LEONARDO'S POVWhen I stepped out of the balcony of the luxurious resort, Miami spread before me in all it's purplish, vibrant glory. The city sung with life, the sounds of celebration and merrymaking reverberated through its streets. The sparkling mix of yellow, red and pink neon lights twinkled like stars, illuminating the cityscape with a dazzling glow. Inside, the festivity raged on, the thumping music emanating from the walls a testament to our victorious college football game. The liveliness of the night coursed through my veins, my heart racing with the electric fervor that permeated this enchanting city.Taking one from the pack, I carefully held the cigarette between my fingers and positioned it between my lips. As I sparked my trusty lighter, a brilliant blaze of orange and yellow sparked to life before me. The flame danced a tantalizing tango as I brought it to the tip of my cigarette, igniting the rich tobacco within. The smoke curled and swirled, forming a wisp of hazy bl
LEONARDO'S POVIt took me a few seconds to realize I wasn't in my own bed. Instead, I was in the hotel room, butt naked. As the sleep-induced fog cleared my mind, the memories of last night came crashing down on me like a load of bricks. I groaned inwardly. Fucking orgies.Two of the team's cheerleaders were sleeping soundly beside me, their naked bodies tangled together and barely covered by the sheets. I guess there were more, but they left after the orgy ended and I was dragged inside this room by these two demanding more sex. My head was pounding like someone had knocked me out with a hammer. I swam in a lake of vodka last night. One thing that I fucking hated about myself was that I think too little of the consequences. Enzo was right, my promiscuity was getting out of hand.I picked up my phone from my pant pocket that was discarded on the floor and saw several missed calls from Nonna. A sharp sense of guilt shot through me. I walked put my boxers back on and walked towards the
ROSALINA'S POVSelena, Elizabetta, Isabella, and I were lounging at the poolside of Selena's sprawling mansion, soaking up the warm rays of the golden sun. Yes, Selena Perez was my rich best friend. Her parents ran a real estate company, so yeah. Filthy rich.Isabella was applying suntan lotion on my bare back, while her sister was floating on an inflatable unicorn bed, eyes closed as she soaked up the sun. Selena was laying on a sun lounger, beside Sammy who was fanning her using a hand fan. Sometimes I thought her parents gave birth to Sammy just to be her slave. Poor boy."Go get us some watermelon juice," Selena said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Sammy groaned and tossed the hand fan away before running to the kitchen to fetch us some juice.Just as Sammy returned with our drinks, Selena's phone buzzed from the side table. She picked it up and her expression turned from relaxed to horrified within seconds."What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up from the sun lounger."It's Trist
LEONARDO'S POVFinally, home.After parking my red Ferrari in the driveway, I gathered my backpack and made my way toward the Salvadori mansion. The exterior of our family mansion was as grand and opulent as it could get. With tall white pillars framing the entrance and a beautiful landscape of luscious green garden surrounding it that was especially taken care of by my Nonna. The mansion was painted in a pristine white color, with large windows that overlooked the garden.I pushed the front door open and was greeted with our warm and inviting foyer. The walls were painted soft cream with ornate golden moldings lining the ceiling. The floor was made of the finest Italian marble, with a decorative rug strategically placed in the center. In the center of the foyer was a grand chandelier, which illuminated the space with a warm glow.The first thing I looked for was Nonna. Sasha, our housekeeper, told me that Nonna was sick and Lilliana Russo was the one who took care of her medication a
ROSALINA'S POV I waltzed into the crowded cafeteria with two cold lattes in my hands, scanning the room for Selena. She said she would wait for me. That was when I spotted her with Tristan at the corner booth. Tristan was in tears as he practically begged for Selena's forgiveness. The audacity. "Such a loser," Elizabetta muttered as she stood beside me. "I know, right?" Isabella said, crossing her arms to her chest. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to show up here after cheating on Selena with the whole cheerleading squad, let alone ask for forgiveness. Selena looked like she wanted to crawl under the table and hide from the embarrassment Tristan was giving her. He was making a fucking scene so Selena would give in. Like hell, that was happening. "Please, Sel! Take me back!" Tristan dropped to his knees and hugged Selena's waist. "I won't do it again. I promise. I love you!" No, he didn't. His career was ruined for good and knew no other girl would want to commit to him after
ROSALINA'S POVI was laying on the edge of Lily's bed, watching her change out of her black dress. She had just returned from Elena Salvadori's funeral with a band-aid on her knee."How did you get hurt?" I asked, pointing at her knee. She was in her underwear and her white bra did not match her blue panties."I fell," She said squeamishly. "The floor was slippery because of the rain.""Yeah, blame the floor for your clumsiness," I said, playfully rolling my eyes.Lily was as socially graceful as a giraffe on roller skates and her coordination was about as smooth as sandpaper. I gently prodded her plump tummy. It was like a small marshmallow pouch, too irresistible to poke."Ow! Stop that." She said, stepping away."You got some belly fat there," I placed my chin in my palm and swung my legs back and forth while lying on my stomach on the bed. Although Lily was on the smaller side, her body was noticeably softer compared to mine as I leaned towards a more slender physique. As a ballet
LEONARDO'S POVThe workshop owned by Pablo resembled a dimly lit cave, where the walls were adorned with various tools and shelves were stacked with sections of guns. An acrid scent of gunpowder and gun oil lingered heavily in the air. The workbenches were covered with disorganized tools and components, while the floor was blanketed with sawdust and brass casings. It was like standing in a museum of deadly weapons and I loved this place.Pablo, the gunsmith was a gruff-looking man with a thick beard who greeted me with a nod as I approached. He motioned towards a table where several guns were laid out haphazardly."These are the ones that have been tampered with," he said, his voice gruff. "Go ahead and test them out yourself to see if they're workin'." I picked up one of the Kalashnikov and examined it closely, a smirk forming on my lips.The weapon had been disassembled and reassembled, but it still seemed to be in good functioning condition again after Alessandro messed it up and
ROSALINA'S POVWhen I rang the bell, Laura, Selena's Mom, answered the door with a beaming smile and a flashy red dress, leading me to assume that she was headed out someplace, probably a date night."Hey, Mrs Perez, is Selena here?" I asked."Hi there, sweetie. Yes, Selena's upstairs in her room. She's been waiting for you," Mrs. Perez said, still smiling. "Oh, by the way, you look GORGEOUS in that dress!" I said, making a perfect OK sign with my hand."Aww, Thank you, sweetie!" Mrs. Perez replied with a laugh. "I have a special dinner with my husband tonight, so I wanted to dress up a bit. Now, go on upstairs and see Selena."I made my way upstairs and knocked on the purple door and Selena opened the it and pulled me inside, bursting with excitement, she eagerly hugged me, exclaiming, "Guess what just happened!" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm."What happened?" I asked, smiling at her contagious energy."Leonardo called me, and he asked me out on a date!" Selena exclaimed, jumpi