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Monte Vista Stories | 2.26. What Friends Are For

Content Warning: this chapter has descriptions of violence as well as visible injuries. The language gets rather vulgar as well (not that that’s news).

Enzo loved Lorenzo’s house. It was much smaller than his own, chiefly made of wood and with lots of greenery around it. He had been coming there since he was a child, though the time he had been allowed to spend there was limited.

His father didn’t care for the Sartore family and that was probably because they were very strange people. They smiled a lot—too much, said many of their friends—and they laughed sometimes inappropriately often. Still, Enzo couldn’t quite find it in him to feel the same kind of disdain for them that the rest of his circles did.

Ms. Sartore doted on all of Lorenzo’s friends and though Enzo had been shocked the first few times she hugged him goodbye, he had come to like her and Lorenzo had become a fixture in his life no matter how little his father liked it. It was one of very few points of disobedience, apart from his nightly outings.

There was nobody but Lorenzo he could imagine talking to about finding his mother, even though his best friend didn’t seem fond of the idea.

“Are you sure you want to do it?” he kept asking as they walked through the garden, discussing what Enzo had planned.

“I’m sure.”

“You’ve just already gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, man.”

“If I succeed, she’ll come back and then I’m sure I can take any punishment. It’ll be the last time I ever do anything like this.”

They stopped on a mossy, rocky garden path that was still damp after yesterday’s rain. The sky had turned a startling blue, as if it wanted to encourage his plans. It was more than could be said for his friend.

“I don’t know,” Lorenzo said, “I still feel bad about the car thing.”

“That wasn’t your fault, it was my idea.”

“Yes, but we both—”

“Please, I just need to borrow a little bit of money for transportation. I’m not doing anything illegal this time. I’m trying to set things right.”

“I’ll lend you the money sure, but… shouldn’t you leave it to your dad?”

Lorenzo rubbed his neck and Enzo sighed. He refused to understand that it was Enzo who had made his mother leave. No matter how many times he tried to explain, he kept saying that it was probably not all there was to it.

“It has to be me,” Enzo said.

“If you’re sure… okay.”

Enzo, in a rare moment of sentimentality, hugged his friend. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t think about it. That’s what friends are for.”

“His parents are leaving, right?” asked Carlotta, who was pressed up against the wall while Gina crouched on the ground and kept watch.

A big, expensive car reversed out of the driveway and Gina nodded.

“You were right.”

How did you know? Gina thought, but she pushed the question down for another time. She suspected she would never really know how the other girl was so knowledgeable. They had worked on the plan for a couple of days. Carlotta gathered information and everything she had found was spot on. Honestly, she reminded Gina of her dad’s righthand man, Franco, who also magically knew everything.

“I’m going to call Doriano and ask if he wants to see me,” Gina said. “Then if he says yes I head in and if he says no, I can disable the alarm and pick the lock.”

“And then you let me in,” Carlotta said.

Gina called Doriano and made sure to sound as disgustingly into him as before. It was the hardest act she had ever pulled. She hated talking about how much she missed him, how much she wanted him, and she hated how pleased he sounded with himself. She would never understand how she missed the smug, self-satisfied purr he used when he talked to her. Thankfully, he was convinced she was under his spell, so it wasn’t hard to convince him to let her visit even though she could hear the strain in her own voice.

When she hung up, her hands were shaking with rage. It would be good to tear into him. She stood up and felt Carlotta’s hand on her shoulder.

“You just need to get us in, then you’ll never have to be nice to him again.”

Gina nodded and her eyes met Carlotta’s in the half dark. Like she had in the previous days, she felt a kinship with Carlotta that surprised her. The two of them couldn’t be more different and yet here they were—scheming together like it was all they had ever done.

“All right,” Gina said. “Let’s do it.”

With Lorenzo’s money tucked safely into his pocket, Enzo snuck out that evening. It was much colder now than when he had last been sneaking out of the house. In the summer, it had been warm enough that he had worn only thin shirts, but autumn had truly rolled in.

