The Underboss

t anywhere

form. The collar was stiff and irritating against my sweaty neck. I had op

us from all the luxurious cars rolling in and out of the school parking lot. The show of status did not sit well with me

ts were

ake up for their absence. I didn't want or need the things my parents purchased me, but I wasn't about to be ungrateful.

ather thought I wa

g to go to Los Angeles to stud

on

d around him, noticing Nick's absence. The man was actually by himself. Even if I hadn't known Roman

se he insisted I call him 'Lucian' at dinner last week, I figured i

o be consumed by the strict life of business. Even if I was required to dress in a school uniform, I pulled it off in a careless manner. It was ruffled with deep wrinkle

our brother had something come up. I agreed

ow shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. By now, I would have thought I'd be used to it. "Alright," I agreed cautiously. Any other o

uldn't be getting in a car w

gic and gave a bitter smile.

o the parking lot. For sprouting all the complaints about my parents, and how the

l a treasured possession. It was a black Mercedes-AMG GT 4-door coupe, sleek, and so beautiful. It didn't matter that it had been pu

, assessing the car. "Hand

pockets, looking as casual and nonchalant as someone could possibly pull off. "You like it?" I raised m

ing it, I would j

man even sm

waiting for the other man to climb in the passenger seat. He was able

he inquired skeptically. "

answer enough for him. Nonetheless, I decided I would

is decent eye-candy," Romano continued easily, as if he cou

level, to drown him and any conversation attempts of conversation, out. In the end, I grudgingly turned i

this time in amusement, he continued. "Of course, you're also laid back, nonchalant. You like to defy the rich, even if you are the rich. I'd imagine yo