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MIA REGINA IS THE FIRST BOOK AND THIS ONE IS THE SECOND!

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I have stressed this sooooo many times yet some readers just ignore my Author's Note or don't read what I write in BOLD! But...

THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK IN THE TRILOGY, NOT FIRST!!!

Someone did it again and I don't know what to do anymore for people who just get to this one. I explained it multiple times in the earlier chapters too. It frustrates me as an author and gives me a mini heart attack 😂because you spoil so much for yourself and don't understand the full story and what happened at the start. I honestly get annoyed for you peeps. 😂 I'm not trying to bash anyone here (I adore every single one of you) but whatever I write in bold is for a reason. You can always skip the questions at the bottom but always read what I have to say above it or at the beginning of a chapter cuz it's probably important.

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(Arie's POV)

I squeezed my injured forearm despite the searing pain as Verona immediately pulled me to safety behind the door that accessed the stairwell. She breathed heavy in fear and whimpered holding her stitched wound.

"Just run!" she exclaimed, forcing me to skip up the steps easily, but she was a bit slow due to the pain it caused her, yet she tried her best.

Martina, the doctor from the castle, kicked down the door and fired off another shot, but I dragged Verona up with me before the bullet could hit either one of us. The shot wasn't loud at all considering the gun had a silencer attached to it, so no one probably heard the commotion.

          My thoughts were chaotic, to say the least. I didn't understand why she was targeting either one of us. I hadn't done anything, so it had to be Verona who she was after but shot me because of bad aim. Perhaps she was the one who attacked Verona the night of the costume party and also poisoned the porridge that Aria ate. It made sense. She arrived relatively late when Athena and I were trying to save Verona, so it could be quite possible that she was busy removing the big mickey mouse mascot costume. Considering she didn't try as hard to save Verona the way Athena and I did was also something that couldn't be overlooked. But the question remained as to why she'd do that and come public now?

          As Verona and I hurriedly climbed up another flight of stairs, I heard Martina press the trigger again, and as it turned out, the bitch was out of ammo. I held Verona's hand tighter and kept running so that she wasn't left behind.

          "Cazzo!" Martina cussed and chased us like a lunatic hungry for blood. Suddenly, she grabbed Verona's ankle and tripped her, hauling her body down the marble steps like a bag of trash. And on the way down, Verona busted her nose. "You're not escaping me again."

          The bitch turned Verona's body around and whipped out a knife from the pocket of her jeans. She raised her hand to strike Verona but I immediately jumped down the stairs and tackled the woman to the floor, knocking the knife from her grip. I landed a punch right to her purplish jaw that showcased signs of prior abuse. I continuously pounded her face in spite of my injured arm as adrenaline flooded every vein in me. She tried to block my attacking fists with her arms in front of her face before she brought her legs to her chest and forcefully kicked me down the flight of stairs, back to where we started.

          My body tumbled down them like a wooden barrel full of broken bones. Aching tingles burst in every section of my muscles that screamed of my pain. I squirmed on the cold floor and managed to glance up the steps where I saw Martina trying to embed the knife into Verona's chest, but Verona held onto the crazy woman's hands and attempted to stop her as I heard her cry out something in Italian that spoke of her pain and fear.

          Immediately, I got up to my feet and sprinted up the stairs to grab Martina by her disheveled hair and throw her down the same way she did to me. "You bitch!" she yelled as I leapt down and kicked her face to the wall.

          "Why are you doing this?" I bent down to grab her knife, but she instantly turned her body and nabbed the weapon for herself.

          "I have my reasons to kill you both." She rose to her feet and held the knife toward me in a threatening manner as we both breathed heavily. "Neither one of you will survive today."

          With that being said, she turned on her heel and pushed past the door, sprinting into the hallway she shot me in and leaving me absolutely puzzled. "What the hell?"

          I followed her out and saw her standing in the middle with the knife twirling between her fingers. "The stairwell was suffocating me." A vindictive smirk found its way to her lips. "I came to kill her actually. I was eventually going to come for you later, but the stars are working in my favor right now. Both obstacles will be eliminated today."

          I scoffed, rolling my shoulders back and taking a defensive stance. "Come at me, you pussy ass bitch."

