Chapter two Molto delizioso

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That's Anne Marie, but imagine her with her hair down. And that she has those cute big black glasses

Marcello's pov

I groan as i tug at the ends of my hair, almost ripping it out.

I grab my gun and use the end of it to bang it in Alessandro's nose.

He screams out in pain, perfect.

I lean in front of him and say,"Wanna tell me where she is?"

He shakes his head and I say,"Very well, I hope you don't miss your fingers."

I take my knife from the wall, and grab his hand.

I raise up my knife and he says,"Apetta un minuto, she's at a partino!!"
(Wait a minute she's at a party)

I smirk and say,"Was that so hard?"

He scowls and I roll my eyes.

I walk away and he says,"resisti! Aren't you going to untie me?!"

(Resisti=hold on)

I shrug and say,"Nope."

I slam the door shut and Leonardo says,"Did he tell you?"

I say,"Si, the little gattino is at a partino."
(Gattino= kitten/kitty)

He smirks and nods.

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I brush off the sleeves on my jacket as I walk into the party.

Oh God it smells like throw-up.

I walk in and resist the urge to punch everyone in sight.

I scan the room for the little gattino.

I smile as I see her sitting alone in the couch.

I see a man about to approach her.

Hell no.

I grab him by the elbow and whisper,"get out now."

He gulps and leaves the house.

I smirk and sit next to her.

She tenses and scoots to the left.

I move closer to her, and she turns to look at me.

It's almost as if she's studying my every feature.

I turn to her and look at her.

She's, beautiful.

Stai zitto Marcello!

(Stai zitto= shut up)

Sorry but she really is.

She has pale skin, full plump pink lips, Hazel, greenish doe eyes, and long curly brown hair with caramel highlighted tips.

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Anne Marie's pov

"Mabel, you have legs use them, I can't carry you."

She slurs,"Buuut I wanna be carried...like a princess!!! Yaaay."

I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

I groan and sling her arm over my shoulder and help her walk into her house.

We get in and i close the door behind me.

I bring her to her room and slip her out of her dress.

I hand her, her sweatpants and tank top.

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