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importantkidspyfarm · 2 years

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Ramblings on 365 Days: This Day

SPOILERS! Duh. This is not in any order.

They listened! They got rid of that stiff ass wig. So happy. I could've lived with the new one it was more natural looking.

I wasn't expecting much but damn they gave us nothing. They took 50 minutes to introduce the plot. And even then it was rough.

How long after the tunnel accident was the wedding? Who was the pregnant lady on Massimo's side of the aisle? I'm assuming the new henchman is a cousin.

Not them banging before the wedding. Okay nasties.

I thought all of the wedding and was going to be a dream and L was gon' wake up in a dungeon with Anna opening the door with today's lunch and a recent article with a photo of him and her together.

How did she survive the tunnel. What was the accident? She came out unscathed but lost the baby?

I feel bad for Michele Morrone, he barely has any lines and his character is the only one that has an effect on the plot and we don't follow him.

We don't hear the vows! We hear nothing of the wedding! I can live without the vows but we never hear the priest say anything. Not even "Introducing mister and missus Torricelli" not even the reception of their first dance. No toasts from Olga or Domenico. No O catching the bouquet. Ugh. Maybe it's not a polish thing.

Laura's parents funny. They said "you chose this life with some man you've known a month, deal with it" got up and did a waltz like their only daughter isn't going through a marital crisis. Then mama confronts him with so much energy where was that at the ball.

Anna needed to be more apart of these movies from jump. Did Nachos dad kill Massimos dad? Mass' dad was right his son was not ready to be a Don. All the Spanish family and Anna's family have to do is wait the Toricelli empire is crumbling.

Not ho antics at the golf course!

The sex scenes weren't hitting like last time. I know that's why we all watched in the first place but the first one had something happening between them. That boat scene told a story. It was maybe perfect and these ones were just happening to happen.

Robo-mower.

Not them going to a beach mere feet from a smoking volcano. Do they not know that ALL VOLCANOES ARE OVERDUE FOR BIG ERUPTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STAY AWAY!!!!!!!

Nacho is hot but has creep face.

Were all the sex scenes with Nacho dreams?

You'd think being kidnapped once Laura would be more careful.

Lampone!

Domenico. Tongue.

How long have Mass and Dom been friends? They let that whip cream go in stride. Are you not embarrassed?

Did Olga use the clamp on him? Do your Kegels They work.

Who hired Nacho as the gardener? He didn't even lie about who he was. Who is Massimo's house manager? They need to be fired immediately. How do you not know who the eternal rivals heir apparent is? Also Massimo, have you never looked out the window?

Hoe long has he been the gardener? Days? Weeks? What was the plan? Have Nacho work for him until Mass finally looks at who the hell is on his staff. He's a mob boss he should know.

Not ho antics behind the bandstand! I live.

Massimo is learning. Laura said she missed working/the challenge of work and bought her a job.

The sex toys, where are they from and if I buy the whole set at once can I get 10% off.

I thought Massimo and Dom were going to drive into Laura with Nacho in that one scene.

So no one is going to acknowledge that Nacho showed up looking like a reject from a Ed Hardy/Christian Audigier runway, like a backup dancer for Christina's Dirrty era, like a fake Kevin Federline. Nobody? Just me? Okay.

What exactly is she in charge of at the label? Design? Management? The fashion house is it tacky or am I not rich enough to understand?

That triple six lies song (the kitchen scene) 👍

They introduce so many story lines and never follow them.

Was Nacho's sister his sister or his "sister"?

I wish we saw them as a married couple. Even fifty shades focused on their domestic life.

The scene when Laura walks in on Olga and Domenico was cute, get it girl, also I'm embarrassed.

"We're back to our normal life, baby girl." Normal for who? Not y'all. This all started with an abduction. Normal would be locking the bedroom door from the outside as he leaves.

How in the hell do Laura and Massimo converse? Both have other native tongues.

Not once did Laura ever inquire what was going on with the business. If he needed anything to relieve his stress. Like sis it's the least you could do instead of whining that he's always at work

If the mafia don tells you we need to leave you need to leave.

EVERY pair of sunglasses in this movie is fire as hell.

Massimo is stressed because of mafia stuff but never once do we know who, what, or why? Until the very end, and even then I'm not sure if those are connected.

Once again the soundtrack is bad and loud and distracting. There were more likable songs. This movie would benefit from muzak.

So Andriano is who killed the dad?

Didn't want or need to see dudes face get blown open. So, Anna had a plan to kidnap L from the party also? Why not just take her when she was stunned at watching you fuck her husband? Does she not have henchmen? What would have happened if Anna succeeded, what would Nacho and family have done? What if L decided to stay at Nacho's during the last meeting?

Wait!?! The Matos family is in cahoots on kidnapping Laura? But also not? Was there a double cross? Triple?

Tongues the movie. Let me go overseas and research if they all kiss like this.

I need to hear the sounds of sex. Playing music is great but I need to know they are real people. The scenes with Olga & Dom have natural sound why not Laura & Mass?

I am hot goddess [falls on face].

Laura too soft to be a mafia boss wife. She act so tough but has been easily kidnapped twice.

Nacho took her to a new house after the attack?

The heart condition. Where is it? I'm hoping it comes in to play in the next movie. The final act would've been a great time for it to comeback. Instead of her getting shot she could've had a cardiac event from all the stress of being kidnapped AGAIN. Held at gunpoint by her husband's coke-head twin brother and ex-lover. It's much more devastating.

Laura and Olga are living the dream. Two best friends marry best friends.

Did L and Nacho have sex or not?

Expanding? How Sway? Last movie they lost an entire shopping container of drugs.

Did his sister not know who Laura was? Is she aware of the family business?

What did they send Massimo on the phone?

Miss Laura maybe you need to be single. Went from Martin to Massimo to Nacho. Two of three were started with kidnappings.

Is the Matos family the reason Laura lost her baby?

Laura complaining about not wanting to be a kept woman. Boo! Shut up. Open an Etsy store. Get a hobby. Get a job. Hell she was in hotel management, promoted to GM. Open a hotel.

He gifted her a fashion line because she likes clothes. I like astronomy, don't mean I know how to run NASA!

Massimo should've hit Laura with that, "I'm working to keep your ass in Gucci and gold" (Zeke McCall, Love and Basketball), when she get to complaining about him working all the time.

Massimo, it's your house drop the towel, walk around naked. It's your right.

Does he ever smile? Not even on Christmas? At your wedding? Did he crack one when Dom and Olga got engaged? I know that's the character but a part of why we like this type of character is because when he's with her he's different. He smiles. He laughs. He cracks a joke. She just gifted you coochie, that's funny, smile.

Alright, she's worn this same set of Fiacchi drawers like eight times.