***

(Leo's POV)

I stood beside Federigo and Zio Valerio, eyeing the leader of the Russian mafia with a vicious gaze as the guns of all men on the premise stayed intact on him. A wicked, cocky smile formed his face into that of a smug cunt's. He remained still, his hands leisurely resting in his pockets as six of his men stood guard behind him. Mine outnumbered them by a ridiculous amount, so he was a fool to step into my territory.

          "Orel Pavlov," Zio Valerio acknowledged the man and nodded. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

          "I'm here to attend the big wedding, of course," he answered in a deep, guttural voice that always rubbed me the wrong way with that strong Russian accent of his.

          "I don't remember inviting you," Wren spoke curtly.

          He smirked. "The bride's sister is always invited, isn't she?"

          "The sex change operation is coming along really well then, Cornelia," Eros remarked stoically which clearly irked Orel and made Gus chuckle immaturely.

Zachariah, however, was stuck on the sister part. "What do you mean?"

The devilish smile emerges on his face once again as his head tilts slightly. "Darling, come meet your father."

(Zoë Kravitz as Cornelia D'Angelo. Who missed her from EMB? 😂)

His men stepped aside and allowed Sophie's older sister, Cornelia, to come forward. Her hands fiddled a bit to her sides in fear of something or someone. Whether it was Orel or her father she was afraid of, I wasn't sure yet. And last I heard, she had taken off four years ago.

          Her black hair dangled an inch above her shoulders and scraped against her warm brown cheeks as she gazed at her father whose jaw clenched in anger. Standing next to Orel, she swallowed a bit and spoke, "Hi, Daddy."

          "Cornelia, what have you done?" Zachariah seethed as he stepped forward, but Orel immediately pulled the girl to his side and held tight.

          "I believe there's a lot you need to say to Cornelia, but we will all sit down and have a chat together," Orel laid down the condition and smiled, rubbing the girl's waist.

"I was talking to my daughter, not you."

Orel's smile widened. "You talk to my wife, you talk to me."

I sighed agitatedly and glared at the man as he kissed Cornelia's forehead, taking us all by surprise with the little piece of information.

"Wife?" Rome queried in disbelief while his little black pug barked.

"Roman." Cornelia's eyes enlarged, her lips breaking apart slightly. She sucked in a breath and immediately directed her gaze to the floor without another word.

"Well, my wife didn't want to come here after being away for years, but I thought why not get the family together?" His blue eyes fanned over every one of us standing in the area before they finally halted on mine. "And I haven't seen my dear friend in years."

          I scoffed. "We were never mates, Pavlov."

"C'mon, Leo. You, me, Astor, and Mike used to party together all the time. You cannot forget the good times now." He smirked, trying to get me riled up on purpose, but he dropped his smile and sighed instead. "I heard about Astor's doings, though. He was always the most sadistic one out of all of us. I had warned you about him but you didn't listen."

I lunged forward to break his smug jaw, but Federigo held me back. "Not now, boy," he warned me in a low whisper as Orel's lips quirked amusedly.

Jerking my father's strong hold off my arm, I glowered at the Russian man and stepped relatively close to him. "Since you heard everything, you probably heard how I ripped his head off too. Don't make me do that to you now."

          Orel's jaw clenched in vexation, but the man didn't retaliate with a comment that would have bullets piercing through him. "I come in peace. Trust me. I'm here only for the wedding, and I wouldn't dare try anything in your territory."

          "I'll be watching you like a hawk. Every move that you make, I'll know. Every time you eat, sleep, shit, I'll know. Everywhere you go, my men go with you. I'll make it hard for you to even breathe. So it's best if you leave right away. Don't make me start a war between our families by killing you."

"I have no ulterior motives here other than to enjoy the wedding. Cornelia missed her sister's first wedding and I'm just here making sure she doesn't miss the second one." Orel glanced at Cornelia then looked back at me. "Watch me all you want. I come with no ill will."

          "Why don't we ask the bride whether she wants her estranged sister to attend her wedding or not?" Athena came forward with a cunning smile as I stepped back to cool off a bit. "It's been a while, Pavlov."

          "Indeed." He removed his arm from Cornelia and exchanged a kiss on the cheek with Athena. "You look as breathtaking as ever, sweetheart."

