Yn's pov

As much as annoying Rico was, he was more than irresponsible. And that I was sure of.

Today was the day we were supposed to go and select wine. He even promised to buy me dinner.

And if you by now knew Rico the bit, he normally doesn't pay. A cheap whore, is what he is to be honest.

So here I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching Peppa pig, dressed up nicely waiting for Rico's 'friend' as he had said to come over and go to wine testing.

Apparently Rico the cheap whore had a meeting about some cocaine or stuff being shipped from Mexico to the country via a ship so he called me up just as I had left the diner two hours before then my usual time and said about the stuff that I didn't care and said that this 'trustworthy friend of mine' will accompany you to the vineyard.

I don't want a trustworthy friend of his to accompany me, especially when I was looking forward to a free dinner.

That bitch!

The bell makes me get up and open one part of The bell makes me get up and open one part of the heavy door

I peak my head out to see an olive skinned dark eyed guy standing quite confidently at the top stair of the main door to the house.

"I'm Salvatore. Rico's friend." He says, voice laced with thick Italian accent, a small smile playing at the edge of his mouth.

And for a little time it reminds of Jungkook 's voice, especially when he was being sweet and caring. The person whom I really wanted to be with me rather than the person he has been.

"I'm Yn." I murmured, stepping back, and opening the door wide.,"Do you want to come in?"

"No." He replied. "We'd rather get going. It's already late as it seems." He said, eyes meeting mine. He smiles that small smile again and it almost makes me want to smile too. Almost.

"Oh, okay." I replied. "Let me get my shoes, then."

"Sure." He nods as I run back to the couch and put my slippers on and slung the little purse-like back over my shoulder running back to the door. Stepping out I lock the front gates and put the keys on my bag before walking to the car where Salvatore is waiting.

"Do you want to sit in the front or in the back?" He asks by clicking the button of the remote like key to unlock the land rover he drove here.

"Why?" I reply back cockily. "Do you have company?"

"No. He smiles once again. He smiles a lot. "I just wanted to know if you consider me as your...autista?" He grins. "Or you know... A tag along?"

(Driver.)

"I'll take the front seat." I grin back and he helps me open it for me and closes this door after I get in.

As for the exterior, the interior of the car is also luxurious. Maybe more, as the seats are covered with red leather. The gear boxes and other details are done in cherry wood furnishings and a soft sweet flowery scent drifts along the closed air inside the car.

"Nice car." I mumbled as he got into the driver's seat."Ought to flex, while picking up a nice girl, aren't I?" He replies cheekily and I feel the tips of my ear grow hot.

Innocent comment is what it was but given the fact that I had never received them made me bothered.

The only person who had bothered to tell me I looked good or whatever was Jungkook , but it was mostly during our bedroom things, outside he'd tell me this and that but never in a flattering way.

But he might be younger than me for the fact I know.

I shrug the comment off and keep looking at the rows of palm trees as we exit the estate and pull up on the main road.

After twenty or so minutes and watching the colourful sky of late evening, we pull up to the rusty old gate of a vineyard.

Salvatore turns off the engine getting out of the car, I do the same. "Don't you have to park it somewhere?" I ask, putting the purse over my shoulder.

"No." He replies as he pushes the iron barreled gates opening them. A wide muddy path in December divides the vineyard into two equal halves. Salvatore takes off his shoes and folds his pant legs so that his ankle is visible.

"Come on." He says leaving his shoe by the car.

Following him, I take my shoes off too and walk along with him, the soft mud, a result from the rain earlier yesterday pressing down to the sole of my feet making all the tensions from my body disappear and replacing everything with an utter calmness.

I breathe the sweet-sour air of grapes as hundreds of rows of plants are planted, varieties unknown. Each smelling sourly-sweet. Some too much of sweet smelling.

"Are they ready to be harvested yet?" I ask Salvatore.

"They'll be around October." He says. "Some are hybrid and they give the fruit between July and August but most during October."

"Oh."