Dom is newly happily engaged while his BFF's marriage is falling apart. Ah!

I want the adventures of Olga.

Olga tossing other people's presents aside so she can give Domenico his. A reckless queen.

Pussy for Christmas? Thanks, I had it yesterday and (probably) this morning, but I guess you can never have too much? She couldn't have bought him a watch with an inscription or something? I can't lie, I hate buying gifts too, plus he rich as hell, what else was she supposed to give him?

All the dates with Nacho should've happened with Massimo. I need to see the love not the banging.

Didn't Mario betray Mass in the last movie, he's why Laura never makes it out of the tunnel (and lost the baby)? Why did he allow him to retire? Also wasn't he conspiring with Anna?

How did Adriano know she was pregnant? L only told Olga and she was only a few weeks pregnant by the time the accident happened and had not seen a doctor.

I need to see them be nice to each other. This was a lot of aggression.

I need the third book to come out so I can buy the set and get to reading to fill in some gaps.

My wife, his girlfriend, was taken and is in grave danger we must find her. [Leisurely model struts the entire way]

At some point this movie turned into a music video.

Is Nacho going to be a thorn in their relationship the next movie, cause he apparently has real feelings?

If they want to make a movie focusing on Olga and Domenico I'm down. They cute.

My rewatch of 365 Days

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namuhdasyrev · 2 years

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Me patiently waiting for the next 365 days to come out so I can get more fanfiction of Massimo to read COZ i just know girls are gonna be crazy for him!

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moviepixie · 2 years

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The Next 365 Days

subtitle: Laura the indecisive

Just like my previous post, this movie is very mature and contains a lot of s*x scenes. Please be aware. As always my reviews are a recap meaning they include spoilers. The review starts below the cut.

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In absolute honesty, It took me multiple sittings to finish this movie because I was cringing and getting frustrated the whole way. i don’t understand why these people keep getting funded while the other good movies are being cancelled.

Anyway, when I started this movie, I thought Laura had died because of how the previous movie ended and also due to the specific dialogue people were using. From Massimo to her best friend Olga, they were all using language suggesting that possibility, only to find out I was played and it was Massimo’s twin brother that died.

Anyway, this third movie had a bit more drama but was somehow more infuriating. One of the notable factors is that Laura did not tell Massimo that she cheated on him when she thought he cheated on her. She kept denying that anything happened and kept what happened away from him causing Massimo to grow considerably angry that she was keeping secrets from him.

When I asked myself what I would do in her situation, I thought of coming clean and then speaking about not knowing he had a twin. This would make him mad, but it would at least offer some insight. Laura on the other hand thought to keep it a secret and tell Olga that Nacho, the guy she cheated with was like a best friend to her when she took off with him! Which to me didn’t make any sense because they barely knew each other at all!

Anyway, Massimo had found out about Laura losing the baby and was considerably mad about her not telling him. The two had a fight which ended with Massimo breaking a glass on the floor and Laura remembering Nacho and still being in love with him. Her love for Nacho causes her to not want to have sex with Massimo as often and wished he was Nacho!

She soon meets Nacho by chance in Portugal while she was there for a fashion show. They go to Nacho’s house and after some cringe dialogue of “You can run away from me, but you can’t run away from your feelings”, the two have sex with each other. The next day, Laura goes back to her hotel in Portugal and sees Massimo inside, who asked her where she’d been and she threatened him with divorce and no closure. This was the most frustrating thing for me like sis was cheating on the dude and couldn’t even be honest about it. But Massimo was also on some yandere energy if I'm being fair.

Laura then goes to visit her parents to tell them she’s in love with Nacho. Her mum was so fed up that she had to smoke after deciding to be sober. The whole thing was just irritating but no joke, if I was Massimo and she chose Nacho, I would collect the company I gifted her for Christmas and be like “Tell Nacho to gift you another one, I don’t have money to waste”.

Anyway, Massimo finds out Laura cheated and Olga told Laura that Massimo knew. Laura then comes back to her home in Sicily. Nacho then goes undercover to pick up Laura at the airport. Like no matter what romance enthusiasts tell me, this dude was tryna get killed. Anywho, Laura comes goes to confront Massimo on the beach

We then find out that Massimo had known that Laura was cheating the whole time! He said that he was following the parable “If you love something, you must let it go”. Anyway, the movie ends with a cliffhanger about who Laura chooses.

This took a lot from me to watch and at some point, I was watching at 1.5x speed. I rate this movie a 3.68/10 because to me, it was a bit better than the previous one! What do you think about it? let me know in the comments.

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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Fire and Flame Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs skilled, she was also aware of who it was that had followed them, just the image of Massimo being helpless and view her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge. To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure also while getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before planting a peck on them.

“You are so… good, now go”

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rohinistuffx · 1 year

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Laura X Massimo edit ❤️✨

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fashionbooksmilano · 10 months

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magicalgirllove92 · 1 year

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You know, yesterday is the 30th anniversary of Backstreet Boys. While today's the 25th anniversary of another Mariah Carey banger. The romantic/sad ballad My All released on the radio. While NBC was causing a stink for cancelled Debris, the spiritual successor for The X-Files and the spiritual successor for Lost show Manifest (at least, Netflix rescue the show and ready for 2nd part of super-sized final season this summer) and released the goddamn tacky Jurassic World meets The Twilight Saga meets Land of the Lost meets Mase in Abyss mashup ripoff telenovela without the lovable characters, they have a balls when the network released the 2-part movie Merlin debuts on April 26th, 1998. After the mayhem hilarity cartoon-y of The Simpsons and King of the Hill on FOX, people in America have turned in to the now beloved NBC/Hallmark miniseries and felt amazed deeply within their bodies. Magic, villains, Frik the goblin, badass moments and pure (Thank God. No toxic romance Bella and Edward, Gavin and Eve and Massimo and Laura style detected) romance blooms between Merlin and Nimue. Pretty crazy 25th anniversary week of pure "no toxic crap" love power.

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loisfreakinglane · 2 years

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365 Days: This Day (2022, dir. Barbara Bialowas, Tomasz Mandes)

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importantkidspyfarm · 2 years

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The Next 365 Days (2022)

This series has been a rollercoaster. And this final installment has been a series of those slanting turns that feel like they will turn into loops but never do. That said I will miss this.

This is no real order. Just my brain processing what I'm watching.

Spoilers. Duh!

Massimo be threatening anybody.

So how long do you stay after the decree is handed down? Until either party can't handle the awkwardness?

Massimo won't bang her because she got shot, but had no problem banging her for hours when she had a heart condition.

Plot, actual plot!

Not shoes on the bed. oh no no no no!

Laura is dedicated to these Fiacchi drawers.

Shower in the same space as the master suite seems sexy, until Aunt Irma comes to visit and you've got a clot coming out.