          "I always do." With a finger on his chest, Athena pushed him back gently and looked at his wife. "Cornelia." She acknowledged the girl. "Can't say it's quite lovely to see you."

          Cornelia gritted her teeth and scowled at Athena over an old dispute, but she didn't breathe a venomous word in return. She kept quiet and lowered her eyes again, holding back her tongue.

"Well, we should move this party elsewhere before there's a bloodbath here," Gus suggested and trudged ahead with his hands in his pockets, glancing at Federigo. "I'll take care of this, Father."

          "Vincent, bring me Sophie," Federigo ordered Vince who immediately nodded and left to fetch the girl.

          Stepping away from the crowd, I pulled Wren with me with a subtle motion of my eyes as the chatter between Athena, Gus, and Orel continued. "Go with Gus and make sure that stronzo (asshole) doesn't stay here. I'm too tired for this bullshit."

          "I'm not gonna let him ruin my wedding," Wren swore and sauntered away, taking Orel and his men outside of the hotel to lead them to another location that didn't compromise the safety of my people.

          I would've dealt with that bastard myself and ended it within a matter of a few minutes, but I had barely rested my eyes in the last forty-eight hours and I needed to sleep for at least for an hour to function a bit better. And since Sophie was brought up, she should have a say in her sister's attendance during the wedding. Although I barely talked to that girl, she was a part of my family now. My little brother's soon-to-be-wife.

          I trusted Wren to make sure she didn't get swept away in emotions and let the Russian mafia stay. He knew what he needed to do. After all, if I were ever to become incapable of handling the throne or die, Wren would be next in line to rule the empire. Nonna and Gus would revolt with the others regarding Wren's ascension as the king, but he was as much Bonferroni as Gus, so the crown would rightfully be his considering I wouldn't have an heir to lead the empire in the future. Unless Belle took over because she was the second person to rule after me, but I knew she didn't want the throne and the headache it brought. She would make an exceptional queen just like Leona, though.

"Leo, go rest and take care of your wife. Augustus and Wren will handle this," Zio Valerio encouraged me to leave with a nod of his head, and I didn't waste a second to take off.

Mike accompanied me as he instructed the men to stay close to Orel and not follow us for the day. We sauntered down the quiet hallway alone as Orel's possible intentions ravaged my mind for answers.

"Why do you think he's here?" Mike questioned casually.

I sighed with a shrug of my shoulders. "To start a war clearly. He's stupid to step into my territory, though."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "There's no way that fucker is here to mend things after college."

That was a no-brainer. He wanted something or else he wouldn't be risking his life coming here. Admittedly, we had an unspoken truce and peace between our criminal organizations without much quarrel over the past several years since we fell out in college.

Orel's father was an enemy of my father's when he was the king, but Orel and I, coincidentally, attended Yale at the same time. At first, I didn't know he was the enemy's son, but I learned his identity soon enough. Despite our family dispute, we became mates, not too close but enough to hang out every now and then and not kill each other. Little did I know, he had ulterior motives and stole a piece of land from under my nose for his own father. I had sat on countless meetings with Federigo learning all about the business, but that particular deal was supposed to be my first solo one and that bastard ruined it all when I was so close to getting it done.

My father's wrath and disappointment at that moment made me want to kill every single member of the Pavlov family, however, I was advised not to by Astor himself, which is quite comical to me now. Federigo noticed that Astor knew how to play his cards right, think rationally during rough times, and also knew when to strike the enemy. He also figured that if he made relations with the Aguillard family, he'd get more territorial control in France and Ireland than the deal I failed to land. Hence the marriage between Astor and Belle. And it was the biggest regret we all had.

"I think he might be holding D'Angelo's daughter hostage," Mike spoke up, rattling me out of my pathetic thoughts.

"She looked scared without a doubt. Still, don't know whether she was scared of D'Angelo himself or Pavlov."

Too engrossed in talking, the both of us blew past the elevator mindlessly and kept walking without a care. We turned the corner and made our way in the direction of the stairwell instead.

"It has to be Pavlov. He's clearly using her to infiltrate our territory," Mike stated. "He might be threatening her with something which is why she hasn't said anything."

"If she's actually with Pavlov, we'll have to eliminate her with him too. We need to look at both possibilities."