"Yup. See that?" He points to one of the rows of trees, where a bunch of green grapes are hung.

I nod. "That is the only hybrid variety here. The grapes are so sour, you'll feel your hair stand." He laughs. We walk toward the plant as he dominates me in height, plucks a couple of grapes and gives them to me.

"Go on. Try." He urges popping a couple to his mouth and closing his eyes tightly.

I do the same and with a bite I feel electric shock travel though my whole body and as Salvatore said, hair on my body stands up.

We laugh.

Well...this isn't as half bad as I thought it would be.

Walking through the muddy path we come to a half In front of a wooden factory like house. Several crates of grapes are kept out to be shipped and crates of wine bottles are being filled.

"Master Salvatore!" An old man comes out of the factory greeting Salvatore with a fatherly hug patting him on his back. "You've been gone for so long. How was it abroad?" He asks, smiling.

"It was fine, Alberto. How are you? How is Gina?”

"Fine. Fine. All very fine, son." The old man says. "And I suppose you have brought..."

"This is Yn." He introduces me. "Don Angelo's girl."

"Hello." I say awkwardly.

"My. My. My young lady. How do you do?" Alberto asks with a smile.

"Fine, sir." I smile.

"It's for the annual gala, you know?" Salvatore says. "We're here to pick the wine."

"Oh. Yes. Yes. Of course." The man says, his one hand still on Salvatore's back. "You go on, I'll send some samples. Some of Don's old favorites, I suppose?"

"That would be wonderful." Salvatore grins before Alberto disappears into the factory.

"Come. Let's take a seat." He offers.

I nod and walk along with him to the very back of the vineyard where small circular we wooden tables are placed and barrels of grapes are kept to be stomped on.

"You know what part about this factory I love the most?"

"That the wines are hand made?" I guess with a grinding face.

Laughing he nods. "I'll tell you a secret." He whispers slowly.

"Go on." I urge you. Excited to hear his secret.

"Rico isn't in any kind of meeting." He whispers.

I snort. I knew it. That bitch!

"He's just getting laid with the planner."

"I had a feeling." I roll my eyes as I take a sip of wine. By then several small pitchers of wine were delivered to the table where we sat. "He's so immature." I mumble.

"Can't blame him now, can you? It's the age." He says sipping from a small glass.

I shrug.

But Salvatore looked much more skilled than me in the job, he sniffed the wine and ones he liked sipped.

This went on for sometime until Salvatore selected a total of five variations and gave the order. He paid the advance saying that Rico had given him the cash when I insisted I should pay.

From an korean restaurant we get take out burgers for dinner and eat it on the way.

Salvatore drops me off to the front gate.

"Are you going to come in?" I ask I step out of the car.

"No. You go on." He checks his watch. "It's late."

"Good night." I smile. "I had a nice time."

"Me too." He smiles as well. I step back inside the gates and into the house crossing the driveway distance.

Inside Rico is watching TV with his feet on the codes table.

"Hey " he greets. "Why are you smiling?" He asks, munching on chips.

"Don't talk with your mouthful." I snap, taking off my shoes and hurling my purse at his head. But I miss it and it makes me huff.

"Well...at least you look happy." He rolls his eyes. "People these days. So ungrateful." He says.

"Oh yeah? What about you?" I point my finger at him "You little rat. You said you had a meeting when you were getting laid with the planner.

Rico, what is wrong with you?" I huff as I plop on the couch beside him.

"It wasn't like that exactly." He shrugs. "We went to pick out these decoration stuff and you know one thing led to the other."

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." I roll my eyes.

"We've got to pick up the ice statue tomorrow and the dessert menu, too." He hollers.

"Whatever!" I scream half way through the stairs.

"Salvatore will be there too!" He yells and my insides flutter a little.

I mean he's all good looking and sweet and stuff...but?

"Whatever!" I scream as I stop in my room and into the shower.

Stupid stupid stupid Rico!

As said Rico was up and ready by eleven and waiting for his breakfast to go to the ice statue sorting thing.

