After a million photos from Lily and me, we take them to school. Pietro and Francesco went with us to meet the school headmaster. He accompanies us around, and I can see his hands trembling, words stuttering the whole time. There was a translator with us, so Lily and I could understand.
"Pwease, don't go," Clark pouts, along with the other boys.
"We have to, you boys can do it," I said.
They shook their heads.
"What if they don't like us, just like our old school," David mumbles.
"How about this," Pietro started talking out of nowhere, capturing our attention. He snapped his fingers, and two guards came up. "They will watch you."
Lily and I look at each other and shake our heads, "No," we say at the same time.
Pietro grumbles something about believing it's a good idea.
"Look," I said, crouching down. "Wherever you boys go, I'm not going to lie, people who don't like you. They will be mean to you, for no reason, and you will not like them. You know what you do?"
"You punch them," Lily said, and I gave her the - what the actual fuck look - causing her to place both hands in the air, taking a step back. "I thought it was a good idea," Lily grumbles.
Pietro glances at her. "Me too," he mumbles, causing her to smile.
I roll my eyes at them, then clear my throat. "You ignore them."
Bruce raises his hand "And what if they still bother us?" he asks, playing with the strap of his backpack.
I glance at Lily, seeing her eagerly wait to repeat it. "You punch them," she said, and they all nodded.
They gave us all hugs and waved us goodbye, going inside the school. Afterward, Pietro told us, he would take us out, knowing we didn't want to be cooped up in the house again. We walk around Italy, and I purchase a shitload of stuff with Anthony's card as revenge for forcing me to stay here.
I glance back to see Pietro carrying Lily's stuff and Francesco carrying mine. "I feel bad, should we return those things?"
She peeks back. "No. They forced us to stay here. We use their money like proper victims."
When we finished shopping, we went to a restaurant, to eat some food. A man in a fancy suit came and bowed towards us, welcoming us to our table. Gazing around, the feeling of not belonging emerges due to the shorts and a t-shirt I'm wearing while everyone dresses in fancy expensive-looking clothes. At least Lily is wearing a dress, so she looks kind of fancy, but then I notice her flip-flops that make a slapping sound while we walk towards the table.
We take a seat and start ordering stuff. I thought it was going to be awkward, but Pietro and Francesco were talking and joking around the whole time, making the atmosphere light. "Yeah, true story, I was pants on a mission with Francesco once. One of the guys was smoking, didn't see where he was going, and fell. I still have the cigarette burnt mark on my ass," Pietro said. Lily and I crack out into a peal of loud laughter.
"What happened to the guy?" I ask.
"Oh, I took him out back and shot him," he said.
We stop laughing.
Francesco and Pietro burst out laughing at our faces. "I'm joking!" Pietro said.
Lily and I let out a breath of relief and started chuckling.
Pietro grabs his cup of water and drinks it. "I cut off his thumb."
We laughed again.
I stopped laughing when I noticed Pietro's face was severe. "You seriously cut off his thumb for burning your ass?" I ask.
He nods as if it's a normal thing to do.
Lily's face grimaced, and then it fell flat. "Can I see the burnt mark?" she requested.
I hit her arm.
Pietro smirks, "You will one day." He winks.
We continued eating and chatting about random stuff, and everything felt comfortable. It doesn't feel bad, I thought them being in the mafia would cause my life to turn for the worse, but so far-
I jump back into Lily's arms when I hear a gunshot. Instantly, Pietro and Francesco pull out their guns, along with a few other customers in the restaurant. The guards in front of us, protect us from whoever is coming.
"Where the fuck is Francesco?" a voice shouts, then we hear more gunshots.
"I think he wants you," Lily said.
A man walks in, with a scar across his face, eyes scanning the restaurant. He growls, when his eyes meet with Francesco, pointing a gun at him. "You fucking bastard! You slept with my wife!"
A few workers from the restaurant came out to contain him.
Francesco snorts throwing his gun down and resumes his lunch. The man from earlier walks out towards the scarred-faced guy, saying something in Italian. I glance around to see everyone resume their conversation and eat as if everything is normal.
A bunch of people surround the guy and force him out of the restaurant while he swears heavily at Francesco. "You slept with his wife?" Lily asks.
Francesco nods, "I don't understand why he is so ungrateful. I show him how much of a whore his wife was."
I place my forehead on the table, unable to properly find any words to reply. Everything is normal one second, then the next someone comes in with a gun, and everyone pulls out their own. I push my plate back unable to eat anymore, but surprisingly Lily can still eat.
"Hello Pietro, Francesco," a deep bold heavily accented voice spoke, perhaps Russian.
I glance upward to see a man with strictly sculpted features, with deep brown eyes, that pierce through souls. His hair was the color brown, but there was a dash of blonde mixed in it, dirty blonde. His body structure was huge, maybe taller than Anthony's. He was attractive and handsome. He held the same aura as Anthony, fierce.
"Alexander Kuznetsov."
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