the word fuck Che palle – what balls Maria’s favorite phrase Che te pozzino ammazza – you shall be butchered Chi non va non vede, chi non vede non sa e chi non sa se lo prende sempre in culo - if you don’t go you won’t see, if you don’t see you won’t know, if you don’t know you’ll take it in the ass every time Cretino – idiot Cuando l’amico chiede, non v’è domani - when a friend asks, there is no tomorrow Cuore Mio – my heart Dio cane – goddammit Dio santo – oh my God Il mio tesoro – my treasure Ma' Don - surprise Manache – oh hell Mannaggia tua – shit damn Mia figlia – my daughter Mi amica – my sister Mi raccomando – listen to me Mi stai uccidendo – you are killing me Piccola – little one Porca troia – fucking hell Puttana – whore Vita mia – My life
Dante It was finally the great promised land called senior year. I never thought I would live this long. Sophomore year was a free-for-all with too many entities trying to establish themselves. Last year had a challenge every month with little time for the bruises to heal. I didn’t mind the pain but grew tired of the dumb shits who thought they could take what was mine. Some people didn’t like my management style and needed to test my abilities. I guarantee they didn’t like the outcome. Some tangled with my entire crew. It didn’t end well for them either. This year would be worse. I intertwined my fingers, popped my knuckles, and scanned the rotunda. The senior welcome party was in full swing and it was the last place I wanted to be. Two girls stopped in front of me. Their clothes showed enough tit to keep half the guys in this room happy. Maybe they were nice-looking but the face paint didn’t do it for me. Add their combined perfume and you had exactly what I wasn’t interested in
DanteA high school diploma would never hang from a wall of any office I occupied. It was a fucking piece of paper. My father had finally given me the Laterza stare and I knew I’d lost the battle and here the fuck I was in the last place I wanted to be.I couldn’t even interest my dick in a recep or princess.The receps were the girls without the powerful last names. They lived in our world and had a place in the families if they wanted it. Many would stay through loyalty because it’s what their families had always done. The receps, short for receptacles and I have no fucking idea who came up with that term, were also here for our dicks. Willingly, of course, and most were more than willing. The holier-than-thou princesses were another story. They were off-limits. Too bad they liked dick as much as the receps. If a princess left Rochester with her V-card intact, she most likely spent four years on her knees in the campus church. More power to her.I was sick of it all.I did not want
ChaneyI tore the shirt off and tossed it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. I was told to keep my head low and to not make waves. That hadn’t lasted twenty-four hours and I was pissed off. The small cut burned and I grabbed some tissue and wet it with cool water from the sink.The shock more than the cut itself made me cry out when the bitch cut me. It was little more than a scratch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The safest place in the world for me and I was stabbed. Yes, slight exaggeration, but it was only day one.A knock sounded on my door.Did he follow me? The last thing I needed was anyone taking interest in me and now I had a group of bullies and a guy too hot for his own damn good giving me grief. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head, not bothering to put a bandage on the cut.“Miss Smith?”I recognized the voice and felt relief. Anger quickly overshadowed it and I threw open the door.Mr. Xavier, in his meticulous dark suit and cold eyes, stepped inside. I verbally atta
DanteCrazy girl stayed on my mind and even weed didn’t get her face or tits out of it. Her hazel eyes intrigued me and I still didn’t know who the fuck she was.“Who’d you hook up with last night?” Caine asked as he walked into our living room scratching his balls in nothing but boxers.His hair was a mess and he smelled like ass. We were the same height and coloring and could be brothers. That was not unusual at Rochester where dark Italian looks were the common denominator on campus.Caine went to the kitchen and grabbed milk from the fridge, chugging it down. The boxers hung low enough to fall off and his ass crack showed.“No one wants to see your hairy ass, especially me,” I called out because he didn’t use a fucking glass and he knew it pissed me off.I was also not answering his question but it should slide past.“Asshole,” he muttered from the kitchen.Caine didn’t come across as the brainiac he was because he enjoyed the illusion of people thinking him normal. If brains didn