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he asked with a tone of disbelief. “Yeah, why not? I've missed Spanish food,” she answered while standing still and staring back at him. “You do realize Milan is Italy and Italy has the best food there is to find on the planet,” he pronounced and Avril gave a short laugh. “You Italians just love to praise your food, don't you?” she teased and Dakar frowned. “Hey, we are not the only ones who do. There is a reason a flock of tourists flood the country everyday and they all have to say our food is so great.”

Unfortunately, it was something I never thought I would have to do. I left the bedroom not long after, taking my time to memorize the hallway as I walked. Every expensive sculpture and painting was a clear sign of just how wealthy these men were. Money oozed from everything I passed by, even the marble floors I walked on. Money that probably didn't come by honestly, but money nonetheless. Dylan always said the mafia was everywhere in Italy, and that they sometimes find you even when you aren't looking for them. Courtesy of her reading way too many mafia-related romance books. But... was she wrong? I mean...

“Actually….I didn't… well I haven't.” “You haven't what?” The title I couldn't read it, it wasn't very clear,” I said hoping I was right, it was an old book after all and there was no title on the thick back so maybe it had faded. “Really? Let me see,” he said, stretching his hand towards me. I handed him the book and he opened it to the front page. “Ooh! La Divina Commedia, it's an Italian classic…how couldn't you read this? It's very clear,” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Tell me everything. How was Italy?” They launched into it instantly. Nicole flipped her hair, eyes shining. “First of all, Milan was everything. The fashion scene? Insane. I networked with a Versace rep. Versace, Aria! I could be working with them next summer.” Jenna clasped her hands together. “Venice was my favorite. I swear, it’s the most beautiful place in the world. The canals, the gondolas, the atmosphere—magical.” Then she sighed. “Except for that one night I nearly fell into the water because someone—” she shot Liv a look, “—thought it was a good idea to challenge me to a wine-drinking contest.”

Max replied bluntly. "And why?" "It is the Mafia capital of Italy and the home to the Napoli Licantropo Archivio della Mafia. I thought we could pay it a little visit." "Naples Lycan Archive of the Mafia. And that is where you think the book is, I presume?" "Clever girl," he remarked looking at me before patronisingly patting my head. I rolled my eyes. Three months with this man was killing me and here's why: 1. he has only two moods: cranky and sarcastic or slightly rejuvenated but still incredibly sarcastic.

Lyosha shook his head ‘Looks like these books are about different countries, I’m thinking there must be a clue on which book we are looking for’ ‘I’ve got something here’ I called out as my flashlight caught some writing against a wall. All three of them came to check ‘It’s a riddle?’ Julie asked tilting her head to read better. ‘This country has the most UNESCO world heritage site’ ‘Spain!’ ‘Germany’ ‘Italy’ we all cried out simultaneously running towards the bookcase looking for the country we had called out.

Dalia's POV Italy is a very beautiful country. The environment and people are so gorgeous, I definitely forgot why we had to take a vacation in the first place. It was evening by the time we landed in Italy and the way the city lit up had me squealing like a child. “Chels, it's so beautiful”, I told her when she walked up beside me. “I knowwwwww, girl. I can live here forever if I'm permitted to”, she said excitedly and we giggled like high school girls again.

She might have done well. He pulled a seat out for her, and walked back to take the opposite chair. “I am starving,” she said as she unwrapped the warm croissants. He wanted to point out that she was always starving, but thought the better of it. “We will not be alone in Florence,” he said, as they ate. “You think that is really the best place to go? Italy is the capital of your Mafia world,” she said, staring at her food worriedly. “That is exactly why I am headed there. Everyone would think I would be foolish to go there.” He bit into his warm buttery brioche.

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

Ginevra "You mean back to Italy?" I asked. "Yes back to Italy Ginevra, even in this circumstance Italy is safer" he responded. Back to Italy definitely isn't safer for me since I'm basically wanted back there but I guess it will be safer for Amelia and Allison since they will be guarded heavily. Well, perhaps I wanted to go back to Italy before to end my enemies and that awful person who spread naked photos of me on the net. I'd like to sue them first then kill them slowly, painfully, and let them know that they shouldn't play with Ginevra Bianchi again. After all, they won't be alive again to try that stunt again.