You can't hold onto one thing forever and not grow tired. The tighter you hold the more you would want to let go. Because it starts hurting. It gets tiring. Just like that, you don't stop being scared. You grow tired of being scared. -Lorenzo Ace Russo. |L O R E N Z O|I was wrong. We don't have two wasted people to handle, we actually have three of them. Aleeza.Rowan. And, Iris. All three of them dancing at the bar counter and refusing to step down on the floor. Mason isn't even bothered the least as he continues to stand by the counter watching me and Lucas struggle with three drunk morons. Lucas isn't exactly struggling if anything he is entertained and amused. He is enjoying himself as he watched Iris dance. "Zee, I am flying." Rowan commented with exaggerated expressions with his arms open in the air. Dumbhead. "I want to fly too." Aleeza pouted, crossing her arms against her chest eyeing Rowan with envious expressions. "Aleeza, get down

If you had asked me to describe her beauty, I'd say, God had poured the sky into her soul. -Unknown. |L O R E N Z O|Aleeza is leaving. She came to spend one week and is now leaving after two weeks. Though, I wanted her to stay a little more. It's always fun with having her around. She never fails to put us in a good mood. It is always refreshing to have her. Specially for Rowan, they both share the same amount of craziness and are both equally dramatic if only Aleeza isn't more. "Boss," I heard Mason shout in a frustrated time from the other side of the door. "Rowan is being a bitch." Mason added. By being a bitch, I know, he meant that Rowan is being dramatic because Aleeza is leaving. I sighed, putting on a random t-shirt I made my way downstairs. "He is constantly crying like a pathetic human being." Mason scrunched his nose in disgust and I held back the laughter that threatened to escape out of me on his words and expressions. "Row

There are some feelings you will never find words for. You will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you. -Unknown. |L O R E N Z O|I stormed inside my room shutting the door behind me with a loud thud as I felt my pulse throbbing inside my head, creating a headache. I didn't mean to fight with Aleeza but she pushed it. I was trying to make her stay. She should have tried to understand. Even Lucas and Rowan sided with her, speaking up in Iris' support. For fuck's sake, they are supposed to work for me. The door of my room snapped open and just by the scent that escalated in the room, I knew who it was. It was her. The woman with violet eyes who is fucking with my mind. After the stunt I pulled downstairs I knew I had to face her. I knew I would have to answer her questions, no matter what. But not right now. I was pissed and I needed to get my head in right place first. "Leave, Iris." I demanded, giving her my back to sta

If I were the moon, I would like you to be the night. - Alexandra Vasiliu. |I R I S|The week passed in the blink of an eye for the men while I can tell about the each passing second because I was so bored. From what I have heard, there is something going on that needs their immediate attention, right now. It's the weekend and I am getting ready to go out with the guys. We are going to his brother's. Apparently, he invited the whole team and surprisingly maybe I am the useless partner in their team. Because all I do whole day is sleep, eat, watch tv, eat, sleep and repeat. There is nothing much to do with my skills of reading books, anyways. I wore a simple yet pretty summer dress of lavender colour and braided my hairs in a loose fishtail, leaving a few locks in front free. I did light make up on my face and worse white sneakers in my feet before I stood up in front of the large mirror. I took a proper glance at my reflection in the mirror an

You are in every line, I have ever read. - Charles Dickens. |L O R E N Z O|It feels good to be surrounded by the people you have grown up with. The Russo penthouse is filled with those people. Either it's Shawn from Nicolas' team or Mason from mine. All of us know each other from a long time. Nicolas, the man who hated the presence of kids someday is now calming his own with peace at his face. It never cease to amaze me how my brother who walked like he own the ground and reign over the world, now, kisses the ground his wife walks on. He is so much in love with her. Nicolas handed me his little girl, carefully. I looked down at little Faith to find out she was already staring up at me with her beautiful gray-green eyes. "Be gentle with her." Nicolas warned in a stern voice as if I was planning on playing wrestling with an almost 10 months old baby. I rolled my eyes at his over protectiveness for Elena before shifting my attention back to m