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I couldn’t let her go, no matter how selfish it might be.
The conflict was enough to drive me mad one day, and it scared me more than anything that I might lose her due to my selfishness.
I leaned my forehead against the cool glass as my thoughts waged back and forth. I had been down this road a dozen times before and had debated with myself on a hundred sleepless nights.
But the answer would always remain the same.
The door opened in a hurry, and I sighed heavily, watching the glass fog up with the heat of my breath. I tore my eyes from Olivia with difficulty, turning around to face Gabriele.
There was a grim look on his face, anger tucked deep within his eyes. He would never admit it but he had grown fond of Olivia over these past few months. Despite how harsh he had been on her, he cared for her.
I rounded my desk, grabbed the note, and stuffed it on top of the notebook. Silently, I handed him the evidence, and he nodded, grabbing it with black gloves. He opened a larger plastic bag with red tape on it, stuffing the notebook and note inside before he sealed it.
“I doubt we’ll get any fingerprints from it, but we can check if the handwriting matches any of the students or teachers on campus,” Gabriele said determinedly. “They fucked up this time, Gio. They’ll lead us right to them.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, crossing my arms.
Gabriele wasted no more time, rushing out of the room with the evidence in hand. I knew he’d find something, anything to lead us back to Dmitri.
The bastard’s downfall was coming soon. For now, it was just a waiting game.
I left the office, shutting the door firmly behind me as I let my feet take me to the gardens where I knew Olivia was.
I needed to see her, to reassure myself that she was safe and here with me.
*Olivia*
“Whoo!” Dahlia yelled out as she slammed her cup down onto the wooden picnic table between us. The glass pitcher rattled with the force, the maroon syrup inside splashing over the edge.
“Are you sure Maria isn’t actually a bartender in disguise?” I asked, both curious and suspicious. I was on my third drink already and though there wasn’t much alcohol in it, I couldn’t stop drinking it.
“Of course not,” Dahlia rolled her eyes, pouring another glass of the ambrosia liquid. But then she paused, looking rather pensive. “Or at least, I don’t think so.”
The orange slices and cubed fruits in the drink plopped into the cup as she poured, and I chewed on what I suspected was a sangria-soaked strawberry from my glass.
“Either way, she makes the best drinks,” I shrugged, fully relaxed as I sent her a silly smile.
The high from the alcohol had hit us, but not nearly enough to make us tipsy or drunk–just enough that we were both feeling fucking fantastic. I felt like I could do anything right now, even march into Gio’s room and fuck him until tomorrow, and there’d be nothing he could fucking do about it.
I grinned into my drink, my cheeks red as I down the rest of my glass.
Maybe that’s all I really needed–Giovani’s cock was a good enough reason to keep me tied here. Anybody would do the same in my position.
As my thoughts turned into a hard right, Dahlia leaned back on her palms, shutting her eyes as she basked in the sunlight.
“God, I need a tan,” she remarked, and I silently agreed with her.
Her skin had turned two shades whiter since we’d spent so much time indoors lately. I was used to seeing Dahlia in some kind of sun-kissed form, so it was a bit weird seeing how pale she actually was–her mom’s genes, no doubt.
Tallon had a much darker skin tone, closer to their dad, and Alessandro had been so burned from the sun as kids that there was no telling what skin tone he originally had.
I sighed in relief, all of my doubts and worries from earlier having faded away. They were still there, they could always be there, but no longer could I hear them screaming at me from the back of my mind.
It was quiet.
Peace had returned to my stupid brain.
With my eyes shut, I felt a slightly ticklish sensation on my nose, the tiniest of breezes across my face, like a leaf was falling.
“Oh. My. God,” Dahlia gasped. “Olive, don’t move.”
I stiffened at how awed and shocked she sounded and on instinct, my eyes fluttered open.
I was met with dark beige striped lines, and my whole body tensed as I recognized exactly what was happening.
A pair of wings fluttered, spreading out as a fuzzy little body kept perfectly still and balanced on the tip of my nose. Contrary to the dull underside of its wings, the top side was a gorgeous iridescent shade of purple and blue.
My mouth dropped open and inside, I was screaming.
There was a butterfly on my nose.
“Holy fucking shit,” Dahlia cursed, then she raised her phone.
I heard the clicks of her taking photos, moving around the bench to get the best one. One of them must have been too much since the little butterfly started to fly off, a tiny gust of air being pushed into my eyes.
I blinked rapidly, my hand immediately going to scratch my nose as the butterfly took off, gently flying away in that graceful way they did.
Dahlia and I turned to one another with wide-eyed looks.
Then we both cracked up.
Laughter bubbled out of my throat, and I was unable to stop it as our combined laughs filled the air. It was funny, funnier than it would’ve been had we not both drunk almost an entire pitcher of sangria, but my heart was full.
I felt lighter than I had in weeks as I laughed with my best friend.
“Care to share what’s so funny?”
Someone interrupted the moment, and instead of tensing at the deep, male voice, my whole stomach jumped in excitement.
Giovani stood at the beginning of the path, having just come out by the looks of it and damn, did he look good. He was dressed in a grey suit vest with a black button-down underneath. The top buttons were undone, leaving a view of his chest as his clothes were tight enough to highlight every single muscle. I wasn’t sure why he changed, but he looked fine.
His hair was combed back in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous face. His eyes had latched onto me with no hint that he would ever look away again.
Even the way he was just standing there oozed sex appeal as he smirked, crossing his arms as I devoured him with my eyes.
God, he was so hot, it drove me crazy sometimes.
My whole stomach was doing flips now, and for a moment, I wondered if I hadn’t swallowed that butterfly. If I had, it was making a whole racket inside of me right now.
A solid kick to my shin knocked me out of the stupor I had fallen in, and I cursed, clenching my fists as Dahlia sent me a serious look.
“What the fuck?” I snapped at her, feeling like my bone was aching somehow.
“Don’t even pretend you didn’t just do that,” Dahlia huffed. “I don’t need to see you two undressing each other with your eyes. No thanks.”
