It was a fresh summer night in Milan

All the elderly people and kids were inside by now and the city was left in the hands of “La mafia Milanese”

But they weren’t the usual gangsters you would see in old 90s movies with leather jackets and cigars

They were mostly rappers.

There were a couple of Ferraris and Bmws parked near each other in different positions as the boys leaned against them

Zaccaria was one of them

Also guys with the nicknames of Simba, Omerta 47, amd Morad

They all had different descents such as , Moroccan, Tunisian and etc. but most of them were Italian based rappers expect for Morad, he was Spanish.

The one she was most close with was Morad, but not in any type of romantic way. She had known him for the longest and they were basically best friends

She wasn’t the type of girl to have this whole “European street knowledge” thing down. Maybe more Caucasian or Slavic but not Italian but either way, she didn’t really care about that kind of stuff

She found it incredibly stupid, this whole thing. She don’t really like Morad doing it either but she didn’t say anything.

The boys were chatting about all kinds of stuff

Simba: “ehi fratello, sei ancora amico di quella ragazza?”

Morad: “what, you like her or what?”

Omerta: “can’t she pull up right now? We could use a girl to chat to, she’s funny”

Zac: “no, fanculo, potrebbe prenderlo da un giorno all'altro, fratello”

They had all met her probably more than 5 times all thanks to Morad, other than that she really couldn’t care less about some random Italian rappers

Morad didn’t waste time, knowing that his friends wouldn’t leave him alone so he called her

Morad: “yo, where you at right now? We’re up at the spot right now, pull up, yeah?”

He said to her on the phone