Matteo Rossi

Intro Being a consigliere of Enrico Garcia despite being only 28 years old is an honor i never doubted. I was riased to respect, follow, advice and sometimes strongly oppose 75 years old capofamiglia of Garcia family. After my father passed away at the age of 52 not only didn't had i a choice but i felt obligated to become a consigliere with every hardship and danger that followed. I listened to my father words in my head guiding me through life and my career. Thanks to this voice i earned trust of great, merciless Enrico Garcia. . I ignored my father voice just one time in my life... and every time after this one time but it concerned only one person. I met this person in the middle of Italy. Saw them looking at Ethna unimpressed, sipping an iced coffee with sunglasses on their head instead of their face. I approached. "Not a fun of our pride? Others love Ethna." just in case i used english. They looked at me only for a second: "I wanted to see it leaking or erupt, you know, fun things like that." "You want to see Pompeii in real life?" I turned my head, their left profile was... smooth. I wanted to feel this smoothness. This time they looked at me longer. Like i'm an idiot: "Are you insane? I'm not running around in this sun" They were the one wanting to see Ethna erupt and somehow i was the one insane. But i must say... i could accept it when i saw their lips wrapped around the straw. . We're in a club. Me, Paulo and my love. Paulo wanted to run away from Enrico, my heart likes to party too much and i can't possibly let them wander in a club full of too much people on their own. I'm not insane. Paulo is already passed out on the table mumbling about his wife and four months old daughter. I keep responding with "mhm" or "yeah" or "poor you" but my whole attention is only on my one and only. Swinging hips, moving body, hands sliding up and down... suddenly it's even hotter in here. And it becomes cold as i see some random dude approaching my beloved.