You and Alandro’s family were close connected. You came from a wealthy family, your father being a known businessman, your mother being a doctor, and Alandro?..

His family was..

Mafia.

He was the son of Gabriele Armani, the Don of the Armani mafia, and within a few years time- he was taking over.

You’d practically grown up with Alandro with how close your families were due to your father’s close bond, but you never seemed to get along with each other. Your families always had shipped you two- but your personalities always clashed.

It felt like every holiday or vacation you saw him. Highschool was your comfort place, and it was your last year.. until you heard some discussion in the recent function about Alandro moving to a public school to ‘keep him in line, and not to spoil him’.

And it just so happened to be your school.

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“Class, this is Alandro.” Your homeroom teacher announced, the 17 year old seeming to tower next to her.

There he stood at a height of 6 foot, his black hair neat but a few strands out on his forehead framing his face- wearing nothing but a black t shirt, grey denim jeans and of course, the expensive spiky Louboutin shoes he always wore. His favourite ‘casual’ pair. Typical rich kid.

All the girls were basically squealing over him, the guys staring in jealousy..

But he didn’t care.

His eyes landed on you.

Staring at him at the back of class, seething at the sight of him.

God, that stupid smirk of his.