"And if not?" he queried. "Do we rescue her or let her die?"

My nostrils released a long stretch of air with my mouth pursed into a rather lean line. Before I could tell him the plan for the other possibility, groans and rumbles of struggle violated my ears immediately, forcing me to sprint to the source of it; Mike following me suit.

Upon pivoting the corner, I witnessed Arie stabbing a knife into Martina's thigh who let out a piercing scream but still had Arie pinned to the wall with a constricting grip around her long neck. Arie's eyes got droopy in exhaustion, and with a lack of oxygen, her face turned redder and redder. My heart thumped behind my ribs so erratically that I could feel each thundering beat throughout my body. The rage that took over me was too ferocious for me to describe in any sane way other than the vivid thought of ripping Martina's head off.

Instantly getting to their side, Mike forcefully threw Martina to the floor as I came forward and prevented Arie from collapsing by holding her up with my arms around her waist. She coughed and took deep breaths, her fingers clasping onto my biceps for support as her lids battled to stay open.

          "Love, are you alright?" I asked worriedly, swiping her sweaty strands away before I finally spotted the bleeding wound on her upper arm. It was clear that a bullet grazed the flesh of it but didn't make a home inside which was good. However, seeing her like this, so wounded and hurt, tore my remaining heart into pieces that left me with a sorrow I couldn't comprehend. Knowing she was hurting made my body ache for her, cry for her, yearning to take her agony away, and seeing that I didn't have the power to do so squeezed my heart.

          With the uproar of my true emotions causing a ruckus in my head and heart, I forced the usual uncaring expression to my face that displayed absolutely nothing and masked my concern. "We should get you to the hospital," I said in a firm, stoic tone.

          "I just need to sit for a moment, please," she pleaded in a tiring and breathless manner, trying to push my arms away.

          I gave in to her request and assisted her to sit on the floor against the wall as I crouched down in front of her. She held her head in her trembling hands and huffed out a shaky breath as I saw her lips quivering and a single tear falling into her lap. My brows frowned as I felt her distress radiating off her body. Lifting her head with a finger under her chin, I gazed into her reddened eyes and wiped another tear that she let free. My thumb glided over her cheek softly, then under her lips to brush away the trail of blood.

          "This is not what I came here for," she shoved the words out through her teeth and pushed my comforting hands away, her brows pinning together in anger. "I didn't come here to go through this shit again; to live your hellish world all over again."

          "And why exactly do you think I let you go? Because I was tired of you?" I shook my head slowly and felt my body burning up in rage and sadness. "Because you wanted out. It was always about you and your needs and wants, not me. Never about me. You didn't want to be a part of my life and I made sure you weren't even though it wasn't what I wanted, but I understood where you were coming from."

          Her eyes softened as they stared at me incredulously. She opened her mouth a bit to say something, anything to fire back, but I got nothing in return.

          "And don't bother saying anything because there's no point in going further into the past than we need to." I leaned forward and put my hands around her to make her stand on her feet. "I'm going to get you to the hospital. After that, I'll have a jet ready for you. Take your brother and leave Italy tomorrow morning. Go back home where you're safe and away from this hell. Don't stay for the wedding and don't ever look back for your own sake, Arie, because people are out here to get me. And if they need to, they won't refrain from hurting you like today."

          "I never looked back for a reason, Leo," she stated, swallowing down her pain. "And I never will after I'm out of here."

          Her words would've stung if she was actually telling the truth.

          I cleared my throat and uttered, "Good for you."

          I glanced over my shoulder at Mike and watched him take Martina away, leaving me to take care of Arie all by myself. I didn't mind doing so, I never did, but being so close to her, touching her, holding her in my arms physically hurt my body because it knew that she wasn't mine to touch or hold, or to even nurture back to recovery. She was someone else's woman now.

          I had always imagined situations where one day I'd get to see her again. Not in my thoughts or dreams but in actuality, and now that it was true, it felt nothing more than surreal. My heart had so much to say to her, however, my mouth couldn't muster up the words at all. It was hilarious how life and my own body rendered me pathetic, sad, and everything miserable in the world around her. It had been more than four years since it all ended, yet I still hadn't gotten rid of my strong feelings for her. I suppressed them as much as I could to be fair to my wife who suffered enough, but those same feelings were cracking the glass surrounding my heart that thumped ballistically around her with a mind of its own. And I didn't like it one bit.

