It's been two weeks since I've been in Italy. My ankle was fully healed and I could step on it perfectly fine.

Nothing excited happened within the weeks. Vincenzo took me touring around Italy and I saw many wonderful building and beautiful people. Italy was a magnificent country.

I was currently out walking through a village, Vincenzo and Giovanni grew up at.

Vincenzo was walking ahead of me while I was slowly walking behind, trying to take in the beautiful village. My eyes wandered at everything, everything was so extravagant.

"I've never seen anything like this before," I gasped.

Vincenzo stopped and looked at me. My eyes were wide as I looked at him.

He smiled at me. "Sei bellissima," he said to me. (You're very beautiful)

"Oh, wait!" I exclaimed. "Let me guess what that means."

I thought very hard at everything he taught me, but those words weren't familiar to me, they hadn't crossed my minds.

"I-I don't know," I gave up. "What does it mean?"

"You're beautiful," he said.

I grinned. "You think so?" I asked.

"I know so," he assured. My heart swelled.

I brought him closer to me and stood on my tippy toes to reach his height. He was taller than me.

I reached both my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his. He was surprised at first, but eventually placed his lips to my parted lips. We moved in sync, his lips were soft.

He slid his hand down the small of my back and it rested on my ass. I was wearing a purple sundress that revealed my caramel toned legs. My hair was curled and I wore purple sunglasses on my head.

The kiss was short, but intriguing.

We pulled away from each other and he placed a small kiss on my forehead. I smiled, instantly.

He had a flushed expression on his face and he smiled, cheekily. He looked so handsome.

"What was that for?" He asked. He touched his lips where I just tasted.

"For the compliment," I answered. "A thank you."

"Oh, if that's what I get, then I'll kiss you more often," he mumbled, flirtatiously.

"I'm okay with that," I murmured, softly.

He grabbed my hand and we continued our journey around the village.

I saw a cool building and pointed excitedly to it.

"Oh, my God, look at that one," I exclaimed.

The building was small and had a circular entrance. It was covered with roses and flowers. It looked established and beautiful.

He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and smiled at my reaction. "You're so cute," he chuckled. His accent made it so much sexier when he spoke.

I felt my knees go weak.

"You complemented me in English," I pointed out. That was the first time he had ever done that. I could finally understand his compliment.

"I was expecting a kiss," he said. His voice sounded disappointed.

"Oh!" I proclaimed. I almost forgot about saying that. I gladly stood up and planted a kiss on his juicy lips.

He grunted as I prolonged the kiss and a small moan escaped me.

I liked kissing him, but something felt off. I didn't feel the sparks I was supposed to feel. There was nothing there when I kissed him.

"Do you think we're ready to go back to the house, now?" He asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess so," I said. My voice sounded sad. I didn't want to leave this beautiful place.

"Don't be sad, we'll be back for sure," he insured me.

"Great!" I enthusiastically claimed.

He smiled at my reaction. "Alright, lets go."

We went back to his sports car. It was expensive. It wasn't a Maserati like Giovanni's. It was a Ferrari and it was red.

My favourite colour.

I ran towards the car and felt the shiny metal. It shone in the sunlight. I entered the passengers seat once I heard Vincenzo unlock the door.

I put on my seatbelt and waited for him to enter the car. I looked at the clean leather and felt it with my hand. Giovanni's was clean, but it was a boring black colour. This car was beige on the inside and red on the outside.

It was way better to me.

Vincenzo soon came into the car and drove off. His gaze was focused on the road, while his one hand was placed on the steering wheel and the other one was around the head of my seat.

"Can I drive?" I asked in a small voice.

He glanced at me for a second, but moved back to see the road. His sunglasses were covering his eyes and I couldn't see what his expression was like.

"Have you driven before?" He asked. I shook my head. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I answered.

"And you haven't drove before?" He asked, just to make sure he heard me right.

"Yes," I groaned, impatiently.