He had considered dressing properly in a suit—it would show his mother that he was good and maybe make his arguments more convincing—but he couldn’t stand his stiff formal clothes for a long train ride. Besides, he would only draw excess attention, walking around her neighbourhood in his finest clothes. He wasn’t even sure he could find her. All he had was the mason’s address and he had to hope that she lived with him. Enzo could see a bitter sort of irony in the fact that the mason lived near Monte Vista, but he didn’t allow himself to think of Gina right now.

He unlocked the front door and paused for a second when a fierce wind hit him and nearly tore the door handle out of his grasp. It was cold, much colder than he had expected. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get to his coat without causing a stir, so he just had to weather it. He closed the door after himself and walked as silently as he could, down the steps in front of the house.

He felt a small spark of confidence. He’d snuck out in the summer plenty of times and never gotten caught, so why would this be any different? On top of everything, he had a good reason to sneak out this time. He was doing something good.

He took another few steps and he was on the gravel pathway leading away from the house. On the way, he checked the address and train times on his phone and his confidence grew. This would happen. This would work.

Then, the door to the house swung open.

Enzo stupidly flung himself into a crouch and crept up against the foundation. If it were only Lia or one of the staff…

“Vincente, come back inside.”

As if called by a supernatural force, Enzo stood and did as he was told. His father, as usual, never raised his voice. In fact, he was entirely silent apart from his order and there wasn’t the slightest hint of anger on his face. He walked Enzo to his study, a room that he didn’t normally want his children entering.

The elder Vincente Cavalcante sat down. His face was turned away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at his son after catching him out yet again.

“Explain,” he said calmly.

Enzo’s mouth was too dry. “I—that is—”

“Explain why you were trying to sneak out. I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to see the girl again.”

“I wasn’t seeing her,” Enzo said. “I was… it was mother.”

His father looked up, a rare lightning flashing in his eyes. “Did she contact you?”

“No. I was going to go look for her, so I can explain—”

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

Enzo’s heart stung. “I-I know, but if I can only explain what happened and that it was only my fault, I think I can get her to come back. Nobody else should be punished for what I’ve done.”

“Vincente…”

“It’s not Lia’s fault that I’m ill-behaved,” said Enzo with a determination and stubbornness that surprised himself. He had never talked to his father like this. “And it’s not yours. I’m sure that if I can only explain myself to mother, she would understand. At least she could come back for Lia’s sake. She doesn’t have to have anything to do with me but—”

“You mother doesn’t want to see you.”

For the first time in Enzo’s life, his father raised his voice. Not much, only a little above what was considered polite. There was an undercurrent of anger in his tone, so far from the cold, matter-of-fact way he usually spoke.

“But—”

“You mother doesn’t want to see your sister or me or any of our acquaintances and friends. This isn’t just a matter of apologising and making up. She left, Vincente, and she left because of the mess you created when you saw that girl.”

His father stood up and walked around the desk, making Enzo involuntarily take a step back.

“Do you know what she said to me before she left?” When Enzo shook his head, he pressed on: “She told me that she couldn’t bear the humiliation anymore. The humiliation that you caused.”

The ground underneath Enzo’s feet seemed to spin and he felt nauseous.

“W-we can…” He sank. “It’s been a while now and if we could make her understand…”

“Your mother doesn’t want to understand!”

Enzo started and drew back at his father’s outburst. He wasn’t done, either. His face was pale and his eyes bulged with anger as he continued talking:

“Everything I’ve ever done was in the service of my family. I’ve clothed and fed and raised you all and the only rewards I’ve reaped are disobedient children, a divorce, and a stained reputation within our circles. The past weeks since Georgette left, I’ve worked daily to try and keep together what’s left and you’re going to jeopardise all that on the off-chance that the insane woman comes back.”