Nonetheless, I wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other one behind her knees to lift her up bridal style and carry her knowing she wouldn't be able to walk it out on her own. I felt her eyes carving holes into my face, but I didn't dare steal a glance. A second later, she gasped audibly and suddenly wiggled violently out of my arms.

          "Easy!" I held her tight to prevent her from busting her head open on a wall or the floor itself. "What are you doing?"

          "Martina wasn't after me," she informed me. "She was after Verona."

          My heart sunk to the floor. "Where is she?"

          "Stairwell."

          "You stay here," I ordered her and rushed toward the door that accessed the stairs. I barged through and skipped up the flight of stairs to reach Verona's side. She was on the floor, her body eerily still. Blood trickled out of her nostrils and also soaked her dress in the area that was right above her stitched wound which was clearly torn open again. A new small scar was drawn right below her collarbone too. I took a deep breath and dropped to my knees wishing she was breathing as I heard Arie's gentle steps getting louder.

          "Is she breathing?" Arie fretted, carefully kneeling by Verona's side.

          I put two fingers to her neck and searched for a pulse before I sighed in relief. "It's faint but it's there."

          Arie let out a relieved breath and smiled at me before my men finally decided to show up. "Are you all looking to get killed?" I threatened them with a fierce gaze. "Get me Dr. Tan right now, idioti (idiots)."

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          I discarded my suit jacket and stepped closer to Martina who was tied up to a steel chair. Her head hung back unconsciously as Mike filled me in on the details after I got back from the hospital where Arie and Verona were admitted. Arie was bandaged up and sleeping when I saw her on the hospital bed on my way back to the hotel.

          On the other hand, Verona's vitals had dropped dangerously. Her body had gotten increasingly weak after enduring so much physical pain and stress throughout her life that it felt like her immune system was beginning to deplete of fighting cells and shut off. And that was an honest fear of mine. The reason she was suffering was because of me and if she died due to that, I'd never be able to forgive myself for putting her through so much pain. I wanted to give her the happiest life she could ever imagine after she had undergone the tortures of Astor, but ever since I brought her out of hiding after four years for the wedding, the attacks on her started and I couldn't stand how helpless I felt.

      Felix worked hard to get her stable as usual. He was the only doctor she trusted fully and he had been her doctor ever since we got her back. Not to mention, he was her close friend like Athena and had also been in my own life since I was a kid as Zio Omer's best friend. For an unknown reason, Zio Omer and Felix weren't as close anymore and I never asked why.

"She escaped when the men came to greet Pavlov with guns. She tricked and killed the only guy keeping an eye on her," Mike informed me.

      Martina was the woman behind the attack on Verona at the party and also the one who poisoned the porridge that Zia Aria accidentally ate. She was caught after I asked the men two days ago at the palace to search everyone's belongings for anything suspicious. They found a blonde wig in her room that Zaya said she saw on the sketchy person lurking around the kitchen. A small bottle of arsenic was also hidden in her room under the mattress that was used to poison the porridge.

My first thought was that someone was trying to frame her because she had been in our organization since she was a child like many others and there wasn't any possible way that she would be behind such a thing. But when she was confronted, she confessed to it all with a sense of pride. The reason she did all that was because she was apparently in love with me. Of course, I'd be a fool to buy that.

"Vince," I called out his name and watched his face light up with a cynical grin. He was trigger happy as always.

Twirling a knife between his fingers, he went ahead and plunged it into Martina's thigh which jerked her awake with a shrilling scream. "Did I hurt you, baby?" Vince pouted and twisted the knife, causing her to cry out louder. "My bad, babe. My hand slipped."

We were on the floor under the hotel which was why no one could hear her mewling. Every hotel of mine in every country had this built in just in case I encountered such situations where I needed to resort to getting my hands a little bloody.

"Okay, that's enough," I commanded Vince to step back.

          "Yes, boss." He backed away immediately and allowed me to continue.

