_Santino’s POV_I leave her room just as Luca turns a corner, about to go down the staircase. .“Luca." I call his name and he stops, turning to look at me with a knowing smirk on his face and I fight the urge to wipe the look off his face with my fists. “I just knew you would chase after me." He says smugly, leaning against the wall with his arm folded across his chest.Luca is my younger brother with a seven years difference between us. He's not just my younger brother, he's practically my son because I raised him.After the death of our mother he started hating me and we drifted apart.He's only doing this to piss me off and I know it, he probably took an interest in Micini just because he thinks I'm interested in her. Not that he's wrong.“This is about Minny,isn't it?”He asks and my fists fold by my sides, hating the nickname he calls her. I see how you look at her.” He says and my eyes snaps to him, waiting for what he would say next.“I see the way your eyes follow her every

The next day came by fast without me seeing Santino, which made me wonder if he was avoiding me. He had stormed out of my room yesterday and I don't think I was ready to face him again after the kiss we shared.“Minny.” Natalie whined in my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts, I turned to meet her eyes, immediately looking away when I meet her puppy dog eyes.I can't give in to her. Earlier, Natalie had dressed me up for school while ignoring all protests made by me. Really no surprise there, but at times I wished she listened to me.“I really don't want to, please." I plead with her, hoping she hears the desperation in my voice and lets me be. We were currently standing in the living room where she was trying to convince me to come with her.“It won't be that bad, promise. " She whined like a child once again while clutching my arm tightly.I tried to pull my arm out of her grasp hoping she would see how desperate I was and let go. All my years with Daniel and I never went to a

_Micini’s POV_I stayed quietly between Santino's leg, my head resting on his chest as I stared out of the window.Santino placed his palm on my thigh and I stilled, holding my breath as I waited for what he would do next. I tried to control my fear and fast beating heart, reminding myself that Santino was not Daniel and he wouldn't hurt me. After a few minutes and his palms remained still, not going above where he kept it, I finally let out a breath.An Ice cream shop came to sight and I watched it as we passed by, instantly craving for ice cream.I wish we could go get some. I let out a sigh as we zoomed passed buildindsy, going farther away from the ice cream shop. “Turn the car around." Santino orders, surprising me and the driver who obeys without saying anything.We stopped at the ice cream shop and the driver helped me out of the car, holding my hand for a few seconds longer.Santino snatched my hand away from him, a frown forming on his face as he stared at his driver disple

_Santino's POV_I take a drag from the cigarette I held between my fingers, letting the smoke out from my nose.“Saint, everything is ready." Rico, my second in command, says from the door and I raise my eyes to look at him.Rico hasn't been here for too long, but he was trustworthy enough for me to make him my second. We had a job to do that night, supplying ammo and coke to another mafia family.“Is it complete?" I ask, dropping the cigarette stick on the ashtray.I wonder what Micini's doing, I haven't seen her since Natalie dragged her out.When I realized I was staring off into space and thinking about that little girl, I shook my head trying to shake it off. “Saint? You good man?” Rico asks, seeming concerned. It was unlike me to be distracted on a night like this."I’m fine." I muttered, picking up the jacket that lay on my table. Pushing my chairs back, I stand up and walk towards him, indicating for him to lead.We were headed to the Bianchi warehouse to drop their goods a

_MICINI’S POV_Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sun rays coming in from the window lighting the room up.White walls stare back at me and I blink in confusion, trying to remember where I was.Memories from last night floods my head in waves making me smile foolishly.I slept in Saint's room last room, he didn't want me to leave and I didn't have any complaints.Speaking of Saint, where is he?I turn to the other side of the bed to find it empty.He left already?The bathroom door opens and Saint walks out with his hair wet and a towel tied around his waist.“Good morning." I greet with a light smile and he grunts in response, reaching for the hair dryer.“Let me dry your hair.” I suggest, pulling myself up from his bed, his eyes goes to my thigh and I blush, remembering I was just wearing his shirt that stopped mid thigh.I expect him to refuse or ignore me but he doesn't, instead he plugs in the dryer and sits in front of me, handing it to me.Slowly I reach for his hair, running my han