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
Dante“Do you ever listen to me?” he complained.“Never.”It was a lie and we both knew it. Crazy girl gave me an itch and it would fucking be scratched.Roland landed in his chair.“Megan said you could fuck off.”My lips twitched because Megan gave everyone shit when she could. She wasn’t in a crew but since her brother was, she stayed protected. Usually, she wasn’t my problem.“What did you find out?” I asked, disregarding his sister’s BS.“Megan’s dorm was changed and now she’s rooming with the girl. Neither would give me her name. She’s new, she’s a senior, and that is fucking weird.”“Caine,” I said.“On it.” He stood and walked away.“My sister is in bitch mode today,” Roland warned.I simply drank my coffee, rested against my seat, my manner completely ‘I don’t give a fuck’ and waited for Caine to do his thing. Crazy girl would walk or be carried.A minute later, two female hands landed on the table and I looked up into Megan’s furious gaze.“I’m not part of your crew and you
ChaneyHe was infuriatingly gorgeous. His tight shirt showed the outline of each muscle on his ripped chest. He worked out harder than your average senior. His body wasn’t yet that of a man but it was close. His nose had been broken but it only helped accent the high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. He should not be legal. I could literally drown in his dark eyes.The name Laterza ran through my head. I could never forget who he was.He wouldn’t release my hand and nearly dragged me back. He took a firmer grip and opened the coffee shop door. Everyone inside slowly turned and looked. He pulled me to the table with his friends.Both guys glanced at him, then at our hands. Mine was not released. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat. He took the one next to mine and still didn’t release my hand.“I didn’t know the two of you knew each other,” Megan said with eyes about to pop from her head.She also noticed he wasn’t letting me go. I could see her putting pieces together and not sure what
ChaneyDante gave me a long stare, seeing too much, damn it.“My crew leads the pack. The crews are our support system.”Dante’s eyes and voice turned lazy when he spoke to me but I could see his brain ticking away. I still didn’t have the answers I needed.“But how does that take place? Who establishes this hierarchy?”“You fight for it.”“Fight?”“With fists.”“What about Stella? How did she get her place?”Dante’s eyes traveled to the person in question who was still in line for coffee. He then gave me his full attention. Megan spoke before he did.“She bullied her way into it and kept her harassment confined to the freshmen and sophomores. She tangled with a junior here and there and it will be worse this year. The girls are terrified of her.”Dante now glared at Roland.“Don’t keep your mouth shut next time,” he ground out.Roland gave him a nod and it solidified the authority Dante had. I still needed answers.“So, you just walk up and punch someone to prove you’re at the top?”
Dante“She’s hot as hell, I’ll give you that, but who the fuck is she?” Caine asked on our way back to the dorm.“Don’t fucking know but she’s in danger and was dropped here.”“That doesn’t make sense. Does she even belong to a family? Her last name’s Smith.”“No, it isn’t,” I told him. “She’s hardwired to Xavier for some strange reason and he’s behind this which means it’s nothing good.”“And she’s hot.”I smiled.“There is that.”We stepped into our dorm suite, boxes and shit everywhere, and Caine landed his lazy ass on the couch.“I’ll throw all your crap in your room or you’ll get up and help, you piece of shit.”“You need to get laid, asshole. I have an escort service on speed dial. We can hook you up with someone with curly hair. That will take the edge off.”Caine disappeared at odd times, but I knew he wasn’t going to escorts. Okay, it probably happened a time or two but that was Caine. He was into some weird-ass shit. When he left school grounds, he hung with the geeks who ha