          "I get why you went after Verona, but why Arie?" She continued crying, but didn't answer me. I sighed and got closer to her. Without bending down, I caressed her cheek in soft strokes and lifted her head up gently. "Martina, don't make me hurt you more. Tell me why you went after Arie. That's all I'm asking."

          Silent tears rolled down her flushed cheek as she glared at me. "I would've killed your puttana (whore), but your mistress kept saving her. So I thought about killing them both at once and getting what I wanted; you all to myself."

          My fingers dug into the flesh around her neck. "You're the only puttana around here."

          She laughed menacingly through her tears. "You have a liking for money-hungry whores. One is your wife and the other is your mistress, whereas I love you with all my heart and would go to any length to keep those bad influences away from you."

          "Cut the shit!" I bellowed, squeezing her neck. "Tell me who put you up to this and I'll let you go. Was it my nonna?"

          "My heart put me up to it," she smiled.

          "Then it's only fair if I kill that heart of yours then."

          "It'd be an honor to die at your hands. The man I love."

          Her words irked me, making me snarl like a dog at the disgusting lies she was spouting like a smooth stream of river. "This is your last chance to give me the information I need."

          She squirmed uneasily and exhaled through her mouth. "I wish I could say someone was in cahoots with me."

          "Lies!" I exclaimed and let go of her neck with a rough jerk before turning around and pinching the bridge of my nose whilst barking orders at my men. "Put her on ice. She'll start babbling then."

          As I began walking toward the door, Martina spoke up once again. "This is the truth. You just can't accept that someone like me could make plans to kill your dirty whores. I will escape again, I promise you. And when I do, I'll make sure to burn them alive."

          My anger rattled in my chest and forced me to whip out my gun and lodge all the bullets into her chest that trembled with each intrusion of the piercing metal. The rage in me was still at its peak and killing her was clearly not enough for me to relax. I murdered her in the heat of the moment and the name of the person who lent her a hand also went away with her. Despite her constant confession to working alone, I had a greater feeling in my gut telling me that she was being untruthful. If I had to bet my money on anyone, it'd be nonna.

          "I don't think killing her was the best option," Mike voiced his opinion which I couldn't care less about.

          "Brother?" Wren called out as he entered the room with Gus.

          "It's almost midnight now and it took you that long to kick Pavlov out of the country?" I chided them as Gus hid behind Wren and pushed him forward.

          "Tell him, big bro," Gus encouraged Wren to tell me something that I already knew was going to be bad news.

          "Actually," Wren gulped in subtle fear and took a step back. "Orel Pavlov is staying."

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So on Instagram I asked people to either vote on Keira Knightly or Sarah Shahi for the cast of Wendy and the majority voted for New Wendy AKA Sarah Shahi. So I'm gonna change Wendy's cast from Keira to Sarah because I personally think Sarah would be better for Wendy and she looks a little like Arie than Keira does. BUT DO NOT GET ANY IDEAS FROM THIS! Wendy is still dead. I just felt like changing it. That's all.

I know I'm really late on this update but college has started which is keeping me really busy already and I also finished up 🔹ESCORT ME BABY🔹. I've gotten the final chapters out, but I still gotta do the epilogue which I will do after this chapter. I would like people to read that book to know what happened after the first few months when Arie and Leo separated. Cuz it'll have a part in there that I will not be putting into detail here, but that scene is highly important here. And also you'll get a peek into how Athena functions and her hellish struggles and why she is the way she is. I personally have grown to love her character so much that I can't say goodbye to her anytime soon. She has become my favorite. And you'll get a lot of insight into different characters that have come here from that book and also a story behind them that might confuse you a bit in this book but due to spoilers I can't reveal much about EMB here. So check it out if you haven't already. ❤️

Who would've guessed our dearest Cornelia to be married to the Russian mafia? Is Orel holding her against her will or what?

The interaction between Leo and Arie was brief but who enjoyed it? What do you guys think about it and their feelings?

Will Arie finally go home with Ashton now? Do you guys personally think she should leave?

Why do you guys think Felix and Omer fell out?

No one expected Martina to be behind the attacks. Who was surprised? Do you guys think she was lying?

And Mr. Pavlov is staying. Who's excited? Who would've thought the two organized crime leaders to be college buddies?

Thoughts on Verona?

Leo?

Or Arie?

Further comments and questions are always welcome ❤️

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