Nick's POV
The air around us all was thick as we watched Keeley storm up the stairs and down the hall, her heels thumping the ground with every step and not stopping till we heard the echoing sound of a slammed door.
Nobody spoke as we stared at the dim and empty staircase. It seemed like forever as we stood there, no one talking, and not even the sounds of our breaths could be heard.
I don't know why I said those things to her tonight. I don't. I just- seeing her there made me angry. She wasn't supposed to be there. She wasn't supposed to be drinking. I wasn't supposed to have to step in and stop her. I was supposed to have a night out with Julia, who, I have a feeling, made this harder for Keeley.
"Luca," I heard my father's voice speak into the silence. I turned around to face him in the entryway. "Go check on Keeley. The rest of you: in the living room." He turned to me and I'd never witnessed the anger in his eyes before. My father's neck was turning a dark shade of red as his hands fisted at his sides.
"Now," he seethed. Everyone immediately moved into the living room and gathered on the plush couches or stood off to the side.
I sat down on one of the sofas and the only other person to sit by me was Julia. I looked at all my brothers and the Morettis for the first time. They either stood across the room from me or by the windows, gazing out into the dark. The fire crackled and the TV was paused on whatever movie we had interrupted.
I could tell Julia felt awkward and out of place as she sat beside me, the only person to sit beside me in fact. Everyone else looked mad, and I couldn't understand why. They should be glad I stopped her from getting drunk or messing around with some guy.
My father did not speak as he paced back and forth across the wooden floors, and he kept his hands pushed far down into his pockets.
It was only a minute or two, when in reality it felt like a lifetime, till Luca showed up again. His pace was fast, and although I knew what Luca was capable of, I had never seen an inkling of anything vile in his body. But as of right now, a murderous look had washed upon his face as he stormed right towards me.
I didn't even register it as he pushed through the others and marched right in front of me, his hands shooting out and gripping the collar of my shirt. I was yanked from my spot on the couch and onto my feet, Luca's eyes boring into my own.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't gut you like a pig and leave you here to die on this floor."
The words cut the tension in the room as everyone was suddenly increasingly aware of the knife he had pulled and held against my neck. I had a feeling the look he was giving me was the one he masked behind his normal composure. Luca's eyes slanted down as the blue was drowned out by the black of his pupils. His expression was all seriousness and second by second the blade pressed further into my neck.
I could see how the others stood by silently, not giving any inclination as to if they were actually going to step in. My father watched the blade press deeper into my neck, the pressure building but not enough yet to break the skin.
"Luca, that's enough," I heard his father speak quietly, but nonetheless, still incredibly pissed.
Luca made no move to remove the blade from my neck. If anything, it only caused him to yank me closer and trail the tip of the blade up my neck and under my chin.
"Arturo," Stefano snapped as he used what my guess would be Luca's middle name. This seemed to work as a bitter chuckle vibrated from his chest. He shoved me back onto the couch and twirled the knife in his hands, the look of irritation never leaving his face.
I rubbed my neck and I could see worry etched onto Julia's face, although I had a feeling what just happened should be the least of my worries. My father had yet to speak.
"Is she okay?" I heard Finn ask, the softness of his voice contrasting the hostility in the room.
"No, she's not. She locked herself in and I can't open the door." Luca's eyes never left mine as he spoke, his voice seeming thicker with his natural accent.
"Nicholas," my father began, speaking for the first time since he ushered us all into the room. "I'm going to give you one chance to tell me what happened. And if you think to even leave the smallest of things out, you might want to think of where that will get you."
His stare is cold, almost emotionless if it wasn't for the fire burning in the glaciers of his irises. I take an unsteady breath before telling them what happened, knowing that when I'm done, it won't sound as bad as she made it seem.
"I took Julia out to this club," I began. "We went for a couple of drinks and after an hour or so, I saw Keeley. She was dancing with her red-headed friend, neither one of them paying too much attention to anything around them. They were drawing attention from everybody with their clothes and how they were dancing. She left the dance floor and I went to find her.
"I followed her to the bar where I saw she already had a drink in her hands. She took a swig as she turned, and when she saw me, she stopped. I took the drink from her and pulled her off the stool. I could smell the whiskey on her and she refused to leave with me. I told her she shouldn't be out at a place like that, drinking, while she was dressed the way she was."