What's the NDA like for house staff?

Be quiet? Sir they were behind a thin curtin in a metal tube, 20,000 feet in the air, listening to you get a very aggressive blow job from a random flight attendant. Trust and believe sex with your wife is the most normal thing they could hear.

Also there is an employee orgy in this movie.

I love the intimacy of Laura and Olga's friendship.

Once again, every pair of sunglasses is fire.

The music is better.

The Torricelli's are in the business of Drugs, clubs(dance, strip, & both), restaurants, gambling, blackmail, and wine. Diversify.

Labels restaurant bad, proceeds to show delicious looking food, attentive service and nice atmosphere.

No Domenico sexiness? Really no Domenico. Instead we get a bunch more Tommy. Who the fuck even is that? It's bull shit.

We should've seen Laura and Massimo dance together.

We never see them happy and domestic together.

That whispered "My fault". Whew.

Him carrying her to bed. Aww.

Smart houses. Bad idea. When the wifi goes out the house is done for.

Him in them low sitting black track pants go straight the vagina every time.

Mass: Leave.

Laura: Stay.

Me as the stripper:

Should've done a handy at the club. Also the song is good.

Not her happy and smiling in the Nacho fantasy. Uh oh.

Wake up head. The best.

No marmalade for you.

Who is Giuseppe and how is he still alive if he keeps fucking up?

Massimo in the shower. Give me more.

He tossed that band and them glasses down like a toddler.

What man thought having business meeting in strip clubs was cool? He needs to be on a list. That's weirdo behavior.

Someone get Olga a brush. Three movies and not once have they combed her hair.

They really said let's make Laura and her new business partner look exactly alike. I was so confused.

So much Domenico and Olga wedding planning only to see no wedding.

This was very light on the ho antics.

Why is Domenico not the guy at the tennis court. Tommy is a little too fresh with Massimo for me.

Since when did Olga start calling her Lari? 2 whole movies not once all of a sudden she never says Laura. Same for Olo.

Not this heffa shoulder checking my man. He has the right to be upset. He didn't cheat on you and you ran off with another man.

What the fuck is this coked up sex orgy? Are you all not coworkers. What's Monday like? *avoiding eyes because you're sure watching your colleague get his ass are made your dick just a little harder*

Blowhole tits gimp.

Tommy left so quick. He said, "I have a wife and a new born at home. Y'all be easy."

I love Massimo resisting temptation as he has flashbacks to the night at the club with Laura.

I'll hide you with my body. Proceeds to scream and draw attention to self.

Olga is not they type of friend you take everywhere.

I thought the designer was banging Nacho.

He was cute.

Why is Olga getting the fashion expo invitation. Why not the designer and why is she not going? What is Laura's position here?

The designer hates Laura. Why did she sell a portion of the business if she wasn't interested? Was it blackmail? Was she desperate for the money?

I'm genuinely upset that she cheated. On the verge of tears. I need to go touch grass

Thought that was Laura and Mass having make up sex. Very disappointed it was not.

The state of this hotel room. Clean it up.

Marcello! I thought his name was Ignacio hence Nacho. Maybe it's his middle name.

That's not his sister! They were necking.

I thought Domenico was going to show up with a sexy surprise for Olga. At least catch her flirting with other guys and fuck it out of her.

Three indecipherable accents. Polish, Italian, and Spanish.

Dream Nacho be putting it down.

That white dress was so boring.

The fashion show clothes were good.

Weren't they in Lagos for a business meeting?

Shadow of a man. He spent two weeks with her.

Finds out "brother" kidnapped and plotted to kill woman. Not speaking for a week is punishment enough.

Nacho keep him a job. Gardener, now cabbie.

Pacing! The lack of it is irritating.

They made Olga very annoying this movie.

Since when was Laura a motorcycle chick.

Her parents house is nice.

I'm not the only one who thought she was going to get in the fountain at Nachos house, right?

Real Nacho put it down.

This beach scene is giving the boat scene a run for its money.

"I'm not like him, I won't force you to do something". You got him there Nacho. Get your girl.

Did Mass see them fucking at the beach?

Ooh, mad Mass is kinda hot.

How is she mad at him? Not only did he not cheat on you, he also found out you were pregnant and lost the baby. Then finds out you're falling in love with someone else and he killed his twin brother. He is going through a lot. And still not once has she asked him how he's doing.

For a mafia dons wife she loves having him not know where she is. Idk about you but after two kidnappings and two murder attempts I'd want my husband to be able to find me.

That hotel stationery was nice.

Her crying after he leaves is a really good moment.

Where is the heart problem!?!?

Nacho describing how he fell in love with her. I'm crying.

Nacho risking all out war for this broad just to get that heart broke. Suck his dick from the back.

Why can't she have both? Let this woman live!

If you think your friends husband is going to kill her why are you letting her go back to the house?

Nacho is finna drive them off a cliff!

Not him getting out the cab. Oh he messy

I need Nacho to have a love interest outside of Laura and his sister.

Have the mom make pierogi. A callback.

They really cut the brat x daddy kink out after the first one. Which is weird because that’s what draws people to the series. Sure it’s not my thing (Laura get out the fountain, you’re an adult) but I’ll risk the kink occasionally. And sneaking out to go to dinners doesn’t count .

Mom is right, women should be a little selfish in relationships.

Are they about to kiss? OMG OMG OMG! Laura, you selfish bitch! Go back to sleep.

I for sure thought she was about to get kidnapped at lunch with her dad. By the nosy nuns.

Is Laura famous in Poland? Them nuns was staring hard. I know that one was Blanka.

Did Laura tell her parents the whole story or did she leave out both kidnappings? And the murders.

I know that's not how this ends. Where is their final sex scene?

I know the credits not about to roll.

Not with a bang but with an, "Are you back, Baby Girl?".

Massimo and Laura only have sex twice! And one fake out. That's bull shit. I didn't need to see the nameless designer bang fake Nacho.

When does that English translation of the third book come out because, baby, I need these plot holes filled.

I'm going to miss this series so much. Thank the gods for rewatching.

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coolcatkerr · 4 years

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Laura + Massimo | Shameless | 365 DNI

Song: Camila Cabello - Shameless

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

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moviepixie · 2 years

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Title: 365 Days: This day

Subtitle: Laura the drama queen

So, I want to start up by saying that this movie is very mature and contains s*x scenes and this review/ recap contains spoilers. That being said, we can get into the review.

