Rino─𖤝─Age 16 | Poolside, Lombardi Estate, LiguriaI leaned back on the lounge chair, sunglasses half-down my nose, bottle of beer sweating between my fingers, water glinting behind me. Fabio flicked his cigarette over the edge of the stone and whistled low. “You’re in a good mood, Lombardi. What’d you do this time, steal another priest’s daughter?”I smirked, “Worse.”Gerardo, already half-drunk and burned to hell, leaned forward. “You get laid again?”“Not yet.” I took a long pull from the bottle, “But my parents found me a bride.”The boys went dead quiet for half a beat. Then fucking chaos.“No fucking way.”“Shut up.”“You’re joking, an arranged marriage?”I let the corner of my mouth twitch into that grin they all hated. “They want an American,” I said, “Capone blood. Chicago Outfit royalty.”Gerardo nearly choked, “The Capones? You’re not serious.”“Don Arturo is very serious,” I said, pulling my sunglasses off and tossing them onto the table beside me. “Apparently he want
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