I quieted down after that having said all I needed to say, after all, it was the truth. All eyes in the room were trained on me. I shifted in my seat after nobody made any notion to speak or even move for that matter. It didn't seem like an understanding sort of silence, but rather it made the tension in the room heavier.
"That's all that happened?" my father asked, his posture stiff and face stuck in disapproval.
I nodded my head and he returned my gesture with a heavy sigh and the slight shake of his head.
"See, Nick, I don't believe you," he spoke humorlessly. "We all know Keeley can be temperamental, but it's never without cause. And what you just said to me? That is not enough to set her off and you know it too. So don't play stupid and tell me the rest of the fucking story."
I tried to keep my face calm and impassive, but I could feel my facade starting to slip as his voice rose. My father held my stare as we looked at each other, neither one of us going to move until the other does. Eventually, it was me as I sighed and rubbed my palms on my forehead.
"She asked me what I meant by shouldn't be out especially dressed like that. I told her-" I stumbled on my words, knowing for a damn fact that they were going to sound terrible before I could get a chance to explain myself to them all.
"I told her I didn't peg her as the whore type," I spoke quietly and hesitated before the next words came out of my mouth. "And then I told her that no one wanted to look at her back and the marks across it."
"You motherfuck-" but I didn't hear the rest because Luca had already grabbed me and threw me onto the floor, his body following right after. My body landed with a thud as the shouts of both of our families filled the room.
I did my best to fight Luca off, but the rage that had quickly plagued his body made his strength unmatched. I managed a solid punch to the right side of his jaw, but after that, I had no chance of beating him.
I winced in pain and held back a groan as his knuckles connected to my nose once and then twice. He went in for the third time, but by then, Giovanni and Stefano were pulling him off of me.
Strings of Italian curses left his mouth. He was talking too fast for me to fully understand what he was saying, but I understood that I am, to him, a dead motherfucker once he gets another chance to beat the living shit out of me.
I rolled onto my side and onto my knees, blood beginning to form a noticeable spot on the hardwood floors. No one made an attempt to help me onto my feet but Juila, and even then, she still seemed hesitant.
I swiped my hand across my nose, wincing at even the slightest of pressure applied to it. Luca had no doubt broken it, so when everyone was looking at Luca and trying to get him to calm down, I adjusted it back into place. The snap had my stomach turning on itself and Julia physically winced. In her attempt to help me regain my balance, her white dress had been splattered with my blood.
She hasn't spoken since we entered the house and I have no way of understanding what she's feeling. I have never introduced her to my father or anyone besides Giovanni and Finn for that matter. Yet here she is, caught in the middle of today's family episode, although this time, I'm at the center of it.
"Luca!" my own father finally snapped. The vile in his tone silenced the room as well as Luca's actions. His body straightened and his attention was solely on the Capo.
"We are all upset, and I understand this, but you all need to calm the fuck down so we can handle this with our heads instead of our fists. Do I make myself clear?"
Mumbles and whispers of agreeance were told by everybody, and when my father was pleased, his attention turned back to me.
"Why?"
It was a one-word question, but there could be a thousand answers to it. I was standing in front of the couch, but I might as well have been on a fucking stage for everyone to see as they all stared at me expecting a reply.
I took an uneasy breath in an attempt to gain back my composure, telling myself that once I explain her actions fully, they'll be more understanding.
"You should have seen the way people were looking at her, and while that may not be a problem to you, it was to me. Because when they were looking at her, she was paying no mind to anyone around her. Anything could have happened, especially because she was drinking. Stefano mentioned a while back about Keeley's drinking and how it affected her. Why would I let that happen?" I reason with them, although Stefano looks like he might be coming after me next.
"Do not pull Stefano into this, Nicholas. Even if he hadn't said anything, I have a feeling that you would still have dragged Keeley out of there," I was scolded by my father.
"So I was just supposed to let her drink and let her guard slip? She could have been hurt or kidnapped or-" my father cut me off.
"That is not your job, Nick. Your job is to be a support to her, be a brother. Not a parent," he snapped at me.
When things were tense, my father and I normally agreed on things. If we didn't? If we didn't we would then sit down and talk things through. But as of this moment, the two of us were both beginning to lose our composure and had made our way to stand directly in front of each other.