You know the expression “It’s so bad and yet I can’t look away”, that completely describes this movie. 365 days: this day, is the second movie to the first movie 365 days. I have not watched the first movie and admittedly, I don’t think I missed a lot. First off, I’d like my readers to know that his film has a lot of languages, a few i remember and took note of are: Polish, Italian and English

The movie begins with our main girl Laura preparing for her wedding with our main love interest Massimo. It was looking like a small music video because we see her in her dress staring into the Oasis and smiling. Only to have sex with Massimo a few moments later before the wedding! Like what the actual hell! Have they not heard of the statement “it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding”? Anyway, Laura’s Bestfriend stumbles on the two of them, not too long after and breaks them up.

We are then fed the info dump about Laura having lost the baby that she was carrying for Massimo after an incident that happened in the first movie. She then proceeds to tell us that Massimo must never find out she was pregnant. And you’d think that this piece of information would play a vital role in the story, maybe a huge fight about openness or just her randomly blurting it out in an argument? No, that secret is just between her and her bestie.

Anyway, as someone who is completely new to the 365-day franchise, I thought that the first sex scene was just a part of a few and I would be felt with some steamy drama. Oh, boy was I wrong! I’ll tell you when it became apparent that I had signed myself up for a harsh awakening.

After the wedding, they go on their honeymoon, where they proceed to have sex in multiple locations, from their hotel to a golf course and so on. At this point, I felt like I was involuntarily thrust into their relationship. While they were having sex on their honeymoon, her bestie was in their house having sex with her husband’s assistant!

Anyway, Laura and Massimo both return to their home catching the two in the act though it is casually brushed over. They then are informed that Massimo arranged a trip for Laura and her bestie. And for some reason, Laura takes offence to it. To quote her, “Do you think I’m a piece of furniture that you can move around?”. I have never seen anyone in my life react to a fun trip.

Massimo soon has to get back to work after they return, what exactly that work is? I have no idea, he is a mafia boss and they don’t exactly have a job description. We soon find Laura getting angry that she does not work while living in Massimo’s house, she then brings up the fact that he kidnapped her (in the first movie I believe) and she likes working. To me, it’s like, why the hell did you marry him in the first place?

Anyway, this leads us to our next male lead, nacho. Nacho is a gardener for Massimo and meets Laura while on the job. They chat for a while about her being unhappy before he leaves her to get back to work.

During Christmas, Massimo gives Laura her own company to make her happy so that she can work. But Laura didn’t get Massimo a gift because he ‘has everything’ and decides to give him a special gift of..... you guessed it, sex. It’s like these people are freaking Rabbits at this point! It was the kinkiest thing I had ever seen. After the deed, Laura basically called Massimo a lonely dude and Massimo suddenly admits that he has a brother, to which Laura gets pissed off because he didn’t tell her. It’s like, sis, you clearly know little about this man and you married him?!

Anywho, fast-forward, they go to a banquet to which Laura acts like a pain in the but because she’s upset, Massimo then decides he needs to go see someone before they left. This leads to her walking in on him cheating on her. She then runs outside and is met with Nacho in a sports car outside who then agrees to take her away from the venue and to his house.

To this, I had to ask the question, how did a gardener have a sportscar and a big house? This dude was living lavishly from cutting some weed and trimming grass? Sign me up! Soon, we see a whole montage of them growing closer together while Massimo was looking all over for her. And as you might have guessed, nacho and Laura eventually have sex! Like girl, you do this every time!

Eventually, while in negotiation with Massimo, Nacho hands Laura over to the wrong set of guards, and Laura is soon in the possession of a different person entirely, Massimo’s twin brother! His twin, Adriano planned to use Laura against Massimo. And now, her two lovers were making haste to find her (technically, they were walking casually while the home girl was in danger).

After a lot of tension, Laura ends up getting shot while trying to break free in the exchange between all parties as well as Adriano.

Conclusion:

This movie was mostly short music videos and if you ask me, combining all the sex scenes together, would be longer than the amount of dialogue in this movie. In fact, Massimo and nacho rarely spoke in this movie at all! Overall this movie was way longer than it should have been and this summary cut down an almost 2-hour movie! Overall, watching this movie sends you through the spiral of, what could possibly happen next even though it is unbearable to watch. I am currently on the next movie, 365 days: Next day, so you can expect that review soon.

I can give this movie, 365 days: this day a solid 3.5/10. Because if I’m being 100% honest, my review made it sound a lot more interesting.

Leave your movie suggestions in the comments!

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Hither and Thither- 365 DNI fanfic

Summary: She saved him, in so many ways a man could be saved. Massimo x Laura.

Author’s Notes: I’ve uploaded this on AO3 & FF. I’m more active there, than here. Please check the sites for updates.

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CHAPTER 1

The Don was talking about something.

The gentle, raspy voice was contrary to the cunning, dangerous man his father could be.

"Molto bene, molto bene, Mario." His father exclaimed in that giddy tone and slapped the man's shoulder, sitting in the front passenger seat. The man gave his father's hand a reassuring squeeze.

He couldn't help but wonder if his father's animateness was a good or bad thing. Being in the family business, the terms are sometimes... interchanged, by certain and normal people anyway.

"What would we do without him?" His father, the Don Torricelli, continued, looking at him for acknowledgment.

"A couple of fun things, for a start." He jested, earning a chuckle from his father and Mario.

Mario was his father's most loyal friend and confidant. He was there ever since he can remember. He was practically family, almost like a second father to him. But he was the strictest man he knew, even stricter than his father. Though, not more dangerous.

He gave a deep sigh and settled in his seat, switching his attention to the familiar scenery of Cefalú.

The familiar streets and alleys blurred as they passed. Locals and tourists alike flooded the white sandy beach. Their big umbrellas providing color to the already-rich scenery. Food carts swarmed the shore, providing refreshments in the scorching Italian summer heat. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the heat.

Everyone one except him.

It was the heat. If there was one thing he hated more than disloyalty and disobedience, it was the fucking heat. He almost didn't want to come today because of it.

But he had to.

"It's part of learning the trade." Mario reminded him this morning— just as he had done on more than one occasion.

Not that he wasn't interested in what his father does—which he was, a hundred percent. But there was this, sort of, defiance. Knowing that the choices he wanted to make have already been made for him, gives him a compelling urge to rebel. To break free and try his own luck in the business.

He wanted to step in, take over, show his father what he's capable of. Show him, without words, that his son was ready to take over. He wanted to see the notorious Victorio Torricelli actually grow old.

He wanted his father to finally surrender his gun in exchange for a quiet life. Because, he was aware that a lot of people in their way of life don't and won't have the same option.

But, like a young cub, he's shunted of his efforts.

"Learn how to walk first before you can run, figlio."

Despite his personal afflictions in anything that involved emotions, he loved his father. He revered him more than anyone else. His father might be the only thing in this world he truly cared about.

And money, of course.

The car stopped at their destination; a restaurant in the middle of a marketplace, right at the heart of the town. He exchanged a disapproving look with Mario through the rearview mirror. It was unusual for the Don to pick such a public venue for a meeting.