“M-mother isn’t—”

“Her parents, my own parents, all my relations—everyone told me not to marry her. She was too wild, they told me, she wouldn’t make a suitable wife. But I did it anyway and look what I got to show for it.”

He threw his hands at Enzo, at the useless son who had yet again disobeyed him.

Enzo’s entire body was stiff as a board and he hadn’t been able to take his eyes away from his father’s while he was speaking. Now, however, his father’s shoulders slumped and he said:

“Vincente, we are better off without your mother and brother, just as you are better off without the girl. It may not seem like it. It may seem like you can’t live—” his voice broke. “It’s better for everyone. Put them out of your mind, Vincente, and take care of your sister. Help me mend what’s left of this godforsaken family. Can you do that?”

Enzo was dead still for a long time, then he finally nodded. “Yes father.”

“Carlotta, how good of you to come,” said Gina in as low a voice as she could.

She had told Doriano that she was going to ‘powder her nose’ and instead she had tip-toed downstairs to unlock the door for Carlotta.

“Took you long enough,” said the blonde, stepping over the threshold.

“Doriano was like a fucking dog humping my leg, so I had to shake him off. How the hell was I ever into that guy?”

“He’s good at what he does. Now then, ready for the next part?”

Gina cracked her knuckles and smiled. She had looked forward to this. “I am.”

“What took you so long?” Doriano asked, unintentionally mirroring Carlotta’s statement.

Gina heaved a mental sigh of relief that he wasn’t waiting for her naked in there—he had pulled that a few times while they had been together and at the time she had liked it. Now, she was sure she would have vomited at the sight. She walked up to him and ran a hand over his chest, making an effort not to grimace at the close contact.

“I had to look good for you, you know,” she said.

If he could hear that she wasn’t into him anymore, he didn’t say anything. For someone who spent all his time emotionally manipulating people, he was an idiot. He leaned in to kiss her, but Gina stopped him with a finger to his mouth.

“Patience,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Do we have to do that, Regina? Just tell me what it is.”

“Eyes,” she said. “Shut them.”

“Okay, fine.” He closed his eyes. “If it’s what I’m hoping, it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh, it’ll be worth it.”

Gina took a deep breath and punched him, hard, right between the eyes.

Doriano was so surprised, he went down like a brick, straight on his ass. His eyes flew open, at first wide with surprise, but then he glared.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Surprise, asshole,” she said. “I know about your fucking scrapbook.”

A little trickle of blood made its way out of his nose and he wiped it off. She could see his mind working overtime to figure out how she could know, then a light went off in his eyes.

“My phone. You looked through my phone, you little b—”

His words were cut off when Gina gave him a hard kick to the stomach. Then another.

“I did. I know everything.”

Doriano’s eyes were watering from the beating he had gotten and now he blinked them away, trying to get to his feet. Gina gave him another swift kick to keep him down and stepped onto his throat.

“I know you fucked me because you assholes had a bet,” she sneered. “You found out I was dumped and you took the chance to win it. What did you get?”

He stayed defiantly silent.

“Go on, you piece of shit. Say it.”

“You liked it,” he replied. “Don’t pretend you didn’t. They all like it. Amanda, Carlotta, that little Flora your brother’s into. They all want it.”

It had never been part of the plan for Gina to do anything but keep Doriano incapacitated while Carlotta found the book, but now it was like her body moved of its own volition. She threw herself on Doriano, sending a hard punch at his face. He made a valiant effort to get her off, but Gina knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most. She hit him again and again and again, to the soundtrack of his pained groans and the rush of blood in her ears.

She wouldn’t have stopped. Not if it wasn’t for Carlotta who grabbed her arm and held her back.

“I think he’s incapacitated now, Regina,” she said.

Gina didn’t let go of Doriano’s collar right away, not until Carlotta put a hand on her wrist and pried her hand off. The rush of adrenaline left Gina’s body slowly, leaving only a dull, throbbing ache in her hand and something indeterminate in her chest. She wanted to cry, but not here, not while Doriano was watching and not in front of Carlotta.