"Well, if you're not going to parent her, then somebody should." My voice comes out surprisingly low and it catches both of us off guard. I had never talked to him like this, I've never had a reason to.
The new tension I had created in the room only thickened as a bitter chuckle passed his lips. I had never felt so insignificant in comparison to my father as I did at this moment. I suddenly felt small when in reality we were the same height. I felt as if he was looking into the eyes of an enemy rather than his own son.
"I don't parent her?" he asked rhetorically. I could see my brothers all step back in preparation for his explosion. "I don't parent her?" he asked again, this time expecting an answer.
I tried to steady my breath as I drew one in. I had a feeling things were about to come crashing down.
"No," I say quietly but still firm enough to let him know that that's how I truly felt. "A parent wouldn't let their teenage daughter go out on a Saturday night to a club where she would be dressing the way she does and drinking like there's no end in sight. A parent would keep tabs on their child and not leave them as exposed as she was."
He was quiet, his steel eyes cutting straight through me. For a moment I thought his silence meant he was actually understanding, but as soon as his hands left his pockets, I knew I had just said something I shouldn't have.
"Is that what you think happens, Nicholas? Is that really what you believe?" he hollered. "You can't step foot out of this house without me knowing about it. I know the life we live, I understand it. I fucking know this, I created it all! And I know for a fact my children will always be the target of our enemies so I have my men stationed everywhere. That club tonight? I had men stationed there even before Keeley got there. Don't think I don't know you take your girlfriend out every other weekend to that same club.
"I was notified from the moment she pulled into that parking lot where she was. And you know what? I was happy she was finally out. This week has been nothing but shit for her. She just got her friends back, she was in a fucking car chase, and she's still adjusting to living here. I wanted her, for once in her damn life, to let loose and have fun with her friends. Do I like the fact that this involves drinking and being the center of attention? Not necessarily, but I'm not going to set restrictions on what she can and can't do with her friends anymore.
"Sam and Donnie go out every weekend and do the same thing. Am I just supposed to punish her because she's the only girl? Am I supposed to punish her for wearing what she feels comfortable and good in? No, I'm not. Keeley could kick anybody's ass, and I trust her to make decisions that keep her safe. And if she doesn't, she has backup waiting. Because I always make sure my kids are protected. When Finn goes to the store? I know he can protect himself, but you bet your ass I have people there.
"When the twins go to a party? My men are there too. Callan goes into town to run some errands? You'd have to be fucking stupid to mess with somebody his size, but I still make sure his back is covered. Is that not enough parenting for you, Nick? Is it not enough that I make sure all my children are protected while doing things they enjoy? Is it not enough to let my teenage kids be teenagers? Get off your fucking high horse, Nicholas. I expect better from you."
I try to keep my face expressionless as he finishes yelling. His chest rises up and down with every heavy breath he takes in. I can see out of my peripheral vision the looks on my brothers' faces. If I was shocked to hear how he keeps tabs on all of us, I'm sure they were too.
I still don't agree that Keeley should be out. I understand where he's coming from, but I can't accept that, even if she does have backup waiting. She's a much easier target than anyone else and anything could happen to her.
I don't say anything as silence settles around us, my eyes still on my father but his are tired and scanning the room. When he finally looks at me again, he pauses before letting out a sigh.
"You still don't agree. And you know what? I don't care if you do or not, but I do expect you to respect my decisions both as your boss and your dad."
"Where'd the bruises come from?"
My head snaps away from my father and to Sam who had just asked the question I had hoped nobody would have.
All attention turned to me and there was a recognizable shift in the room that I didn't know how to describe. Just moments ago the situation was based around words, but now it had turned into something physical. If my father had been angry before, I knew he was about to be livid.
"What are you talking about, Samuel?" my father asked, his face turning colder every second of this prolonged silence.
"When she came in," Sam began quietly. His eyes were scrunched together and I couldn't decipher the confusion from disbelief on his face. "Keeley didn't have a jacket on, and yeah she had bruises from earlier this week, but these looked new. There were five dark spots on her arm. Like... like you had grabbed her or something."
I swallowed before turning my attention in front of me where my father stood. He stilled all except for the right side of his jaw twitching. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I knew for a fact it was not going to go well for me.