He was not hiding his objection and tried persuading his father to change location since the day he knew.

"Pa, it's too public. You can't be serious."

"Ah, figlio. Always worrying about me."

And why shouldn't he?

When your father's the most feared, most dangerous man in Europe, you learn to sleep with a gun in your hand.

As accustomed, they waited for a few minutes for their detail to secure and check the place. He usually assisted them, but under this weather?

No fucking way.

Mario and his father fell into a quick conversation about when they were teenagers. His dad had retold countless stories about his and Mario's prime. Just two privileged Italian legacies, against the world.

"You remember those girls at the beach?"

"Ey! Didn't you sleep with one of them?" his dad chirped.

"No, I didn't!"

"You did! You son of a bitch!"

"I slept with two!" Mario carolled, making him think of something gross.

They laughed, that good-natured laugh, he could aways expect from them.

He only half listened and continued to ogle at the mundane events happening before him.

The crowd was a river of people from all walks of life. A riot of colorful clothes under a huge tent of different loots and merchandise.

Everyone seemed to move from all different directions. The cacophony of blabber outside reverberated even on his tinted windows. Heat radiated their jolly faces. He could easily spot the tourists by their awful hats and big ass cameras hanging around their neck. And the locals, with their loud and rude gesticulation.

There was music coming from the makeshift stage on the beach. A few sunburnt, drunk, and barely clad guests were swaying to the bass. If everything went as planned today, they could stay the night here and he could slip to the rave.

His eyes fell on the bookstand a few feet west from where their car was. A couple of skateboard punks wheezed through the stand. One of them nudged the corner of the table and mountains of books toppled on the sandy pavement. He could hear the owner screaming at the kids, who didn't even turn back. His face was crimson with anger, a book threatening to fly from his hairy hand.

A petite woman with dark hair scrunched under a floppy hat, approached him. Her light skin was a fair contrast to the blue summer ensemble she's donning. She squatted down to help the poor man.

It startled him for a second.

Kindness has always been a mystery to him.

To him, kindness was the coercive reaction and result to fear.

Nothing in this world has been ever genuine—he realized that from a very young age.

Must be a foreigner. He thought. No local could be that generous.

He watched as the man, who appeared flushed all of a sudden, stood up, books recovered under his arms. The lady, who still had her back to the car, offered her gathered books back to the vendor. She must have said something because the man was nodding in a very vigorous manner. She then proceeded to slide her fingers on the display of books.

The merchant was still staring at her with a stupid smile on his wrinkled face. The woman picked up a book. She showed it to the man who nodded and grabbed a bag from under the table.

He observed, with an amused and curious expression as the people passing by the tent all did a double take at the woman. Some women narrowed their eyes, as if envious while all men have sheepish grins on their faces.

He sat straighter in his seat.

Turn around, baby girl.

The woman was and completely in her own element. He found himself transfixed by the way she's skimming her slender fingers on the book stacks

He caught himself and frowned.

What the fuck?

"Cosa pensi, Massimo?" His father asked.

He whipped his head back to his father, and tried to look anything but distracted.

A knock rapped Mario's window, saving him from his father's inquisitive brow. Outside, Domenico, his half-brother, gave them an assuring nod.

Mario got out first, before him and his father. Perspiration trickled down his neck in an instant. His hair clung in clusters on his nape.

He cursed.

He couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy themselves when the weather was dry and as hot as a desert. He could feel the gravel smoldering beneath his shoes. He might as well ask one of his guards to fry an egg on the sidewalk to prove the point to his father.

His father knew how much he hated the Italian summer heat.

"Whoa! Hot! Hot" His dad smirked at him, a teasing glint in his eyes. He was fanning his hands with an exaggerated flair before an umbrella came to his aid.

He groaned and rolled his eyes at his father. Taking pride in himself that he was the only person allowed to do so.

Six men from the entourage, stood beside them as they walked towards the restaurant.

Upon entry, they're welcomed by the loud blabbers and aroma of Mediterranean dishes.

"Buon pomeriggio."

A tall, lean, olive-skinned woman greeted them, her dark eyes lingering on him the most. He removed his sunglasses and tucked in on his dress shirt.

He heard the woman's breath hitched.

He couldn't help the smug smirk that formed on his lips.

Mario stepped in. And the woman bowed her head, as if finally recognizing the dangerous men before her. In an instant, she cast her eyes down and moved out of the way.

May be I'll have my fun with her later.

Domenico lead them to a wooden staircase and outside the balcony. A couple of diners were there, seated under their own umbrellas. Cocktails, appetizers on hand.

Great. More parching heat.

He walked to a secluded tent in the corner, away from the impertinent eyes and ears of civilians.

Two men were already sitting under the canopy, waiting, looking angst.

As they should be.

They're negotiators for a new venture his dad was looking into.

They lowered their eyes as they shook his father's hand. Their adoration was plain on their faces.

But were they real though?

He learned that love and fear, like good and bad, have interchangeable terms.

In this lifestyle, anyway.

Their men spread out and around the perimeter. Their authoritative presence was alarming some of the guests, who didn't hesitate to up and left.

His father and Mario sat down across the two men. While he maintained his distance.

This particular time, he wasn't allowed to join them. Considering what happened last week, he's banned from all negotiations until further notice.

He stood over the railings to past the time and asked for the binoculars from his guard. He occupied himself with the arid and suburban landscape of Cefalu. The heat was emanating from all surfaces and buildings. It's making him even more thirsty than he was

"Get me a bottle of beer. Ice cold. Have that beautiful lady receptionist bring it up to me."

Alek, his guard ever since he was sixteen, nodded and left.

He was looking out into the water when he heard the heightened pitch of his dad. He put the equipment away and observed.

From the pronounced scowl on his father's face, he could assume that it won't be getting any better. His future plans to sneak out later this evening was automatically canceled.

His father stood up and raised his hand in a dismissive wave.

That was the end of the discussion.

He looked pissed.

But as soon as the Don met his gaze, the old man smiled, the corner of his eyes shining with mischief.

"Fucking opportunists." His father cussed, clapping him on the back.

"You want me to talk to them?"

The Don shook his head and glanced back. "Mario's handling it." He gestured to the binoculars. "We don't want you threatening them away again, do we, son?"

He simpered, "But it's so much fun."

"Figlio, sometimes, you have to compromise. We have to make sure that we have certain people on our side exactly when we need them to be."

"I don't think you need anything or anyone else anymore."

His father laughed, removing the binocs from his face. "Have I thought you nothing?"

That's when he realized what how he must have sounded.