Instead, she wrangled her victim onto his stomach.

“What’s she doing her—?” He asked as his eyes fell on Carlotta. But Gina cut his question off by twisting his arm up hard so he screamed in pain.

“Shut up,” said Gina, “and tell us where your scrapbook is.”

Doriano closed his mouth to a tight line, but Carlotta laughed.

“I don’t need him to tell,” she said.

Gina held Doriano in place and watched Carlotta. Without a moment’s hesitation, the blonde walked up to his dresser, rummaged a little around in the top drawer, and withdrew a notebook. It had stains on the cover and little snippets of paper stuck out from the different pages.

“I think he usually keeps it under his pillow for easy access,” Carlotta explained when Gina shot her a questioning look. “When you said you were going to come over, he hid it quickly. Can’t have you see it.”

Damn, she’s good, Gina thought and then: I wouldn’t want to piss her off.

Under her, she felt Doriano do a little jerk in an attempt to get up, but she gave his arm a hard tug and he had to give it up.

“When my dad hears about this…” he said through gritted teeth.

“Then what?” Carlotta asked before Gina had a chance to say anything. “He’ll call the police? I think you already know who Regina’s dad is. Besides, I don’t think you want to tell your macho-man dad that you were beaten by a girl. You’re not going to tell him. You’ll tell him you fell down the stairs.”

Doriano glared up at Carlotta.

“Fuck you.”

“Not a chance. I think it’s safe to let him go.”

Gina hesitated, but Carlotta nodded and once she let go, Doriano stayed on the floor, touching his face and moaning in pain. Before leaving, Gina gave him one last kick to the side.

“For old time’s sake,” she explained.

The girls looked over the book all night. Doriano had schematics and diary entries about the girls in school, not to mention the List, which turned out to be a list of names. Every girl was prioritised and he had noted what he and his friends got whenever they managed to sleep with a ‘highly fuckable’ girl. Gina was near the top of the list and had netted him a high reward: A six-pack.

Along with it all, he had written down the weakness for every girl he wanted to get with and organised them by difficulty. It was both childish and nearly… sociopathic, in a way.

When they made it to Carlotta’s weakness, Gina paused and looked up at the other girl.

“Um… so…”

“Yup, my dad’s an alcoholic,” replied the blonde with a bitter smile. “I thought I hid it so well.”

“Wait, so you and Doriano did—”

Carlotta shook her head. “No, I didn’t sleep with him. Not for lack of trying on his part, though. He ‘coincidentally’ turned up one evening when I was going to pick dad up from the bar and he tried to help me. He held me up so long my dad tried to walk home alone. It was in the dead of winter and if I hadn’t gotten away from the idiot and found him, he would have died from hypothermia. After that, I decided to get revenge.”

“I’m sorry, Carlotta,” Gina said. “Hey, at least you got him.”

“You can just call me Lotta, and I’d say we both got him.”

Gina rubbed her hand that was still aching and would no doubt bruise. It was worth it.

“We did. It was pretty cool, how you just found the book with those weird skills. You could be in the gang.”

To her surprise, Lotta looked at her and said, sincerely: “Is that a job offer?”

“Uh, I guess.” Gina rubbed her neck. “I didn’t think you’d want to do that kind of stuff.”

“I had fun and it’ll be even more fun to distribute the asshole’s book to everyone.”

“Well, unless you change your mind, I’m sure you’re welcome with the Good Guys.”

Lotta smiled and brought her attention back to the book. Gina leafed through it and came to the part she had dreaded: Another list. The one with all the successes. Her own name was written in bold and he had underlined the word ‘HOT’ with black ink. Lotta reached over and closed it.

“Maybe we should take a break.”

Gina nodded. “Yeah, thanks. You’re… pretty cool. I thought you were boring.”

“And I thought you were an idiot.”

