The car rolled over as before it stood a magnificent gate and building. It was the Parkers household. Wilder had a lot of things students barely knew about him. His family came to the US from Italy. They were the richest Mafia gang family in all of Italy.
Wilder was a mafia family, cunning sometimes but yet charming. He had been in hideout and always acting calm. He changed his behaviour when they left for a new country and a new life. They had gained an Italian Family name. it was somewhat like a title to them.
It was De Luca. The car rolled in as the gates opened up on this sighting Villa that was eye catching.
The De Luca family's Villa dei Sogni, nestled in the heart of Montana's picturesque countryside, was a master class in understated luxury. The estate, hidden behind a rustic entrance, unfolded like a private oasis amidst the rolling hills and vast ranchlands.
Inside, the villa exuded warmth and sophistication, with high ceilings, polished wooden floors, and expansive windows framing breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains. A spacious open-plan living area, perfect for family gatherings, flowed into a gourmet kitchen equipped with top-of-the-line appliances.
Five bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom and private access to the outdoors, provided serene retreats for the family members. The master suite boasted a private patio, outdoor shower, and a walk-in closet fit for a fashion icon.
A private movie theater, wine cellar, and indoor swimming pool catered to the family's entertainment needs. A secluded courtyard, surrounded by lush greenery, offered a peaceful oasis for relaxation and contemplation.
The estate's crowning glory was the private stables and horse-riding arena, where the family could indulge in their love of horses and the great outdoors. A private trail system, winding through the surrounding hills, offered endless opportunities for exploration and adventure.
Villa dei Sogni was a testament to the De Luca family's love of luxury, privacy, and the finer things in life – a place where they could escape the shadows of their past and build a new future, hidden from prying eyes.
Wilder stepped out of the car and then standing outside before him chanting his name was his cheerful little sister. She was in elementary class.
Bianca, a bright and lively 7-year-old, bounced around the front yard, her blonde pigtails bobbing with each movement. She wore a yellow sundress with white flowers, and her bare feet were clad in sparkly sandals. Her eyes shone like blue skies as she giggled and played with her puppy, Max, standing beside her was a woman who was her personal maid. She was employed specially to take care of Bianca. Her name was Maria.
As she waited for her brother to arrive home from school, Bianca's excitement grew. She loved hearing about his day and sharing stories of her own adventures. With Max by her side, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Maria had also noticed Wilder and then said out loud, " Welcome Wilder." That was how they always referred to him. His mother had always encouraged respect and taught her children the basics of it starting with letting the staffs refer them as their name and not 'Young masters/mistress' like most rich people do. He gave her a slight response and she nodded before going quiet and then heading inside as Bianca chose to walk to with her bother.
When her brother finally walked up the path, Bianca's face lit up with a big smile. "Hey, bro! How was your day?" she asked, bouncing up to him with Max yapping happily beside her.
Her brother forced a smile, trying to hide the worries of the day. "It was okay, Bianca. Just the usual stuff."
But Bianca noticed something was off. She looked up at her brother with curious eyes, sensing that something was bothering him. "You can tell me, bro," she said softly. "I'm a good listener."
As they walked into the house, Bianca's eyes sparkled with concern as she gazed up at her brother. "But why do you look so sad, bro?" she asked, her voice filled with empathy. "You look like you've lost your last marble!"
Her brother tried to brush it off, but Bianca was relentless. "No, really, what's wrong?" she pressed, her pigtails bobbing as she nodded encouragingly. "Did something happen at school? Did someone say something mean to you?"
Max, sensing the tension, whined softly and nuzzled Bianca's hand. She absently scratched his ears, her focus still on her brother's gloomy face.
"Bro, you can tell me," Bianca said, her voice soft and persuasive. "I won't tell Mom or Dad, I promise. I just want to help."
Her brother sighed, looking down at his little sister's upturned face. He knew Bianca wouldn't give up until he told her something. "It's just...stuff, Bianca," he said vaguely. "Don't worry about it, okay?"
But Bianca's curiosity was piqued. She knew her brother was hiding something, and she was determined to find out what. "I'm not going to stop asking until you tell me, bro!" she declared, her eyes sparkling with determination.
They got into the house and few staffs were seen walking around the house. They were all dressed in one uniform which was black and white. The staffs who saw him, they gave out greetings just as Maria.
He was about to seat when a woman came downstairs and walked towards him. He had sighted her also and stood, he went to her immediately. That was his mom.
Their mother, Antonia, emerged from her room upstairs, looking stunning in her evening attire. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with subtle waves framing her heart-shaped face. Her bright hazel eyes sparkled like Tuscan gold in the soft light, and her full lips curved into a warm smile.
She wore a flowing evening gown in a rich shade of burgundy, the color of a fine Italian wine. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned figure. A delicate silver necklace with a tiny pendant of the Italian horn, a symbol of good luck, glimmered around her neck.
Antonia's skin had the warm, golden glow of a Mediterranean sunset, a testament to her Italian heritage. Her features were finely chiseled, with high cheekbones and a slender nose, giving her an elegant, refined look.
As she moved, her dress rustled softly, and the scent of her signature perfume, a subtle blend of citrus and florals, wafted through the air. She exuded a sense of calm and serenity, like a gentle Italian breeze on a summer's day.
"Buona sera, bambini," she said, her voice like music, as she kissed her children good evening. "How was your day, amore?" she asked her son, her eyes filled with love and concern.
He quickly gave his mom a very warm hug and forcing on a smile. " It was.. it was.. alright mom." He said finally and she held unto his hand. " Now go take a shower and come down quickly to eat dinner." He nodded and then went upstairs. Antonia gestured to Bianca and then she quickly went to her mom who held her hands and they walked into the kitchen.
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Few minutes later, Wilder came downstairs in his pyjamas and then went to the dining. They had dinner cheerfully as Bianca kept on telling the stories of what happened at her school today. Soon dinner was over and they all went to a room which looked like a cinema, the staffs were there also.
They sat down on the chairs and dimmed the light. A big screen which looks fixed to the wall with wall designs and lights beside it stood infront of them and it was connected to a phone. A call was made and everyone was very anxious for the call to be picked by the reciever.
Bianca held unto the juice and her puppy sat down on a chair also moving it's charming eyes darting around at every scenario. The call was picked up and then a man figure appeared on the screen. Bianca screamed DAD in excitement and then so did Wilder.
Antonia smiled at the screen and then the staffs sent their greetings to the man. The man spoke to each and everyone of them addressing them by their names and asking about how the US was.
He was in Italy. As the snowflakes gently fell onto the cobblestone streets of Florence, Italy, Jack settled into the warmth of his cozy apartment, cradling a steaming cup of espresso in his hands. He had just escaped the chill, and now, he was ready to bridge the distance between him and his loved ones back in the US. With a gentle smile, he tapped the screen of his phone, and the faces of his family appeared, thousands of miles away.
Jack's eyes sparkled as he gazed at the familiar faces, his heart swelling with love. His blond hair was slightly tousled from the snow, and his cheeks still held a hint of winter's kiss. He wore a soft, cream-colored sweater, its texture hinting at the warmth it provided. A pair of comfortable jeans and cozy slippers completed his relaxed attire, perfect for a lazy winter evening.
As he chatted with his family, Jack's hands gestured expressively, his American accent a contrast to the Italian surroundings. His eyes locked onto the screen, drinking in the smiles and laughter of his loved ones. The distance between them seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of their connection.
"Hey, guys! Miss you so much!" he said, his voice filled with affection.
"We miss you too, Mi amore!" his wife replied, her eyes shining with love.
In this moment, the snow-covered streets of Florence and the distance between them faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of family and love.