"Non accontentarti mai, anche se hai tutto, Massimo." His dad reiterated, forcing another smile from him. "Don't ever-"

"Don't ever settle. Even if you have everything." he repeated. "I know Pa, I know. My bad."

His father grabbed his shoulders so he was facing him. "And you do your best not to forget it."

He beamed down at him. "Sì."

His father cupped his face, like when he was a kid. The dark eyes, feared by many, gleamed with a raw and familiar with emotion.

And he knew why; he has his mother's eyes. His father often told him that he could still see her stubbornness alight in them every time they talk. He placed a hand on his father's forearm.

"You're-" He heard a sharp whoosh of wind and his father's sentence abruptly stopped. The paternal smile faded and a shocked expression replaced it.

His mind and body went numb.

Behind them, someone shouted. And chaos breaks.

He held his father. One hand on his shoulder, the other on the gushing wound staining his chest.

What's happening?

He was trying to keep them upright, but he felt weak, like someone's, something, was sucking the life out of him. His father slipped from his hands and dropped on his back.

His world went into a complete standstill.

A tight, burning pressure permeated from his torso and he fell down. Arms splayed out, the bright, yellow sun, blinding him.

The men were running, their guns poised in the air. The guests on the balcony scrambled down the staircase, screaming their heads off. He saw a flash of blue before he heard Mario shouted different orders to the men.

He closed his eyes and tasted the rust on his tongue. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound ever came. A pain shoot from his side, like a thousand hot electric needles pricking him. His muscles were tense. He was sweating, but at the same time felt like someone poured a bucket of ice cold water on him. He coughed and thick, warm liquid spurted out of his mouth.

No.

He became aware of his heartbeat slowing down, its weak thumps vibrating in his ears. The excruciating pain doubled, paralyzing him even more. His breathing became shallow, fast, gasps. He heard his name shouted over the dry wind.

Domenico.

Domenico crouched down and shook him. He slapped his face, his expression livid.

He and Domenico loved wrestling and kick-boxing, since they were kids. Being older and bigger than Nico, gave him a huge disadvantage; he always wins. Nico doesn't have a chance.

He almost wanted to taunt his brother and point out that this is the first time he couldn't get up to beat his ass.

"Wake up!" He grabbed the lapels of his shirt, pulling him up. "Don't you dare die on me!"

He winced, both from the pain, shaking his entire body and his little brother's trembling voice.

Idiot.

Leave me alone, Nico.

He never felt so exhausted.

Papa, Go to Papa.

He wanted to sleep.

Leave me be.

He just wanted to fucking sleep.

Domenico stopped shaking him. Somebody from behind grabbed his brother away. Domenico cried out, struggling to get back.

Get him out of here. Get both them out of here.

He closed his eyes and swallowed. He heard voices, so many voices. But they're muffled, like someone put cotton in his ears, drowning him out. He could feel each footfall vibrating on the ground. Somehow, he couldn't feel the heat he felt from it earlier.

He only felt the cold.

Good. I hate the fucking summer.

Everybody seemed to have abandoned him.

Finally.

He wanted to rest.

Time to rest.

But then, a shadow fell above his closed eyes, blocking out the blistering sun. A warm, soft hand touched his, raised it and pressed it on his chest. He felt it ran over his face, leaving tingling, warm impression.

It surprised him.

Without warning whatsoever, the warm, comforting sensation pulled him back. Away from the cold, drab void sucking him.

Then, the warmth left him, as swiftly as it came.

No.

Come back.

It was a struggle to open his eyes. But he did.

He blinked and sees someone, a woman, hovering over him.

Why does she look so familiar?

Then it hit him.

The woman in the bookshop.

The moment his eyes focused on her, she seemed relieved.

He felt it resonate through him.

Somehow, she appeared brighter, more unbearable to look at than the fucking sun above them.

She removed her floppy hat, placed it behind his head and used it as a cushion. She smiled down at him. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear what she was saying.

He concentrated on her dark eyes, and even darker, almost, raven hair, flowing freely over the wind. Her lips were pink and soft as a carnation in full bloom. Her nose, tall and prominent. Her jaws, chiseled to look at but felt so delicate to touch.

He felt the remaining air knocked out of him.

He wanted to reach up and caress her beautiful face, but his body wasn't cooperating with him at the moment. Because everything hurts.

Everything fucking hurts.

The woman worked above him. He couldn't tell what she was doing. But his eyes bulged out of its sockets when he felt her, pressing her hand, hard, on his side.

He looked down and saw her holding a blood-soaked napkin on his torso. A sharp pain lanced through him, making him bite on his tongue. He closed his fist around hers.

Please, stop.

The woman cradled his head, soothing him. Her sweet, but firm voice, muffled by the pain. "We have to keep applying pressure. You're alright. You're okay."

The discomfort from his side was making it harder to think. He saw colorful spots flashed before his eyes, merging and splitting into thousand circular patterns. He let out a strangled scream and held the woman's wrist.

Make it stop.

"I'm sorry, I know it hurts. But I have to, okay?"

Her face swam back into focus again, clearer than everything and everyone else.

Her hair was falling around her face. He wondered what her hair would feel like wrapped around his finger. He wanted to tuck it behind her ear and see her blush.

He wanted to see it more than anything else.

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." He heard her cooed through the haze before then she roared, "You work for him?!" Her voice as sharp as her face.

"Ye-yes." He recognized Alek's voice, the only one in his men who can speak English.

"Okay!... Bring me a flat surface... No… I don't care! Break the table, if you have to! He needs to be lying down!"

He never heard someone yelled at his men like that, not even his father, not even him. This tiny woman was barking orders to his people like she fucking owns them.

Atta, girl.

He felt his body spasm out of control; he was trembling again. This time, it's more unnerving than the last. The consciousness, he was trying his best to hold on to was slipping.

He was falling through the empty, dark space again; the space he knew was reserved for people like him.

"Hey! Hey! I'm here! I'm here!" she shouted at him, raking her fingers through his hair.

That felt good.

"Look at me."

And he did.

Her eyes were enthralling, it felt like they were the only thing keeping him here. It felt like it would hurt more to look away.

What color are they? He mused.

A flashback appeared before his eyes- a forgotten memory. He's eight again. He's baking. His mom was laughing beside him. He missed her laugh. She was letting him whisk the melted dark chocolate for the cake. She dipped her fingers in the bowl and bopped him on the nose.

Mamma.

"No, no no." he heard the raven-haired woman again. Her voice, disembodied like she's talking from behind a veil.

The wonderful slender fingers stroke his jaw again, like she did those books. "Stay with me." she said. Her tone was the borderline between a plead and a direct order.

He wanted to laugh. Nobody orders him around. But he did as he's told.

"That's it. Eyes on me." She uttered with her big, penetrating eyes.

Gray. Her eyes were gray, like the color of a giant sea storm.

