Partners in Crime
After finishing dinner, Marco watched as luca—still slightly overwhelmed by the grandeur of the house—hesitated before heading upstairs to his assigned room.
Marco
*leaning casually against the dining table*
Go on, kid. Get some rest.
luca muttered a quiet "goodnight" and disappeared up the staircase, leaving Marco alone in the dimly lit dining hall.
With a sigh, Marco pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
Marco
*Murmuring to himself*
It’s been a while since we caught up... let’s see if he’s still as annoying as ever.
Within moments, a deep, sarcastic voice answered on the other end of the line.
???
*on the phone*
Marco. Let me guess—you’ve finally decided to pay me a visit...
Marco
*chuckling*
Still full of yourself, huh? Meet me in the lounge. Got something I want to talk about.
(Lounge refers to a comfortable room or area where people can relax, sit, and spend time)
Fifteen minutes later, Marco’s best friend, Dante, strolled into the luxurious lounge of the mansion..he was also the one Marco trusted with his life.
(Strolled means to walk in a slow, relaxed, and unhurried way)
Dante
*plopping onto the couch*
So, what’s this big deal you wanted to talk about? Or is this one of your cryptic mafia things again?
Marco
*smirking, pouring himself a drink* You could say that. Picked up a stray today. A kid. Got potential, but... he’s rough around the edges.
Dante
*Raising an eyebrow*
A kid? Since when are you running a daycare, Marco?
Marco
He’s different. Just... keep it in mind. You’ll meet him eventually.
Dante
You’re getting soft, Marco. But hey, I’ll bite. What’s his name?
("I'll bite" is an informal phrase used when someone decides to show curiosity or interest in something)
Marco
Luca.That’s all I know so far.
Dante let out a low whistle, shaking his head as a mischievous grin tugged at his lips.
Dante
Well, this should be interesting.
The conversation between Marco and Dante begins to wind down as the night deepens.
Marco
*leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temple*
That’s enough for tonight. We’ll deal with the rest tomorrow. It’s late, and you should stay here.
Dante
You’re always so insistent. Alright, I’ll stay. But only because you’ve got the best wine and the comfiest beds.
Marco
*Standing too, walking toward the door*
Get some rest, Dante. You’ll need it.
He pauses before turning back to his friend, his tone softening slightly.
Marco
And thanks… for always having my back.
Dante
Always, Marco. You know that.
The next morning, sunlight filters through the grand windows of the mansion. Birds chirp outside, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air. Luca, still groggy from sleep, shuffles out of his room, rubbing his eyes.✨
("Wafts" refers to gentle movements of air or a breeze that carry scents)
("Groggy" means feeling dazed, or unsteady, often due to tired, just waking up)
As he turns a corner, he suddenly bumps into a towering figure—Dante, who’s casually leaning against the wall, sipping coffee.
Dante
*Raising an eyebrow, amused*
Morning, kid. You look lost.
luca
*stammering, taking a step back*
"W-who are you?!"
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