Both girls laughed and for at least that evening, they put the book out of their minds. It still stung. It would sting years later still. Even when Doriano moved because of their handiwork, his shadow hung over her head as a constant reminder that at any moment, anyone might try to take advantage.

But at the very least, from that day on, she and Lotta were inseparable.

Author’s note: Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed the last of the flashback chapters. In two weeks, we return to the present day for part four of the story. I know – four parts, and this story is maybe just over halfway done. In case you’re curious, I’ve written over 50,000 words and I may well add another 20-30,000 to that. Hope you guys aren’t already scared by the prospect. I swear, I used to be less wordy than this.

Well then, I think that’s all from me. I might not be reading updates or answering comments right away today. So then, I hope everyone’s having a grand old time and I’ll see you all in the next post.

Cheers!

20 Comments

    • NotJustaBook

      I agree – Lotta and Gina are a power team. 😀 He definitely got what he deserved. Thank you so much for your kind words! <3 :)

  • Jowita

    Oh, damn, I’m not the first again! 😛
    “Honestly, she reminded Gina of her dad’s righthand man, Franco, who also magically knew everything.” And she will be Gina’s righthand in the future! Oh, my. Lotta is super good at this, isn’t she?
    Wow, Doriano is super disgusting. But I didn’t feel satisifed when Gina kicked him. I don’t really believe in revenge and as I read, I realized it didn’t bring Gina much satisfaction either once the adrenaline had left her. I don’t believe that violence is an answer, unless in self-defence.
    Lotta’s weakness is her dad’s alcoholism? I’m surprised then that the girls went together to clubs, as suggested in some entries, and she wasn’t sick at the thought of drinking. Also, I wonder if Gina’s inability to hide her emotions was mentioned.
    But, I love how you arranged it with first talking about Enzo and Lorenzo’s friendship, then Gina and Lotta’s. The title suits both of their stories!
    Aw, Enzo is blaming himself for his mother’s leaving. He sure have played a part in that, but, like Lorenzo, I believe there’s more to it. Probably, she was sick of Enzo’s dad and rich people’s antics. It’s a tiring lifestyle. It’s just super bitchy of her to get her golden child and leave with just one kid. That was very wrong.

    • NotJustaBook

      Ha, ha, yeah, seems others get here early lately! 😛
      Lotta’s pretty great at it and yeah, she’s basically Gina’s version of Franco. 😀
      No, I think you’re right Gina didn’t really get any satisfaction from it in the long term. Especially considering that it still haunted her for years after (and still does to some extent). Violence isn’t the answer, that’s true. It’s just in human nature to want that kind of vengeance.
      That’s true – you’d think Lotta would avoid alcohol like the plague. Though considering how she is as a character, I imagine she just has an unusual amount of self-control. She drinks, but is very good at moderating. Even if she does get drunk, I imagine she’s not nearly as drunk as Gina. I think Gina’s temper must have been mentioned in the list as a weakness. Her inability to hide her emotion definitely played a part – she couldn’t hide how much she was hurt by being dumped, so he took advantage. 🙂
      Thank you! 🙂 He, he, glad you liked that. The title grew from the fact that both relied on a friend. 🙂
      You’re right. Enzo shouldn’t be blaming himself for that. And his mother definitely could have handled it all better.
      Thanks for your comment! 🙂 <3

  • audreyfld

    I loved this. Gina was kicking butt and taking names! Literally! I loved seeing how her and Lotta got to be friends and the control his father has over Enzo. He really made him feel guilty. Poor guy. Great chapter. No worries about how many words. They are great ones! 😊

    • NotJustaBook

      Oh yeah. This is why you don’t mess with Gina, ha, ha. 😀 Indeed, why you don’t mess with Gina and Lotta.
      Yeah, Enzo’s pretty firmly under his dad’s control, even as an adult. I feel so bad for my rich boy. 🙁
      I’m so glad you liked it! Thank you for reading and commenting, Audrey. <3

  • Kymber

    “Gina took a deep breath and punched him, hard, right between the eyes.” I’ve never wanted anything more than this right here! lol Woot! That was so satisfying after what he did. I have loved seeing how Gina and Lotta became allies.