I didn't know what to expect, but what I didn't expect was the hand that flew out connected with the left side of my face. I stumbled back, my hand automatically shooting up to rub away the stinging of my skin. I looked up in disbelief. Never once in my life has my father laid a hand on any of his kids, even if we did royally fuck up.
I thought about everything that had happened tonight, all the way from picking Julia up until now. Is it possible I overreacted? Maybe, but I was just looking out for her. How could nobody else see that?
"This," my father stressed, "is not only a business, but a family. And tonight, you not only hurt somebody that works for me who betters this organization, but you hurt your own damn sister, Nicholas. Emotionally and physically. We all know damn well she's self-conscious about her back and the scars. We know she doesn't like the bruises she gets from fighting and nonetheless from being almost killed.
"Yet you made her feel shitty, and on top of that, you hurt her. I expect more from you both as a brother and as the future leader of my mafia. I don't think I've ever been so fucking disappointed in you like I am right now. Luca," he spoke changing direction.
"I don't care what you do but Keeley does not get to spend tonight alone trapped with her thoughts. She's going to tell you she wants to be alone, but I don't give a fuck. She needs somebody. Go."
We all watch as Luca leaves the room, his shoulder purposefully ramming into mine as he passes. The room had taken on a somber tone and the anger I had been feeling towards Keeley was slowly turning to guilt.
"I expect everyone at breakfast tomorrow where I will be discussing some changes that will be put into effect immediately. I would ask nobody to leave for the rest of the night. I think it would be best if everybody just go to bed."
With that he left, not even saying goodnight and rather just walking out of the room with a hand shoved in his pocket and the other rubbing his face. Nobody hesitated to follow his request, and as they all left, I couldn't manage to return the looks they were giving to me.
My nose throbbed from where Luca had hit it and my cheek burned with the anger from my father. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but to no avail, I felt a couple of tears beginning to form in my eyes.
"Fuck," I mumbled as I sat down and rested my head in my hands.
The couch shifted as Julia scooted closer, her gaze focused across the room and one of her legs crossed over the other. Neither one of us spoke, me because I had a feeling I'd cry and Julia because I think she was giving me a minute.
"You screwed up big time, Nick," she whispered. I turned my face to look at her, and it killed me to see the pained expression on her face. "She's your sister. How could you say and do those things to her?"
"I wanted to protect her," my voice broke. She was right, I royally fucked up. Even though I was protecting her, what did it cost? Hell, did she even need protecting?
"I've never met Keeley before tonight, but I can tell she's the strongest out of all of you. Do you actually care to see who she is rather than who you perceive her to be? Nick, I don't want to be rude, but it's hard to comprehend that you don't see how much pain you caused her tonight."
"What do you want me to do, Julia? Huh?" I snapped. "Should I just go up there and say "Hey I'm sorry for calling you a whore. Wanna watch a movie?" Is that what I should say?"
I push up off the couch and pull in a deep breath, a pounding headache taking root in the temples of my head.
"Get your head out of your ass, Nicholas. As of this moment, I'm the only one still standing by your side even though after tonight you showed me more than one reason to leave," she countered while standing up to face me.
I looked at her and into her jade-colored eyes. She was right: I wouldn't stay with me after seeing how I treated my own sister tonight. But here she was, still giving me a chance even after all the shit that's left my mouth.
"We are going to go upstairs, you're going to take a shower, and you're going to calm down. Then we're going to go to sleep because arguing and bickering while we're both tired and grumpy is not going to do any good. Now lead the way because my dress has your blood on it and I smell."
I sent her a grateful nod before turning away and leading us upstairs.
I'm not looking forward to breakfast.
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Keeley's POV
A year and a half ago, Brady convinced me to go to the beach. It was the first time I had left base after recovering from Adrik. I was absolutely petrified, not only because I was still paranoid Adrik was going to pop up right around the corner, but I was afraid of what people would think of me.
I hadn't gotten any of my tattoos yet, as the scars were still too new, so the only thing between me and the penetrating eyes of everybody else was a black, one-piece swimsuit I had cried while putting on. I could feel people's eyes burning my skin as they whispered and I pretended not to hear it. I was already on edge, but the talking was too much, so Brady encouraged me to get in the water. I did.
For all of two seconds.
I didn't realize how much I feared being submerged in water after everything Adrik had put me through, and that was just the cherry on top of the sundae. I had a mental breakdown right there in the ocean.