Given the lack of sleep I got last night it made me want to kill him. Nevertheless I got up and lazily made Rico something to eat which he ate ungratefully and kept rolling his eyes at my sleepy form.

"Maybe you should just see a doctor." He commented halfway through the drive as I kept passing over in the car only to be woken up by Rico shaking me.

"What for?" I asked.

"Insomnia." He replied, faking the seriousness as we pulled up in front of a glass surrounded four storied building.

Parking the car Rico barked at me to get out, being as sleepy as I was I asked if he could leave the AC on so I could sleep but being the selfish bitch he was, he told me to get my "ass up".

Reluctantly shaking my head and yawning I got down from the car only to see another remotely sports car pull up next to ours. It was matte black with red rimmed tired. The logo of Ferrari sat proud at the center of the front bonnet.

I'll be honest though, I know nothing about cars but looking at this piece in front of me I can say blindly that it cost a fortune that I can say from the small knowledge bank I had.

"Oh Good." Rico sighed dramatically. "You won't be so sleepy anymore."

"Huh?" I frowned.

A moment later Salvatore got out from the driver's seat dressed in a grey suit. Sunglasses covering his dark eyes. His black-brown hair is a neat mop on top of his head.

He looks so different than he did yesterday.

Salvatore took off his shades as he came to a halt In front of us. Rico gave him a man hug when he retired and whispered something to him which he answered with a whisper making me feel like an intruder.

"Yn." He said with a voice that often is used for 'I'm glad.'

"Good morning." I mumbles, shuffling back a yawn.

"Don't bother her, she's sleepy and annoying and moody." Rico rolled his eyes before leading us through the automatic glass doors.

Inside we found a huge circular room, with light blue walls, a reception desk and a couple of workers going back and forth.

Rico went up to the lady in reception talking about what he'll need.

"Do you want to stay here or get out?" Salvatore asked once Rico's attention was fully at the receptionist.

"I d like to go home and get some sleep." I mumbled sulkily.

"Come." Salvatore got up. I followed him.

He led us out of the Ice factory and we walked toward the opposite direction which was I suppose the back of the factory.

There was no gate or guard on the rare side of the factory. Just space kept between two walls to let people pass. Salvatore crossed the 'gate'.

"Should we be doing this?" I asked.

"You said you wanted to get out of there." He reasoned with his eyebrow raised.

"I said I wanted to go home." I hugged, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This is better than the mansion." He reasoned. Again. "Now come along."

So I followed him until we reached a clearing surrounded by trees, on both sides. A bit like the vineyard but the trees were larger and older than the grape plants. This place however had a gate. It was rusted and heavy looking.

A heavy rusty chain kept two parts of the gate in place with an ancient looking lock.

"It's locked." I stated.

"It's been locked forever." He rolled his eyes. "Grab the bars and try to climb up." He said.

"What?" I gasped. "Climb up?"

He nodded like it was normal. "Grab in here." He pointed to a bar on the gate. "It'll hold you up."

"This is a felony!" I shrieked.

"Go on." He urged.

Reluctantly after some more arguing I was climbing up the gate to wherever. After I was on the other side, which required a lot more persuasion from Salvatore to let go of the gate to get down and a lot of begging for my life... let's not talk about it.

Unlike me, Salvatore was quite skilled and he knew where to put his feet and hand.

He jumped on the dirt on the other side making his polished shoes dirty.

"Come on." He said, wiping his now rust-covered hand in his suit jacket. "This way."

Is he even human?

Jungkook would never do this.

But I think there is a fine line of difference between the two of them. Jungkook would never make me climb and pass a gate, basically committing a felony.

Following Salvatore through the dusty pathway of trees I found myself before a pond. The bank has new and fresh grown grasses and shrubs of wild flowers here and there.

Salvatore took off his suit jacket and laid it on top of the grass. He sat with his legs stretched.

He patted the spot next to his..Wiping my hands on the side of my pants I sat down next to him with my legs pulled up to my chin.

The weather today was calm and a little breezy.