He pulled over into an empty parking lot and got out of the car, he opened my door and glared at me. "If you harm Bambino in anyway, you'll never be able to drive ever again," he said, sternly. (Baby)

His sunglasses fell to his nose. He named his car.

I rolled my eyes at his behaviour. "Oh, please I'm a great driver."

I was a terrible driver.

I twisted the key in the ignition and the car started to rumble. I jumped in surprise. "Was that supposed to happen?" I asked.

He chuckled. "That's how you start the car, Piccolo."

"Oh, I knew that," I retorted. I placed my hands on the wheel and flinched when I felt Vincenzo's on top of mine.

He moved my hands in the right position and released them. "Là," he said. (There)

I pushed down on the petal a little too hard, because I felt the car scoot forward, rapidly.

Vincenzo was clutching onto the grab handle at the top of the car and his back was leaned against the car.

"È stata una cattiva idea," he muttered under his breath, in a panicked expression. (This was a bad idea)

I continued to pull out onto the road when I felt Vincenzo try and take out the wheel. I pushed away his hands. "No, let me!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me, like I was crazy. I was being reckless and he hated that. He feared for his safety.

"Va bene," he said, he released his arms back and held them up in surrender. (Okay)

I continued to drive and he told me directions. Vincenzo eventually had enough of my horrible driving.

"Stop! Fermati!" Vincenzo uttered. "Basta!" (Stop/That's enough)

I came to a halt and the fires squeaked. Vincenzo cringed and grabbed the steering shell from me. There were cars behind me that were honking.

I hit the pedal and drove off. Vincenzo was steering the car while I was sitting in the chair, annoyed that he stopped me. I was doing so well.

Once we arrived at the house, I refused to look at him. "Are you seriously mad, right now? I just saved our lives, sei tu che guidi male!" He shouted, annoyed. (you're a bad driver)

"What does that mean?" I yelled back. I haven't learnt that yet. He only taught me the basics.

"You're a bad driver!" He exclaimed. He forcefully exhaled through his pinched lips.

I gasped. My lips were tight. "I am not!" I denied.

He scoffed. "Really? So, you didn't just almost run over several people on the way here?" He asked, sarcastically.

Why was he fighting with me?

He unlocked the mansion door and I stomped inside. I felt anger in my body. He didn't even hold the door for me.

"I wish it was you I ran over," I spat.

He shot me a hard glance. "Take that back," he muttered.

I refused. I shook my head and stomped my foot on the ground, childishly. I folded my arms across my chest in fury.

He approached me. "Take that back, now," he spoke, sexily. He was so close to me. My back hit the wall and he dropped his head down, so his lips were near my mouth.

"No," I stood my ground.

He immediately placed his lips to mine and o gasped at the roughness. He might have even cut my lip a little.

I pushed him away once I tasted metallic blood in my mouth. My lip was bleeding. I pushed him away from me. "What the fuck, Vince?" I yelled, harshly.

He stared down at me in shock. "Non velevo," he whispered. (I didn't mean that)

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know what you're saying!" I shouted. I slowed down my words, so he could understand what I was saying.

"I'm sorry, Piccolo, I didn't mean it," he apologized. His voice was softer this time and his face held sorrow.

I sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry, too," I mumbled.

Vincenzo looked at me. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He teased.

I punched my fist on his chest, playfully and laughed. "You heard me," I said.

"I know," he came towards me again. I let him. He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head so I can look up at him. "I just like

This time the kiss was soft and greedy. I sunk into it and my glossy lips met with his again.

I could get used to this.

Once we finished making out, we parted away and turned to go to the living room and watch a movie.

The gang watched with dropped jaws. They all saw us kiss. I didn't want them to know. I wasn't sure what we were exactly. I didn't know what Vincenzo wanted form me.

Their eyes were wide with surprise. They were not ready for that.

Giovanni's lips pressed into a thin line and he repressed the hatred of the kiss.

Uh, oh!

What have I done?