Chapter 43 (Aliyana)
Chapter 43 (Aliyana)
2 years ago
“Mero, Micky!” Gabriel yells as Ren, and I stand by the door of their tech-class with our backpacks,
waiting. Bunking last period wasn’t the best decision we were making today with finals approaching
soon. We were all accepted into University about a week ago. Since receiving our acceptance letters,
Gabriel has not lifted a book to study.
I informed my friend, finals were still a big part of getting in. To say he didn't care, was the
understatement of the year. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
Then again, I am here with the brooding bunch as always.
“I am done with Matteo fucking Di Salvo, why couldn’t he stay in England like a good fuck boy?” Gabriel
states as he walks out with Mero and Michel joining us.
“Because pussies don’t know how to stay in one place,” Michel responds, as he slides his hand through
his gel brown hair. He is the shorter of the four boys, and the most muscular.
“That pussy better be careful,” Mero says as we all laugh.
“So where to? We should sneak Yana in the gentlemen’s bar again, that was funny,” Ren suggests,
earning him a smack on his arm in response. The sneaking part wasn’t much fun when I had to creep
in through the men’s bathroom window.
Gabriel puts his arm over my shoulders, reminding me of how short I actually am and how tall he is.
“I was thinking of somewhere a bit further,” He says as his usually straight face mutates into a smiling
one. I love these guys.
“Where?” I ask him as my stomach twist with an anxious thrill of what we were going to do.
“My Uncle is around attending some business. He’s given us free rein of his Jet until 7 this evening. I
took the liberty to have Constantine clear a flight plan for us to Seattle.”
“What are we going to do there?” Mero queries as his brows furrow in an almost hesitant wonder.
Vincent Vasati, Deno, and Marco Catelli ran Washington State. It was also Ren’s and my home.
Well, for the most part. I didn't really have a home.
“Deno has the new exclusive club opening this weekend. The bottom floor is a restaurant, thought, we’ll
christen the place and enjoy a meal.” Ren’s glee is unmasked as Gabriel lets us in on his little plan.
Ren loves Deno.
Marco Catelli is the only brother I haven't met, and from the little Ren has let slip about him, it is a good
thing I haven’t. His sister, Anya, I liked the least out of his big family. She was false and always had an
agenda. I didn’t like people who could do something cruel to those they claimed to love.
“Don’t we get an invite?” I hear that voice, and we all freeze at the sound.
Straight ahead of me, and down the hall is the Russo boys and their new BFF, Matteo Di Salvo. Alec
and Matteo stand side by side, while the twins, Cassio and Camelid, take the back.
“No,” Gabriel responds, his fingers tensing on my arm as he stiffens next to me, all casualty gone.
“Too bad, I was hoping to see my cousin,” Alec says as his evil smile implies otherwise.
“Yeah, too bad. We're full up, try the airport,” Ren recommends.
Mero nudges his head to say let’s go and I think his timing is impeccable.
“We will do just that. I should probably call your brother too, wouldn't want to start a war now,” Alec
yells as the others laugh at his stupid joke.
“I am not sure which one I hate more, Matteo or Alec,” Michel mumbles.
"I thought Di Salvos are supposed to be our closest allies," Mero states as his brows draw down into a
scowl I know too well.
"Allies? What the fuck is that?" Ren's sarcasm makes us burst out laughing.
We ignore the irritant foursome as we turn our backs and walk toward the exit.
I should’ve have known it wasn’t over. Far from it.
"I can’t believe he actually asked to join us." My temper is still boiling after our flight. We jump out of the
black Mercedes as the six soldiers Deno sent for us surround the vehicle.
The building, known as Azure, is a tall face brick architectural dream. Dark-tinted glass going right up to
a 5-floor height serves as a front wall. I am sure it is bulletproof.
"He's a Russo. What do you expect? There is a reason they are our enemies," Gabriel replies as he
slips on a black blazer over his white school shirt.
To the passersby, we resemble a group of wealthy kids. We are, but the four-boys, are all Made-Men.
They have killed, and the ring on their index fingers show they would do it again.
"It looks like there is a drop zone on the roof. Why couldn't we land there?" Mero asks as he
straightens his tie.
"It isn't ready. Deno is making a greenhouse," Ren answers.
"What green are we talking? In house? Purple heads?" Michel goes from mildly interested to very
interested. Big hazel eyes widening with glee. His hair is cut short, and his once baby face has now
sharpened over the last year. His jaw still not quite as sharp as the other boys, but Michel’s hardened
exterior in certain places gives off 'a don’t fuck with me' vibe that closely matches Gabriel’s.
"I should have stayed in a girl’s only school," I mumble as I push my hair back from my face.
"And miss the time of your life? I doubt you would. Your father almost castrated my father when he
asked him. He almost castrated me for even talking that day, fuck, my nuts still twitch from that." Ren
shakes his head in mock horror as the 5 of us walk toward the doors of the massive club laughing.