And then came Vincenzo. Gorgeous. Sweet. Kindhearted. Diabolical. A conundrum. The nicest, yet the deadliest. He was the only one I hadn’t figured out completely. Yet.
Today was going to be different, and I had a certain Italian boy with whiskey eyes to blame for the occasion. I was walking into the unknown, no matter how well prepared I was.
I hated when innocent folks got caught in the crossfire of underworld drama. It was rude, unnecessary, and gave the Mafia a bad rep. Couldn’t we just kill each other in peace?
:༅。ᴛɪᴀ's ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ☕"What can I do to make you leave me alone?” “Kiss me,” “Kiss you?” “Yeah. I need to know if I’m attracted to men or not.” “Stop embarrassing yourself, Enzo.” “I thought you said you were bi.” “I am.” “What’s the problem, then?” “That I also have standards."…
فقط برای اینکه ساکت بشه اینکارو کرد😂😂 مثل احمقها دارم میخندم هماتاقیهام هم هی منو نگاه میکنن😂🤦♀
"What can I do to make you leave me alone?” “Kiss me,” “Kiss you?” “Yeah. I need to know if I’m attracted to men or not.” “Stop embarrassing yourself, Enzo.” “I thought you said you were bi.” “I am.” “What’s the problem, then?” “That I also have standards."
:༅。ᴛɪᴀ's ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ☕“You’re harassing a federal agent,” “I’m just trying to say thank you.” “You already did. Eight times. Now fuck off.” “How’s it fair that you can stalk me for three years but I can’t even walk you to your car this one time?” “I’m not stalking you; I’m doing…
به پلیسی که دنبالشه میگه چرا داری منو استاک میکنی😂😂
“You’re harassing a federal agent,” “I’m just trying to say thank you.” “You already did. Eight times. Now fuck off.” “How’s it fair that you can stalk me for three years but I can’t even walk you to your car this one time?” “I’m not stalking you; I’m doing my damn job.” “To-may-to, to-mah-to.” “Go away, Enzo.” “You’re my guardian angel, and it’s basic manners that I let you know how much I appreciate it.” “I will arrest you if you don’t stop.” “See, now you’re just threatening me with a good time. I’d pay good money to have you put handcuffs on me.”
Every time I followed him and he’d caught me, he’d flash me his wiseass smile and wink at me. Sometimes he’d blow me a kiss. Sometimes even offer an autograph. One time, when he caught me with my partner, Sully, who was taking pictures of him outside a suspected whorehouse, the little shit struck a pose and put his chin on his shoulder, pressing his index finger to his lips.