The calm water kept swinging, often one or two little fish fingerlings would be seen in the clear surface, lilies covered one side of the pond, purple, pink and white ones.

"This is nice." I murmured resting my chin on my knees.

"More than the mansion and sleep?" Salvatore grins at me.

"Yup." I nod.

"It's nice." He sighed. "Until the spirits of the dead owners surface."

Ghosts?

There's no such thing as them...but my reasoning can't help the gasp of horror leave my lungs.

"Kidding." Salvatore shrugs.

"I knew that." I narrowed my eyes on him.

"You didn't." He points out. "In fact you were just about to scream."

"I wasn't." I argue.

"Whatever."

"How did you find this place?" I asked, looking over at his boyish features.

Jungkook 's was quite manly, making him look more older then he was already, the seriousness, the brood and what not.

Salvatore's are more calm and natural. Something more young and carefree.

"Growing up, it's always been here. But deserted. The owners died in the flood of 70 and no one's been in here ever since. Rico and I used to sneak into this part to smoke weed, you know?" He laughs.

"That's illegal."

"It's teenage."

"Still illegal."

"And when we turned eighteen he stopped coming, and smoking weed alone was quite boring so I stopped too, but I still come here when I'd feel like it."

"You look too fancy to be here in the dirt but you climb gates. You walk barefoot on the vineyard. I can't even place you." I say genuinely as I feel the air of the surroundings change.

He looks at me, a boyish gleam plastered to his face. His eyes look lighter in the daylight than in bulbs. His hair is more brown than black. His small feature catches my eyes and his imperfections like his big ears and a cut on his left eyebrow makes him look more young and

handsome.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Nobody." He says carefully still with a smile.

His answer makes me sigh. "That's not an answer."

He shrugs looking back at the pond.

"You're the heir to one one of the five families, aren't you?" I asked curiously.

"Maybe." He shrugged. "Would that change me for you?”

"Why?"

"If I am the heir to what you say 'one of the five families' you would have dinner with me, tomorrow?"

His questions take me back. Did he ask me like...out...on a date?

"Why?"

"Because I want to see you wearing a dress again." He says softly, and it's filled with emotions.

I smile, biting my lip and looking back at the pond.

"And why should I go with you?"

"Because I am the heir 'to one of the five families'?" He laughed.

"Give me a good reason."

We weren't looking at each other. We were looking at the lilies in the pond floating and talking and I never knew it could be so comfortable.

"Cause I'd like to see you wearing a dress again."

He said.

I laughed.

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"Where are you going?" Rico's voice came from the bottom of the staircase. He was looking at me with a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

"Out." I mumbled trying to clip the straps on my shoes, ignoring him so that I don't have to tell who I am going out with.

After our episode sitting on the pond bank, I agreed to go to dinner with him and he was just about to pick me up.

"Going out with who?" Rico asks.

"Why do you need to know?" I turned to face him. He was still wearing the frown.

"Is it Salvatore?" His frown changed into a cheesy smirk as he advanced toward me.

"That's none of your business."

"Aww. Are you going on a date, sissy?" He teases. "A little date?"

"Rico." I warn you to take a seat on one of the couches as I wait.

"Do you like him?" He asks curiosity, taking a seat on the sofa across from me.

I roll my eyes.

"Come on. You can tell me." He gasps dramatically like a teen-ager.

"No. I can't. You are unqualified to keep a secret." I smile.

"A secret, huh?" He smirks wider. "You don't want papa to know? Is his little princess out for a date?"

"Rico."

"Oh, come on!" He sighs. "You like him and he likes you. I knew you guys were at the haunted house yesterday, probably making out, but that's none of my business." He waved the ramble off.

"But...you have to promise to be back before twelve." Rico said.

"Why would I want to do that?" I ask.

"Because you have to and no decent girl stays out after twelve."

"So you're calling me indecent?" I snap, almost playfully. Almost.

"No. Not indecent. But you have to be back before twelve. Papa'll be back around five."

Oh right!

It almost slipped my mind that his plane was supposed to land around dawn.

