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[I didn't give her what she wanted] "Normally I wouldn't say this because I'm a person who has respect, but I am finding it rude for you guys to laugh when I don't understand anything," she said and Mario's smile widened before looking at me. "È esuberante. Perché non le hai insegnato l'italiano?" I only shrugged and he looked at her smiling, "Ciao bella, lo sono Mario. Lorenzo's friend, it's err, great to finally meet you," he took her hand and kissed it, she smiled at him. [She's feisty. Why didn’t you teach her Italian?/ Hello beautiful, my name is...]

Behind the group sat a sleek black sedan, its engine ticking as it cooled. Alberto looked past me, scanning the empty space behind my shoulders. His smile widened into a condescending smirk. "Just you two?" Alberto's voice echoed off the high corrugated walls. He looked at Fabio and Dante, who let out low, unified chuckles. "I thought the great Capo of New York would bring an army to meet us. You Americans have gotten soft, Roman.” “In Italy, a man doesn't walk into a dark warehouse with only one guard unless he's looking to be buried."

"Enough with your stupid hidden games, you old fools! If your mouths have something to say, say it right now!" The judges look back at his face as one group, their eyes filled with pure disgust. Luca lets out another sharp snort. "Luciano, the real truth is right there inside Lonely Sunset. If your nose cannot smell it, then there is only one answer. You never understood brushwork or ink at all. You are a complete fraud." The entire Alpha Hall bursts into total chaos. "Hold on, what did he say?" a guard yells from the back. "The association president knows nothing about drawings?"

- Oliver asked with a slightly malicious smile on his lips. - Yes, that was me.- Laura replied, a bit embarrassed, because quite a large crowd of students from the school began to gather around, watching with great curiosity what was happening. - Since childish pranks are in your head, it shouldn't surprise me that you can't put together a single sentence correctly.- Oliver continued, waving the piece of paper in front of his eyes.- Lots of grammar mistakes... If you can't write, you'd better not write long letters.- he advised her in a teacher-like tone.- Are you a native Italian?- Oliver asked after a moment, and seeing Laura nodding affirmatively, he sighed slightly.- You bring shame to a

" She looked away, averting her gaze to meet mine. I passed to her the magazine I reviewed just a minute ago. I witnessed how her eyes shine while browsing the pages. Even if it was just drafts and templates, she looked so happy. When I told her that her work will be emphasized at the center page, enthusiasm enfolded her feature. "Really?!" she glanced at me. Her eyes glimmered with excitement. "Dreamers Conquering Pages or Dreamers Inks Through Pages. What do you think is better?" she asked next. "Inchiostro Sognatori Attraverso Le Pagine," I stated, relaxed on my seat. "What are you saying, lalaki?" she begged. Maybe I pronounced it too fast, she didn't understand what I meant. I just tran

Amy uttered in pure abhorrence for the person who tried to harm her friend. “Girls… Girls…Hold on. Do you have any idea who that man is? What he is capable of doing to Gina? ” Mia spoke switching glances between her friends who grew silent hearing her question because both had no idea about the man. Mia exhaled a deep breath and decides to enlighten them. “He is Alvish Lorenzo, the mafia lord of the underworld. He is a very powerful man in Sicily.” Hearing this Amy let out a shriek and covered her mouth in surprise to which Mia only nodded her head.

] Luigi flinched away from the raw anger on Romero’s face, 'S, s. scusa Capo.’ [S. s. s. sorry Boss.] He stuttered quickly looking at the floor. ‘Stavo solo cercando di alleggerire l'atmosfera, sai, con quella piccola battuta.’ [.I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere, you know, with that little joke.] He shut up quickly when Romero tsked angrily, ‘Ti ho fatto una domanda.’ [I asked you a question.] He growled and Luigi responded immediately,

Hard. The final item was a small, folded square of drawing paper. I opened it. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon. A stick figure with dark hair in a uniform, and a smaller stick figure with blonde hair, holding hands. In the corner, in a careful, looping script: Per il mio Papà, con amore, Alessia. For my Daddy, with love. At the bottom of the page, in Lorenzo’s distinctive, sharp handwriting, were two words: She knows.

There's a slight rustle on the other end, and then a smooth, deep voice, speaking in flawless Italian, says something in the background. My ears, even over the phone, pick up the subtle nuances of his mate, Alpha Vince. Even from the phone, I can pick up the dominance in his voice, and Cyan feels challenged, but he doubles down because of Tamsin, I can tell. "Sounds like someone's mate is curious," Lior adds, a smirk evident in his tone. "What can I do for you, my dearest ex-best friend?"

“There’s no one! And I actually chose the worst day to jog in the lower part of Città dei re. They found a gangster burned to death. His organs were all… out.” “His name ends with stavo.” He said slowly. “I think it’s Gustavo.” My stomach did a full gymnastics routine. Dante only shrugged like Leonardo had just told him the weather was nice. “Probably overdue,” he muttered, unfazed. My mind went to Dante’s last sentence before he stepped into the car; Clean up this mess. That was Dante’s idea of cleanup? Fire and gutting? Leonardo kept describing the scene. He was saying something about intestines, charred flesh and Aria covered her ears, screaming.