"Where's that table?!" she howled again.

He kept his gaze on her, trying to name and decipher all the grays in her eyes.

If his life wasn't ebbing away, he would've found the situation ludicrous. The great Massimo Torricelli was finally taking his time gazing at someone else's eyes for the very first time.

And the last time.

How fucking twisted is that?

"Stay with me. Stay with me. They're coming." She whispered. One hand was holding his head up, the other was still in the gnashing bullet wound, applying pressure. The blood spilling from him was staining the blue romper she's wearing. He felt sorry. Why does he always have to destroy beautiful things?

I'm sorry. He almost wanted to say.

Dying really does bring the firsts out of people.

"Hurry up!"

He stared at her beautiful, angelic face, committing everything in his memory.

"Stay with me." she murmured again, flicking her eyes to his face and wound every now and then.

His dry lips cracked into an agonized smile. He wanted to comfort her, tell her it's alright.

But he knew.

He'd always known.

From the very first time he pulled the trigger.

Nobody's coming to save the devil.

He stopped believing in God decades ago. But in these few moments of limbo, he realized that this- seeing her for the first and last time- was the cruelest punishment he could ever have.

He clutched her hand with his shaky ones, rallied the remaining power in his body and choked, "Mio Angelo."

And the darkness welcomed him, like the prodigal son that he was.

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5 years later.

Warsaw, Poland

-I'm so sorry. I'll come over tomorrow. I promise, B.

She received the reply a few seconds later:

-Girl, it's okay. I have my wine and a half naked Paul Wesley on tv. It's fine, I'm not thinking about whatishface.

She texted back, guilt shrouding her:

-Are you sure it's okay?

Again, she didn't wait a second for her response.

-I am! Go and kick their ass, Laura. x

The text elicited a smile from her. She shoved her phone in her bag and storms the elevator.

Furious was an understatement.

She's supposed to have dinner with one of her best friends tonight. But because David Sawicki can't do his job properly, she's stuck here for the next hour. She heard the echoes of her most prized heels on the floor tile. Her fists clenched beside her, her lips pursed in a straight line. She felt the anger emitting like, from her skin.

The employees on either side of her parted and flattened themselves on the walls. She made her way to the board room, avoiding anyone's judgmental gaze.

They don't know what happened. Let them look.

She reached the heavy wooden door of the conference room and pushed. There were only four people in the room.

"Good evening, Miss Biel." Oskar, the PR manager greeted. She returned his warm smile and sat on the empty swivel chair next to him.

James, the head of their security sat in the nearest chair by the door. Marissa, the senior head's secretary was eyeing up the bastard sitting across her. But Sawicki was ignoring her. He was ignoring everyone in the room, except her.

She met his belittling gaze.

"Have you packed your shit already, Miss Biel?"

She sneered back at him. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that question?"

Before he could make a comeback, the doors opened and the senior head entered.

"Good evening." Hayden Marek addressed the room, his eyes glued on the stack of folder he's holding.

Without further ado, he took his seat at the center of the table. "Now, can anyone please explain to me what the hell happened yesterday-"

The room was quiet. Her eyes remained on Sawicki, challenging and unfaltering.

Marek raised his voice. "-And how the fuck did it happen?!"

Sawicki was quick to point fingers—as the child that he always has been. "Why should we ask Miss Biel? Excuse my language, but one needs to have balls to have this job."

The room turned to her.

"Miss Biel?"

"First of all, it's not my fault." She started, cool, calm, and collected.

"Listen, Ma'am-" Sawicki butted in.

"I haven't finished yet." She hissed at Sawicki. "As I was saying Mr. Marek, it's not my fault. I'm in charge of bookings and reservations. It has never been my job to temper rowdy customers."

She narrowed her eyes at Sawecki. "And I think you should explain to us, why in the entire building there are only two security guards in the building? I remember explicitly suggesting that we need more. Since the band is Beatles level famous. I remember telling you that at our briefing, Mr. Sawecki."

Beside her, she could feel her friend trying to hide his smile.

"I booked the band at our hotel on purpose. They're at the top of their game and we need the publicity. We gave them and their team the best rooms. We even closed down the bar and buffet room to give them their privacy. Me and my team went to them ourselves and asked for anything they might need. Even if it's not part of our job."

She continued, holding everyone's attention. "Everything was going smoothly, until a roadie got past security and caused a scene. One of the members got mad because we promised them privacy."

Sawicki was speechless. He knew the story himself, having happened before his eyes.

"The roadie sent messages, bragging how she got in. And before we knew it, a legion of slutty teenagers bombarded the lobby. The band barely got out. If it weren't for the efforts of my team. I dealt with the press and strategized a new approach so we wouldn't lose our loyal customers and patrons. I'm proud to say that we are now booked for the next four weekends." She slid the reports to Marek, whose eyes widened at the numbers at the bottom part of the paper.

Yes, keep the ugly, greedy man fat with money.

Marek averted his annoyance to Sawecki. "You, in my office. Right away." And he stood to leave, James and Marissa followed him.

She leaned forward, elbows flat on the table. "This is exactly you need balls for."

Sawecki glowered at her before turning his leave.

Oskar clapped a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Good job, girl." And he too left, leaving her alone in the big, cold conference room.

She gave him another amiable smile, hoping it'll ease the tension in her chest.

Unlike many, Oskar is different. She felt at ease with the old man. Oskar was probably her only friend in this building. Most of them either feared her or wished her out.

They were unsuccessful with that last part.

But she has to admit, she's tired of this. Men constantly disparaging her and her achievements.

Because of what? Her gender?

Unlike those dumbasses she met in med school, she presumed that men in the hospitality sector would be more... non-discriminatory. But no. All men appear to be the same sensitive, egotistical and easily threatened rats she experienced them to be.

Yes. Even her boyfriend fit the bill, sometimes.

Men always tell society that they need strong, intelligent, independent women. But what they really want were cheerleaders. Someone to boost and feed their ego.

She exhaled the deep breath she was holding.

Calm down, Laura.

To distract herself, she checked her phone for the very first time since lunch.

Still no messages from Martin.

"How surprising." she scoffed.

She has never been the clingy type, but a simple short text after a long day at work would ease her stress.

She and Martin had been dating for four years already.

He came up to her at a hotel event and made an actual fool of himself to get her attention. She thought it was cute. Two years into the relationship, she sold her apartment and moved in with him. One year of living together, he proposed. And to this day, she didn't know what came over her to say yes.

For the past few months, they've been having more arguments. His reason? She's spending way too much hours with her work and no time for him at all. And she felt guilty, because it's true.

Thus, she's been trying to redeem herself. She tried to come home early, prepare his food and do other stereotypical duties of a good fiancé. But still felt... insufficient. Like something was missing.

