Double Trouble

Chapter 42

"He's aware of it and will talk to them as well as set up a meeting for us. Tomorrow, 5:00 o'clock at our main base in Norway since we don't have anything important on the weekend."

"Perfect."

"By the way: You wasn't THAT silent."

My eyes go immediately wide and I don't need one more second to understand what he's saying. Slowly I turn around - or more lift my head one step more since my whole family has to be around 6,4 ft. And yep, my exceptions were not exceeded. Everybody is looking at us - me in particular.

"Wow, Norway is really attractive!" - Niccolo states hyper.

This came out of nowhere and surprised even me. I look confused, and the other ones - everybody except for Nic and Emilio - disappointed at him.

"Yeah, bro. I changed my mind, I want a Norway girl not a Spanish one." - Emilio adds. I cannot do something against playing with them innocent.

"Norway counts to one of the countries with the highest happiness factor. It definitely wouldn't harm this family."

A few inhale sharply. Nic smirks triumphal. Argh, I hate this attention. Don't we have a reserved table? Yeah, right. I think we really have to get in. We are already likely an eternity too late. Not that I think somebody else is authorized to get this table, but for the moment we just ignore that fact. Okay? Okay. Lets go.

I pull Nic behind me and walk in, not really interested in hearing anymore questions or lectures. "Neliana-"

Oops. I'm already gone. Sorry but not sorry, Alessandro.

"How do you manage every fucking time to get out of trouble?" Nic whispers to me, I give him that side smirk. "That's unfair."

"Oh nooo, poor Nicky Ricky Dicky."

"Oh shut the fuck up, you moron. And stop with this nickname."

"It's great." He hates this nickname. And that's the important point. But additionally, I really don't understand why, it's such so beautiful and elegant one. "U have to admit it by yourself."

"Oh yeah 'cause I fucking enjoy so much to be named after a freaking series, Dawn."

"It should be a pleasure for you." - I shrug innocently.

"Sure. If that's what makes you sleep at night." He rolls his eyes. And suddenly I notice my surroundings. We are waling straight trough the hallway of this restaurant, a companion from us - if I am not wrong- oh fuck, no way! At the reception is really standing Mr Ricci. He was often the responsible for the food on our galas. Such a coincidence. Nic's face lights up too.

We walk by Larsen and Nelson, straight to Ricci.

"Ricci." - He looks immediately up from his documents.

"Mercy, Rio- what?! No way!" He walks around the table to us. "What are you doing here? You grow up so much since the last time I saw you! Damn so beautiful!" Did I mention that I like this guy? He's so much fun and just gives me this special vibe off. "What shampoo are you using that your hairs are so shiny?" He leans down to us. "I need it too, my wife is already complaining about my grey hair."

"You're sixty - seven, Ricci."

"Excuse me? What should this mean now, Mercy?"

"Getting grey than isn't so unlikely in this age status." Nic plays with.

"You too, Rio? I'm hurt!" - He puts playfully one hand on his heart.

"You'll survive it." - I promise him.