Thalia
“Hey,” I snapped my fingers in front of Luciano’s face, but he didn’t snap out of his daze. He merely looked at me—a dumb, awestruck look on his face.
Dom chuckled as he looked at Luciano.
“This dude’s whipped,” he said to me.
I blushed and shook my head. “Shut up,” I said.
With all my might, I pushed Luciano’s shoulder, causing him to topple on top of the hot sand.
“Oww,” he said, his forearm being burned by the hot sand. “Bambi! What was that for?”
“You weren’t responding,” I whined. “And is it my fault that you’re so weak? You literally toppled with a weak push.”
He smirked and stood up from the ground, his tall height hovering above my stature.
“Weak, huh?” he walked closer to me.
I raised my chin and nodded my bed.
“Yup. Weak. You’re rusting, Mr. Mafia Boss,” I whisp