Brady and I left not even fifteen minutes after we got to the beach.
I hadn't felt that shitty about myself in a long time, but that feeling is one I know all too well. It's the only thing I feel right now.
I'm clinging to Gus under my mound of blankets like he's my lifeline. I need some sort of comfort, but I can't bring myself to face anybody in this house, not when I can't hide the hurt. Nick's words had cut deeper than I'd like to admit. Not only did he call me a whore, he basically told me I was disgusting to look at.
For one, he insulted my relationship with Luca. Did he really think I'd stoop so low as to cheat on one of the only people who gets me and cares for me? Somebody whom I love?
Two, I can't help the way I look. I can get tattoos or wear different outfits, but I can't change the past nor the scars it left me with. The sad thing is that he knows, they all know, it's one of the things I feel uncomfortable talking about. To just spit out some nasty insults and push me down when I was finally feeling good was one of the shittiest things he could have done.
I continued to sniffle under my covers but no more tears fell. They had all come out in my shower that left my skin red and irritated from all the hot water. Gus nudged his head further into my chest until I let out a sad laugh and kissed his furry head. My sweet boy.
"Keeley?" I heard the soft familiar voice call out from the other side of my locked door. I loved Luca, but next to Nick, he was the last person I wanted to see right now. I didn't want him to see me differently than he did this morning, and I had a feeling after everything that happened, he would.
"Go away," I tell him while pulling my comforter further up my body.
"I'm not leaving you alone tonight, you're stuck with me. So either unlock the door or I'll let myself in." He was persistent, I'll give him that, but he wasn't coming in.
I didn't bother responding as I turned my attention back to Gus who was demanding belly scratches.
"Fine, you leave me no choice."
The next thing I knew, the sound of Luca's foot hitting the door echoed throughout the room and I shot straight up. The door shook and continued to rattle as kick after kick connected with the wood.
"Luca, stop kicking the door!" I yell at him.
"Are you going to let me in?" he fires back, my door coming to a still.
"No."
"Then no, I'm not going to stop kicking the damn door."
The incessant thudding continues until I physically can't take it anymore. My father had these installed so nothing was going to get through. He would kick all night if he had to and that wasn't something I wanted to hear.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I tossed my covers off and marched over to the door. The minute I unlocked it, I threw the door open and caught Luca's foot which was moving right towards me.
He plants one of his million-dollar smiles on his annoyingly handsome face and tugs his foot from my hand. He pushes past me and kicks off his slippers, sitting on the edge of my bed immediately afterward.
I shut the door and lean against it, crossing my arms over my chest. Luca continues to stare me down.
"Do you need- Luca! What the hell happened to your face?" I ask while rushing to him. I stand between his legs and carefully tilt his head back to look at the reddish mark on his jaw. He must have shaved between this morning and now because there was no stubble and I could see it clearly.
"Your brother got a hit in while I was breaking his nose," he told me softly, his dark ocean eyes gazing at me the entire time.
I cleared my throat and slowly dropped my hands from his jaw. My irritation with him being here was slightly fading as his presence actually calmed me. "Oh."
He hesitated a moment before speaking. "Keeley, do you want to talk-"
"No," I cut him off instantly. "I don't want to talk about it."
I try to step back but he gently grabs my hand and pulls me into him as he stands up.
"Fine, you don't have to talk, but just listen to me," he pleads. His concern and sincerity are written all over his face. "Please."
I hesitate before reluctantly nodding my head.
"Nick is a complete ass for what he said to you. It doesn't matter what you wear, Keeley. You are so beautiful and-"
"Just stop, Luca," I sigh while grabbing his arms and leaning my forehead on his chest. I let out a heavy breath before continuing. "He wasn't wrong. My clothes were whoreish and nobody does want to see my hideous scars."
"Bullshit," Luca spits out. He's not angry, but I can feel how much he hates that I'm saying these things. He grips my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him.
"Keeley, I have told you a thousand times that you are absolutely gorgeous. It doesn't matter what you wear, that's never going to change. What you wear is never going to change the fact that you are beautiful through and through. Your scars? I want to see them and you know why?" he asks adamantly. I feel the corner of my mouth begin to quiver as he looks at me with such love and intensity it's overwhelming.
