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"You know Vincenzo named a dog after him?" I chuckled along with Maria who said, "seriously? Who's dog is it?"

"Ariana and Alex's," I replied, kindly as she continued to chuckle.

"Maria - hey, Mia, how are you?" Leonardo came in with Vincenzo beside him, talking in his phone in Italian.

Leonardo was the same height as his brother - maybe a little taller and was handsome, like the rest of the Rossi brothers.

Not as handsome as Vincenzo. .

He had dark hair and a beard, and was also muscular. We had met briefly before and Leonardo seemed to be a nice person, although at times he was more serious than his other brothers. At first, I found him scary but he wasn't - Leonardo was a playful person.

"I'm fine," I said with a smile as he hugged me before standing beside Maria and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

He was about to say something else until Vincenzo ended his call and said to me, "Mia, can you come with me for a second," Vincenzo asked, his hazel eyes gazing into mine. I nodded and followed him away from the living room and into the kitchen.

Closing the door behind me, I started by saying, "I'm sorry for being drunk on the job and yelling at you, it was stupid and-"

"It's alright," he said with a smile as he leaned against the counter. "It's healing anyway." I bit my lip as he continued, "we have loads of memories together, right?"

"Yeah. ." I replied, softly.

"Some were great. .and some. .weren't so great, but the point is: we were happy and I screwed that all up. What if I take you out later? Just a day together to forget all the crazy shít that's happened between us."

"Vince. ."

"Just me and you. No one else. A day together - no distractions and by the end, if you still don't want to give us another go then," he sighed as if he didn't want to say the next few words. "I'll give you the rest of the money for the next three months and you can leave and never see me again."

I thought for a moment. Would it be so bad just for one day?

"Okay," I replied, with a small smile. "I'll do it."

What's the worst that could happen?

I bursted out laughing, juice flying out of my mouth as I spluttered. I fell on my back, my eyes closed as I laughed hard. "Oh my goodness!" I chuckled as I sat back up and wiped my mouth, grabbing a tissue and dabbing the wet patch on the blanket. "I'm so sorry," I said, still chuckling as he grinned.

"It's alright," Vincenzo replied, a warm smile on his face as he gazed at me.

We were having a small picnic on a short meadow, the sun beaming on us and the sky brightly shining. It was beautiful and Vincenzo seemed to remember that I wasn't the type to go out to restaurants. I liked to have a casual surrounding - nothing too fancy.

I was having fun. We were laughing and talking and not feeling awkward for once. It felt good and I didn't think about him cheating, or the mafia or Bianca - or any other change in our lives. It was just me and him.

He laid beside me, holding my hand. "Look!" I exclaimed, using my other hand to point at the sky. "It's a shape of a butterfly!" I said, watching in awe. I loved cloud watching - it was fun and something that always seemed to relax me.

"I can see a girl, with long hair and a perfect shaped body," Vincenzo said, with a smile on his face as he watched the clouds slowly move. I looked across the sky. What the hell was he talking about?

"Where?" I asked, confused.

"You can't see her?" Vincenzo asked, without looking at me. "She's beautiful! Vibrant golden eyes, flawless skin. How can you not see this beauty?"

I finally caught on, turning to my side and looking at him although he wasn't looking at me. "Clouds don't have colours," I said quietly as he turned, facing me. He pulled a strand of hair behind my ear. "I can see her clearly. She looks so hot."

I couldn't help but smile as he rummaged around in the basket and pulled out a mirror before handing it to me. "Can you see her now?"

I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, realising that my eyes were sparkling in the sun. I didn't think I had flawless skin but he seemed to think so. I put the mirror away and smiled at him. "I see her," I said quietly before sitting up beside him.

We watched the clouds a little longer before packing the picnic up and going back to the car. He placed the basket in the boot and I asked, "are we going back?" He shook his head with a grin, "there's more planned."

We ended up in a bowling alley eating pizza after a while. "I still can't believe you beat me," Vincenzo said as I smirked, "too easy." He rolled his eyes as I went to pick up another pizza which he snatched from me and took a bite out of.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, watching as my pizza was eaten. He shrugged, licking around it, "want it back?" I rolled my eyes and grabbed a different one, taking a bite out of it.

I glanced at his arm, realising something I hadn't seen before. "You got another tattoo?"

Vincenzo had lots of tattoos. Some on his back, his arms, his ankles and wrists and his chest. He had a few on his neck too. His body wasn't covered in tattoos, they were spaced out and didn't make him look weird. They made him look ten times more hotter. He didn't have an excessive amount of them as it seemed.

The new tattoo was a quote in Italian in fancy writing along his arm with dark patterns surrounding the area.