"Oh. Okay."

"Yeah." Rico said, going quiet. I sat on the couch looking at my brother who had gone from a massive bully to a mute need in a second.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing." He grins savagely.

"You're up to something." I mumbled with a savage look in my eyes.

He shrugged before getting up from his spot and leaving.

"Come back before twelve." He yelled as he walked up the stairs.

After three or five more minutes later I saw Salvatore park his car outside the main gates.

I was up on my feet and to the room without delay.

He greeted me with a smile as he opened the door of his same sports car that he drove yesterday for me.

"Thank you." I mumbled slipping inside.

In answer Salvatore nodded with a smile.

Once seated, he asked, "So what do you want to do?"

"I thought you wanted to take me to dinner." I replied.

"I just wanted to see you wearing a dress again." He said cheesily.

I laughed. "Then I suppose your wish is fulfilled? I can leave then, can't I?" I asked.

"No." He laughed along. "I'll buy you dinner, but first..." He said pulling out two plastic papers from his jeans pocket. "I'll take you to the price circus."

"Circus?”

I'll be honest with you, I had never been to a circus or seen a clown in real life. But the stuff I saw on TV made me scared enough not to go near clowns.

I am pretty sure I saw a YouTube video on clowns being the seriously scary stuff in the world.

But the circus didn't turn out to be as bad and scary as I thought it would be. It was rather good and cool.

People, normal people were dressed in glittery one piece swim suits and performing. They were doing this...belly dancing and Ariel acts and fire breathing acts.

Two guys in bright green and orange outfits were walking along a thin rope at least fifteen feet above the ground, while two girls in shimmering costumes did the air jump thing and everyone did a perfect loop. The crowd along with me and Salvatore went crazy with claps and hoots.

To be honest, I was enjoying this far more than I thought I would.

The fancy magician came next who performed many tricks, including making a geese lay a golden egg.

I am so sure he was using something hidden and secretive but I was having too much fun to care.

Me and Salvatore ended up staying in the Circus the whole time, after the show ended, we walked out to the cotton candy machine.

"Do you want one?" He asked, looking at me, a look of adoration filled his eyes.

It has been this way the whole night.

"The blue one." I pointed to a bear shaped cotton candy ball which had ears and a nose and eyes.

Salvatore paid for my cotton candy and got himself a bucket of caramel popcorn.

"It's fun." I mumbled as we walked through the rows of various mini games that allow presents.

"It is." He nodded, eating his corn. "It's always this time of the year, I've been coming since I was six."

"Oh?"

"My mum was an Ariel dancer." He admits.

"Oh? Doesn't she dance anymore?”

"Nah. She retired after I was ten." He shrugged. "I always came to see her perform."

I went quiet. Out of the things to say, I pointed to the cola vending machine and we got some cola.

"So I am supposed to take you home before twelve?" He asked.

"I suppose?" I grinned shyly.

"We should get going then." He said after looking at his watch. It was already eleven ten.

So we got up and drove to the nearest diner, grabbed something to eat and drove back to the mansion.

Salvatore once again opens the door of the car. I thank him for the night. He smiles. "When can I see you again?" He asks.

I bite my lip, smiling.

"Tomorrow?" He asks hopefully.

"Papa will be arriving tomorrow morning." I mumble.

"Oh." He presses his lips in a thin line. "Day after tomorrow, then? We can go for ice cream after

the desert menu selection?"

"I dunno." I smile. "Maybe."

After saying okay and goodnight Salvatore gets into the car and drives off.

Inside in the living room, Rico is sitting on the sofa watching some weird TV show where girls wearing bikinis are dancing.

"You're ten minutes late." He mumbles not looking away from the screen.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." I roll my eyes as I journey up to my room, taking off my shoes in the process.

I change into my satin top and shorts climbing up to bed, all the incidents through the night fills my vision. It's the most free I have felt in ages.

And today without any trouble, sleep engulfs me. For once my heart is not heavy.

(TO BE CONTINUED)