XANDER VITTORIO LOVE STORY

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years

smells luring me to the kitchen where I find Mama and

the world – Mama baking

stern scowl. "Don't you dare try to steal

him over the past years as he's been training in Palawan Island to take his place in the Filipino Maf

able, eyeing the cake

coffee?" Ta

the girl who's like a

ers, and even though things were rocky

like it, creamy and sweet, and smile again

st sip of caffeine for the day, I

e of our birthdays. And she always bakes enough for a small vil

slice out of the freshly baked cake. "You'll live on pastries and desserts if I give you

an't promise anything," I chuckle. "This is why you bake extra." I give Mama

fixed on me as I t

ver my tongue, I let out a satisfied groan. My eyes close

laps her hands. "R

llow before asking, "Did you

dancing in her

I nod my approval, "it'

next to me. "Tell me how it tastes. Is there enough cream?

tly pat her back. "Ev

aryo asks as he com

Tanya answers, pride lighting up he

, then looks at me. Shaking his head, he mutters,

uth and groan again. "So goo

of Maryo, along with a much smaller sl

he loves more than Maryo. Before my parents adopted them, they were stuck in an o

melting cheese, and sliced sausages fills the air. Marc Vincent an

c," Mama says before

nd as Mama and Tanya set all the dishes on the table, Papa mu

!" Mama exclaims. "We always have

iving Mama an impatient

glancing around the table. "Come, come, more food coming." Getting up, Mama starts to make

your mama while we're

pa," she

s between Mr. Andre Vittorio and Papa. It was easier for both to switch from Mrs. Alica Vittori

burst by the time I stand up from the table. I press a kiss to Mama's ch

ays to Papa. "And lo

apa grumbles. "They

f warning. "They'll alw

house, and only once we've all piled into the armored SUV

h

ning. We've been assigned to a junior boss and follow him around like lost fucking puppies. So f

nt level especially if the girl ha

o, and we stare at ea

ncent has your back. Maryo and I, along wit

ri

you're told in the Demonyo Gang. I have to kidnap th

to the rice field-covered scenery passing us

, I ask, "What happens to

e'll be our hostage until Emmanuel either withdra

at can t

er question, "Will she be ke

N

ask yet another question, but

y with us,"

Mama is going t

oy they kidnapped, and Mama didn't

e for long,

ings will run as smoothly this time around. Or thi

pa demands. "Do as you're

we all answ

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