He was cold, distant and was riddled with psychopathic tendencies, but had a soft spot for his deliciously thick best friend.
She wanted to be more than 'best friends' but he couldn't fully allow it. His life was dangerous but she already was in th...
"So Guisseppe, tell us the mission." Gigi demand rudely. She threw her backs on the bed and sat down, crossing her right leg on the her left.
We all stopped talking to each other and faced our father, wanting to get this damn mission over and done with as soon as possible.
Much to our dismay we arrived three hours ago to one of Russia's most trashiest hotel room, that our father decided to rent our for the week, so no one noticed us.
It had four beds and eight of us in this from meaning we all I had to sleep in twos, which would have been totally fine if it wasn't for the fact that it was a single a bed with seven tall and muscly men needing to share. As well as, no one wanted to sleep with Giuseppe. That left is with three beds and a busted of couch that emitted as much dust as a factor emitting toxic gas for seven with.
Every white tile on the floor had cracks in it, with little cockroaches making a habitat between them. I tried kill one by stepping in it but it stepped on me instead- there were not playing. The ceiling was full with mound making the wall look greenish black instead of the white it was obviously meant to be.
Giuseppe raised a brow. "We just arrived mia figlia." He said with fake sadness.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not your 'figlia' Giuseppe." She said in a clipped tone. The red hand print was still evident in her face even though it was caked on with makeup. "I'm Nikhail Дочь." She jibed. (Translation: Daughter)
The name of his wife's adulterer made his face drop to a deep frown. He stood their clenching his jaw. He took a step towards her, his hands in a fist, causing her to slide further up on the bed. In order to remind him that six out of the eight Esposito brothers were their to whoop his ass if he tried to touch her again, we all jumped off the small ass bed that creaked like a frog during heat under all our weight.
He continued to talk saying something but we where in our own little sibling world, not listening to a word coming from his mouth.
I sighed, hearing his voice babble on in the background. "Почему бы ему просто не умереть наконец?" I muttered, knowing the others will be able to understand me, but Giuseppe won't, since he refuses to learn the language of the man that stole his wife. (Translation: Why can't he just die already)
"Точно, ад просит его возвращаться." Gigi chided. (Translation: Exactly, hell is begging for him to return)
Everyone bust out laughing. He stopped talking and plastered a smile on his face probably thinking we were laughing about something he said. "I thought we could spend today and tomorrow 'chillaxing' as you young kids say now a days."
All our faces dropped into a frown and stared at him not saying a word.
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