    On the flip side, it’s sad seeing how Enzo blames himself for his mother leaving. I’m pretty sure she left because of her lousy husband.

    • NotJustaBook

      Ha, ha, you and Gina both! He’s absolutely nasty and he messed with the wrong girls. 😀
      Yeah, poor Enzo. We’ll see some time later on what actually happened and why she actually left. You may well be right.
      Thanks for reading and commenting, friend! 🙂 <3

  • sempreviva

    Oh man, I finally managed to read the whole chapter! There was some unexpected stuff taking up my time during the previous two weeks so I couldn’t sit down properly to enjoy my simlit, boo!
    That chapter was intense! I really enjoyed seeing Doriano suffer by Gina’s hands (and legs, lmao), and the aftermath scene with the two girls was great as well! It was so nice seeing them get closer like this <3
    But I think for me, Enzo's story stood out more because the threat was so subtle, it made my skin crawl… How could his father be so cruel? No wonder poor Enzo's self confidence is near rock bottom… I really can't stand people who put so much value to the opinion of others, often at the expense of their family's wellbeing and sanity, and Enzo's father is exactly like this. And of course, he blames his kid for the fact that his wife left him… yeah, that's indeed normal parental behavior, mister Cavalcante! And okay, under the (barely possible) assumption that what he's saying is true (which I honestly don't believe), then again the one who's to blame is Enzo's mother, not the kid for crying out loud! Yeah… no parenting prize for those two, that's for sure!
    This was great! 😀 Can't wait to read the next one as well! ^_^ <3

    • NotJustaBook

      Ugh, real life sucks! But I’m so glad you keep returning to my little corner of the web to read. It means a lot. <3
      He, he, oh yes - he really deserved it! >:) I really liked writing the last scene with Gina and Lotta as well. I’m glad you liked their friendships’ development.
      I agree with you there. The hurt Enzo has suffered is much more subtle and thus much more devastating in a way. He’s really being emotionally damaged in a way that’s very severe.
      Neither of Enzo’s parents are innocent in this, that’s for sure. Really, the one feeling most guilty is the most innocent party. Poor little darling.
      Thank you, friend! I’m so glad you liked it. 😀 Always love hearing your thougths. <3

  • socallucyfan

    Gina & Carlotta two make such an amazing team! Can I be a part of their Girl Squad? 🙂
    It is so satisfying to see Doriano get what he deserved. On the other hand, poor Enzo. His parents are seriously messed up. I knew that his father was cruel, but wow. This has sunk to a new low.

    • NotJustaBook

      They’re pretty amazing! I’d be part of their squad, too. 😀 Even though it’s a gang…
      He really had it coming. >:)
      Yeah, he’s being particularly cruel here. It’s no wonder Enzo feels so guilty.

  • twinsimskeletons

    I completely forgot but I had read this chapter just as I was reaching my data limit (before I got internet) and the comment box hadn’t loaded. I was too afraid to reload and drain the data further! But I loved rereading it anyway – one thing that stands out the most is how much I want. to punch. Enzo’s dad. in the FACE. And then lower down for good measure. Can Gina beat him up like she beat up Doriano? (which was AWESOME by the way – fab pictures too. I really felt her rage).

