As I'm setting Angela in bed, my mind starts to wonder. Why did she want to fight alongside us? Does she love me back? Or does she hate me because I put her life in danger?

I place the covers over her body and head over to the bar downstairs.

Pulling out the chair and after placing my order, my father walks into the bar.

"Figlio." (Son.)

"Padre, cosa vuoi che ordini per te?" (Father, what do you want me to order for you?)

"Niente," He says, lighting a cigar. (Nothing.)

"Volevi parlare con me?" (Did you want to talk to me?)

Sì, come state tu e Angela?" (Yes, how are you and Angela doing?)

"Non lo so, padre. So solo che mi sto innamorando di lei." (I don't know, father. I just know I'm falling for her.)

"Ti fa sorridere?" (Does she make you smile?)

"Sì."

"Ti fa ridere?" (Does she make you laugh?)

"Sì."

"Ti fa venire voglia di essere un uomo migliore?" (Does she make you want to be a better man?)

"Sì, padre."

"Allora, dico di passare più tempo con lei. Falle capire quanto la ami." (Then, I say spend more time with her. Make her realize how much you love her.)

"Grazie Padre," I say, hugging him for the first time in years. (Thank you, father.)

I finish my drink and head towards my mother. I find her sitting in the living room, watching a cooking competition.

"Quella è troppa mozzarella, idiota." My mother yells. (That's too much mozzarella, you idiot.)

"Mamma, ho bisogno di parlarti." (Mom, I need to talk to you.)

"What's wrong, Mateo?" She asks, lowering the volume on the tv.

"Penso di innamorarmi di lei, mamma. Mi piace davvero," I say, looking down. (I think I am falling for her, mom. I truly like her.)

"I knew it. The way your eyes would widen when she walked into the room, the way you guys trained together. It showed. Gio mi deve 100 dollar." (Gio owes me 100 bucks.)

"Hai fatto una scommessa con Gio?" (You made a bet with Gio?)

"Non sono affari tuoi. Ecco qualche consiglio se vuoi che funzioni: falla sentire speciale, rendila la tua regina." (That's none of your damn business. Here's some advice if you want it to work: Make her feel special, make her your queen.)

"Ma cosa succede se non vuole stare con me?" I ask with a sad tone. (But what if she doesn't want to be with me?)

"Would she be with you right now if she didn't like you? Would she risk her life to fight side by side with you if she didn't want to be with you?" She says.

"I guess not. Thank you, mom," I say, kissing her cheek.

I leave my mother and head to the roof of the house. I pull out the pack of cigarettes I bought in Russia, and light one of them.

I wake up to a person standing over me.

"AHH!" I yell.

"AHH!" They yell back, even louder.

Gabby gets off of me and says: "We're going to a club, so get your lazy ass up." She runs into my closet and starts throwing clothes around.

"You better clean my closet when you're done," I say.

"We got maids for a reason," She replies.

"They have lives too, you know," I say, finally getting out of Mateo's cloud-like bed.

Gabby chucks a boot at me but before it can hit me, I duck. "Are you trying to behead me?!"

"No, Mateo would absolutely murder me. Anyway, take this dress, put it on, and I'll do your makeup." She says, handing me a short, black dress.

I slip on the dress, then Gabby does my makeup, and we get into my car.

"Why isn't Ella and Eliza coming?" I ask as I turn out of the mansion.

"You know them. Always studying."

"Yeah, yeah. Wait- Friday is in two days, what are we going to do?"

I turn left as Gabby replies, "It's your turn to choose. Can we take the boys with us, please?"

"Okay, I have an idea."

I park the car at L'Alibi. The club where Mateo and I started to talk to each other. I head towards the end of the line, but get pulled to the front instead. The scary-ass bodyguard from last time lets us in and we head over to the bar.

I get my signature cranberry vodka while Gabby gets tequila.

After half an hour of talking, we take 2 shots each and head to the dance floor.

Me and Gabby dance and dance until our legs feel like jelly. Gabby goes to grab us water when I feel a pair of hands on my waist.

I look down, but the hands that are on my waist aren't tattooed liked the ones I'm used to. I turn around and spot blond hair before he places his hand on my mouth, pulling me away from the dance floor.

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