Olga was having none of it. She hated the man. Unlike Bianka, she has never warmed up to Martin, even after all theses years. "You fool, don't settle for that lazy, bald freak. You're not his maid. Let him wash his own smelly gartered underwear." and she added, for good measure,

"Passion is essential to every relationship, as important as love."

Olga was always the voice of reason- whenever she wanted to be,

But she loves Martin.

She felt passionate about him.

She loves him.

Right?

If that wasn't love, why did she buy their tickets to Sicily for her birthday weekend? Why did she booked those romantic getaways? Martin was pretty excited about it.

That's love.

"I love him." she convinced herself. "You love Martin, Laura. Stop overthinking it."

The door creaked open again and the maintenance guy went in, pushing his mop cart. The man stopped and apologized.

"Przepraszam, Miss Laura. I thought it's empty."

"No, no. It's fine. I was just leaving" She smiled and gather her things. "Have a good night."

"You too, miss."

The floor was now empty, except for the cleaners who waved in her direction. She waved back, sincere and friendly.

As she was about to press the elevator button, when Oskar called her from the doorway of his office.

"Laura?"

She turned. "Mmm?"

"Marek told me that he wants to meet with you tomorrow. His office at 4."

"What?" She couldn't help but the thrill in ringing in her voice. But she toned it down. "Why?"

Her friend jiggled his eyebrows at her. "I don't know. Marek called me to say that Sawecki no longer works here. The General Manager position is open."

Laura squealed and hugged the man. She has not been working her ass off for four years to settle for the beta position. She knew she deserved so much more than what they're already giving her.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Hey, all you sweetheart." Oskar kissed both her cheeks. "As an early gift, I have my driver take you home."

"What, no-"

"No buts. Besides, I have a date. A very hot date."

"Oh! Where'd you meet him?" She teased.

"Now you know that I don't kiss and tell, Laura sweetie."

"Kinky! I love it."

"Now get your ass out of here, Conrad is already in the lobby."

"Thank you so much." She enveloped him another tight hug before hurrying down the elevator.

Her mind was still reeling from, the possibilities of her promotion. She went over her mental list of the changes she could make to the management. This was probably the best birthday present she's ever had in years.

As he promised, Oskar's driver was waiting for her. Conrad has always been shy around her. He was standing by the passenger door and opened it as she approached.

"Dziękuję Ci." She smiled.

The man turned pink and nodded.

She didn't need to tell him the directions since Oskar has offered to take her home countless of times. Most of those times were, when Martin forgets to pick her up.

It wasn't a long ride, only a good thirty minutes—including the traffic. She could take the cab, if they weren't too damn expensive this time of year. If the bus fumes wouldn't kill her, she would literally take the bus every single day.

She was in her third year of MED school when her grandmother fell ill and died. Due to debt and budget constrictions, she's forced to quit the one thing she cared about the most.

She loved medicine, she loved studying it. The lengthy explanations, crucial step by step procedures, the jargons appealed to her.

With the death of her grandmama and her quitting medicine, she had a relapse and fell into a mild depression.

That's when her body developed it.

She was out with Olga that day she first fainted. She thought it was only panic attacks but it became more frequent. She consulted her doctor and found out she has Supraventricular Tachycardia. In simpler terms, she has a heart palpitations. That meant that her heart was beating more than it normally should. Her condition causes her to, sometimes, pass out and hyperventilate. This prevented her from engaging in strenuous exercises, smoking, stressful situations and caffeine.

She hated it. Everyone who knew has treated her like she's something fragile, like, she'll break at the tiniest push. It was disconcerting. So, she decided to keep it a secret, that even her parents didn't know.

She had no plans to tell Martin because it might affect their relationship—which it did. He accidentally found out a few months after they moved in together.

She couldn't tell anyone at work, except of course, the HR manager. She couldn't let assholes like David Sawicki get the slightest indication that there's a chink within her armor.

The only persons who do know were her college best friends, Bianka and Olga, and her doctor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Martin.

Finally.

Hey honey, I'm coming late from work. Don't wait up for me.

Wanting to prove to herself that what she felt for him was still valid, Laura smiled deviously. She glanced in the rear view mirror to make sure Conrad wasn't looking where wasn't supposed to.

She unbuttoned her blouse, down to the last three buttons. She recorded a video and captioned it with:

Aww. But they miss you.

When he didn't reply in the first three minutes, she sent him another. She hiked her skirt to her upper thighs, widened her thighs and snapped a picture.

I miss you.

She was feeling hot that she slid her fingers on her inner thighs. She kept her moans to herself.

She waited for his reply, but it didn't come. Not even when she reached their apartment.

The frustration was twisting her abdomen, evil and needy. Martin's coming off late ever since... she couldn't remember.

A few weeks ago, he's required to put extra hours for the insurance firm he's working for. It was a slap to her face; she's finally having a taste of her own medicine. But she didn't pressure him on it. Nor complain to him about it. She loved a hard-working man. Besides, that way, he could finally get off her back for doing the same.

But as a consequence, she's left… dry and unsatisfied. With only her toys and fingers for company.

She sighed and threw her bag on the hook, and shook her hair out of her bun.

She took a quick look around.

At least, he left the apartment clean before he left this morning.

Martin was the messiest person she knew. Seriously, how hard is it to throw your wet towel in the dryer? Or put the scissors back where he got it from?

The knot in her abdomen tightened and she bit her lip. She went to check on her phone.

Still nothing from Martin.

She called him, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Oh, fuck it."

She poured herself a glass of wine before going to their bedroom. Even though she's alone in the apartment, she closed the door as a form of habit.

Martin doesn't like it when she pleasured herself.

She pulled out her special drawer and grabbed the black toy hidden among her sweat pants. The sight of it alone made her insides clenched in excitement. She took s huge gulp of wine and began to undress herself.

Her fingers traced her curves, slowly. The pads of her thumbs brushed over her nipples. She let out the loud moan she's been holding in the car before she switched the vibrator on.

The buzzing filled her ears, making the fire in her belly burn even more. She grazed it over her bra. Her nipples erected in their lacey confine. She removesd the clasp of her bra, to her own slow pace, and shimmied out her drenched undies. She lay on the bed.

There were certain advantages of studying medicine. Aside from treating other people part, this was one of them.

Shew was gasping now. Her hand was rolling the toy over the sensitive spot. Just the right amount of roughness, if not, more. Something Martin could never do, no matter how many times she told him how.

Her moans rocked their stilled apartment. She arched her back as she pumped against her own palm, using her legs and feet to meet her strokes.

She bit the back of her hand as she felt the white heat dripping from her. Her back landed back on the mattress and she waited for her heart to slow down.

But she knew she could take more.

God.

She could take so much more.

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