The Beneveti Mafia

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Enzo must of noticed it being quiet as well and looked down from his newspaper once again.

"Oh Brynn! Don't you look nice! I've never seen you wear anything but black." He says with a genuine smile across his face.

Is that why the guys are staring at me? Cause I'm not wearing black?

"Thanks Enzo!" My grin grows wide from the compliment.

I look out the window and see the cute little towns below us. This time I know we are over Italy.

The plane lands effortlessly on a private runway, in the middle of a big open field with trees surrounding us. The pilot thanks us for riding and we are cleared to exit the plane.

I walk out the exit and feel a sweet breeze blow across my face. Italy smells different than America. Probably because I'm used to the smog filled air of New York City.

I sling my duffle bag around my shoulder and begin to walk down the stairs of the plane towards the ground. I've been in Italy approximately 30 seconds and I like it so much more than New York.

"OREO!!" I hear a squeal in front of me. I see a beautiful girl with long dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Her body is slim and tall. She's taller than me for sure. She's running towards us with her arms wide open.

She blows right past me and smothers a body behind me causing me to turn around. She wrapped her whole body around Mauro embracing him in a huge bear hug.

"Hey Gianna." His voice is muffled through her hair as she hugs him tight.

They let go of the embrace and make their way towards the group of guys and myself. I finally get a great look at what she's wearing and my eyes almost fall out of my head.

This can't be real.

She's dressed in gray baggy sweat pants with an oversized sweatshirt on and do my eyes deceive me? It's a fucking Post Malone sweatshirt.

"Brynn this is my little sister, Gianna." Mauro introduces us.

"Oh my gosh! This is the famous Brynn?" She gushes over me and flings her arms around me pulling me into a tight hug. "Oreo told me so much about you! I think we are going to be amazing friends!"

"Oreo?" I question not knowing who she's mentioning.

I look past her shoulder and see Mauro scratching the back of his neck with red tinted cheeks.

"She uh couldn't pronounce her M's when she was little so called me Oreo instead." He quickly explains.

I try to hold back my laughter not wanting to embarrass Gianna but it seems she finds it just as hilarious too. Soon we could just look at each other and start to laugh about nothing. I really do like this girl.

Gianna linked her left arm into my right one as we walked down the runway to three all black G-wagons. I'm guessing these are our rides to the place we're staying.

They always have these expensive cars to drive us everywhere! I mean I'm not complaining but since I've been apart of this life I haven't seen one Honda Civic or Toyota Camry.