VAIN

Raphael Romano

“Mr. Romano, we will be l-landing in an h-hour.” The flight attendant stammered.

We left France an hour ago, I received a call from my father saying I am needed back in Italy.

Nodding, I rested my head on the chair and watched the moron as he poured me a glass of whiskey.

I narrowed my eyes as the guy couldn’t pour the whiskey right.

Marcello glared at the flight attendant, ready to beat the shit out of him. I snatched the bottle from his hands.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t say sorry.” I said in a low hiss. “Leave us.” Marcello groaned.

His eyes widened and he stepped back then walked away.

“As I was saying…” Marcello trailed off. “We know the little princess is easy to manipulate and surprisingly has not informed her father about the two of you.”

I hummed and poured myself a glass of whiskey.

“She is a feisty one.” I simply said.

And naughty.

“It will be easy to play her.” Marcello stated, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I played with the rim of the glass, a small sarcastic