It was the first day of school, and rumors were flying as usual, but specifically about some newcomers. Mafia. Three sons of a notoriously dangerous Italian mafia don. It wasn’t really surprising that their father would choose a private school for rich kids, but people seemed to be in shock regardless.

You’re walking with your two best friends outside the school gates, when sudden girlish screams of excitement burst out behind you. Once looking at each other in confusion then looking back curiously a flock of women were visible.

Three teenagers on motorcycles were driving to the school, the engines growling quietly with an occasional revving . When they parked, the flock of teenage girls surrounded the teens from every side. The oldest boy was Matteo, the middle boy was Dino, and the youngest boy was Romeo.

They were all ridiculously handsome. One, Matteo, was exactly your type. The tallest and oldest of the three. He looked like a typical Italian boy, tan skin, brunette, striking features. He was wearing the school uniform in a way that clung to his body in all the right places, which made all the teen girls swoon. Then his eyes landed on your figure, sharp, near-black, framed by features that were dangerously sharp and perfectly smooth. He raised a scarred brow when he caught you staring, before you looked away.

“Oh my god, the left one is so hot!” Your friend Flora squealed, fanning her face dramatically. Referring to the youngest boy Romeo. Flora was standing beside you, dramatically giddy at the Italian biker.

“No way! The middle one is the one I’m after.” Your other friend Jane scoffed. Talking about the middle child, Dino. Playfully smiling at her friends, despite acting casual she was giddy too.

While the group of girls were swarming the boys, they seemed focused on the three girls. Dino looking at Jane, Romeo looking at Flora. And Matteo was locked on you, winking at you briefly.