"I want to see them because they are a part of you. Falling in love with you wasn't a choice, it just happened. And when I fell, Tesoro, I fell for all of you. Your heart, your scars, your personality. You are so imperfectly perfect, my love, and you're so damn beautiful. Fuck anybody who has told you or made you feel differently."
I can't help it as I wrap my arms around his torso so tight, I'm afraid I might hurt him, but I don't care. This just goes to prove how in love I am with him. God, he makes me feel pretty even on my worse days.
His arms wrap around me just as tight and I find myself being comforted by the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his arms. This feels like home. Sure, this house is where my family is, but at this moment, I've never felt more at home. I feel like I've found where I'm supposed to be, and although today still hurts, Luca makes it hurt a little less.
"I love you, Luca." I tilt my head up and smile at him.
"I love you more, Tesoro. Now let's lie down. I think it's been a long day."
I get into bed as he rounds the other side and reaches over his head to pull off his shirt. I have no shame as I openly stare at his tanned chest. I had forgotten the multitude of marks I had left him with and I smiled to myself.
"What are you smiling at?" he chuckles while pushing Gus to the end of the bed so he can slide in. Once he's under the covers, his hands automatically reach out and tug my waist closer to him. I stare up at his gorgeous face as his fingers mindlessly run through my hair.
"Oh, nothing," I smile while placing a soft kiss on his lips. He shakes his head like he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't say anything against it.
"Whatever you say, my love."
Luca reaches over and turns the light off so the room is engulfed in darkness. I lay my head on his chest and find myself relaxing even more to the sound of his heartbeat.
"What do you want to do tomorrow? Because I was thinking after the shit-show breakfast that is sure to ensue, we could train and I might let you win. Then we could watch movies or something."
"That sounds- what do you mean by let me win? " I gasp. "I always win!"
Luca let out the heartiest laugh I'd ever heard, and while some parts, the lady parts, of me were totally swooning, the more rational part of me was greatly offended.
I waited for his laugh to die down, and when it did, he spoke up.
"Keeley, baby, if I remember correctly, we have fought one-on-one only a handful of times. We've either tied, or I've won."
"No, you have not! Name one time you've beaten me in a fight," I demand. Luca has never beaten me, that lying devil.
"The night we went to Antonio's and I kissed you for the first time. We had family day and it came down to you and me fighting in the backyard. You tapped out after I put you in a chokehold and cut off your breathing."
I couldn't see him clearly, but I could sense the humor written all over his face and the smile he wore proudly. And now that I think about it... dammit he did beat me.
"And now that I think about it," I cringed at the tone of his voice knowing exactly where this was going. "I still get to make a request and you have to do it."
"I don't remember that part," I mumble innocently.
"You don't remember that?"
"Nope. I think your brain must be broken."
"My brain is broken? I think it's more like someone doesn't want to pay up."
"Nope."
"You sure about that?"
"Absolutely."
Luca is on me in a minute, tickling me and poking me until I'm a laughing mess. Tears fall from my eyes as he doesn't let up and his laughter accompanies mine, the two swirling together and sounding melodious.
"Give in," Luca pushed, but I wasn't going to. I was enjoying this too much.
"No!" I shouted as I managed to push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He settled down and rested his hands on my hips as mine sat on his chest. He was still laughing as I reached over and grabbed my phone, quickly taking a picture to capture the pure elation on his face. He opened his eyes after the flash went off, but that was okay.
"Did you take a picture of me?"
"Maybe."
"Why? We take pictures all the time."
"I know, but you never laugh like that. I liked it."
His grin only spread as he flipped me back onto my back and softly kissed me. I snuggled closer into his side and immediately felt the euphoria that comes after kissing Luca wash over me. I never thought it was possible to love somebody like this.
We laid there in the silence for a while, but it was nice. It was just us, and Gus of course, but it felt refreshing to just be in a complete state of peace after quite a shitty day.
"Goodnight, my love," Luca whispered while kissing my head. "I love you."
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Okay, so I know this took forever, but I loved this chapter. Luca and Keeley are literally my favorites, and even though I wrote Nick, I kind of hate him right now.
And just a heads up: it is about to get super dramatic. If you think this has had drama, you have no idea what's to come. Though we are nowhere close to done, as there will be about 40-50 chapters, they will be filled with backstories, drama, trips, and appearances from a certain Russian.
So, tell me what you think or what you'd like to see!
Happy Reading!
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