    • NotJustaBook

      Ha, ha, yup, Enzo’s dad does deserve a good punch. >:) Whether Gina will get the chance later on, we’ll just have to wait and see. Glad you liked the pictures. It’s one of the rare instances when I let myself use tilt. 😛 Thanks for reading, Carys. <3

  • Lila Remonn

    No! Leave my baby Enzo alone! Those words must have cut so deeply into him, and I really can’t blame him for thinking it’s his fault that Georgette left, when his father lashed out that viciously. He’s just trying desperately to make things right when he’s done nothing wrong at all 😭
    So Vincente married Georgette out of choice, rather than arranged? That means they were in love, right? I wonder how they got to this point, then…
    “I’ve clothed and fed and raised you all and the only rewards I reap-” < they are your CHILDREN, not prize cattle. He's done the bare minimum as a parent, it's like the only reason he decided to have kids was to continue the family legacy. He chose to have children and yet acts like they owe him for his 'kindness'. And honestly, Georgette seems to be quite lacking as a mother, too. Did they get a nanny to raise the kids or something? Why didn't she show them more love or at least spend more time with them? Did she get stopped by Vincente, or did she even want children in the first place? Anyway, if you couldn't tell haha, I find the complications of the Cavalcante family interesting to read! I'm exploring something a bit similar in Gen 4.
    YES Doriano got what he deserved, even to the point of him actually having to move! The consequences have been served piping hot! Although, good on Lotta for stopping Gina before she went too far, I feel like she would have hurt herself if her rage went unchecked. Just another strength of their friendship. Lotta's logic and cool head is definitely something Gina needs beside her.

    • NotJustaBook

      Yeah. Poor baby. :'( It’s no wonder he still feels guilty after so many years. His dad pretty much followed the How Not To Handle a Divorce 101 in this instance… You normally want to *avoid* your kids feeling responsible for a divorce.
      Yup, that’s right – we’ll get to know a bit more about their relationship later on. 🙂 Vincente can, despite what one might imagine, be charming when he has to. And of course he’s got those cheekbones.
      I HATE that kind of argument so much because it’s pretty much the Abuser’s Catchphrase. For some reason, horrible people just act like kids owe them for doing basic shit that any decent person would do.
      All I’ll say now is that, yes, there was a nanny all through their childhoods and Georgette wasn’t exactly an ideal mother. But we’ll figure out what her reasonings are later on. 🙂 I’m glad you find them interesting – it’s quite the toxic dynamic and I’m interested to find out what you’re going to do with it yourself! 😀
      Mwahahhaha, yes. 🙂 He deserved it, for sure. Though like you, I think it’s a good thing Gina was stopped. If she had taken it too far, that could have turned out very badly, no matter her family’s connections. You’re right – Gina needs to be surrounded by people like Lotta who ground her. 🙂
      Thank you for reading and commenting, Lila! 😀 <3

  • amyqueen

    Okay first off, I loved how you switched back and forth between Enzo and Gina’s perspectives of what was going on for them around the same time. This chapter was quite action packed, literally. Watching Gina pummel Doriano was the most satisfying thing ever 😌 He’s disgusting… but on the bright side he brought our two girls together.
    On the other hand, the Cavalcante family is just getting more and more complex. It was wild to see Vicente senior lose his cool – well by his standards. Poor Enzo was the definition of shook. I can’t blame him. Those words are the literal last ones any child going through a divorce would want to hear: that it’s their fault. What I don’t get is why Enzo’s dad is so insistent on pushing that narrative. Surely that is not what Georgina said to him… right? Like Lila, I’m surprised their marriage was by choice. I’d have thought they were introduced by family or at the very least Vicente senior stood to gain something from their union. (I’m realizing that sounds kind of messed up, lol)
    Thoroughly enjoying this, can’t wait to get some answers. Great chapter! <3

    • NotJustaBook

      Yeah, I thought it made sense to do it that way. And yup, what happened was bad, but it brought Lotta and Gina together. <3
      Absolutely, any child of divorce dreads being told they're to blame. Vincente does seem to have his own motivations for pushing that idea on his kid, but we'll find out what it's all about later. 😉
      I don't blame you for believing it, lol. 😛 But yes, it actually was a love marriage... though it obviously didn't stay that way.
      Thank you, Amy. <3 And thanks for reading! :D

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