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I nodded. Lewis wasn’t a fighter, and that made him never want to risk issues, so he stuck to where he knew things were safe. Mostly Germany and close to corporate. Yeah, for Lewis, I could have dinner in Naples.
Hell, for myself. I needed more fun and balance, which Mason clearly agreed with from the grateful look he gave Lewis.
Kiera showed up with Natalia. Kyle was too tired, but a few of his guys came with. A few of the angels, and some others from Corporate, including Mindy who was Elijah’s right hand in the legal department.
Awesome.
Apparently, sheadoredItaly, Naples especially, and was more than happy to play tour guide with her partner.
We started with Sfogliatella since it was breakfast for a bunch of us. It was a pastry that reminded me of a croissant, but a lobster tail shape. They were to die for, and we got a bunch of options from some smothered in goodness to others stuffed with nummy. We also got a bunch of Babà, which was a rum-soaked pastry and delish.
Kiera and I laughed as we saw how we were already loaded up and had barely started.
Mindy brought us to a coffee place next, and we were better with it after some of us had caffeine. It might have been the afternoon in Germany too, but Kiera managed a club that was open into the early morning. Yeah, she didn’t wake at seven.
Next, we had frittatina which was deep fried pasta andridiculous. I ended up making a deal with a few of Kyle’s guys that I would buy for them if they made some runs back to home base to drop off. Yes, for them, but I wanted one area just for Mason and I to get later.
Kiera added her stuff to ours and made it clear she’d eat anyone who touched her carbs, which made all of us laugh.
Then it was arancini which was stuffed rice balls that were filled with beef, tomato sauce, and mozzarella cheese. They had other varieties we tried, but that was the winner for me. By far. Mason agreed from the noises he was making.
We checked out a few of the sights as we ate, but Mindy worked it well that we ended up right by a hole in the wall pizza place. She said it was just as good as the ones everyone recommended for being trendy, but you had to wait like an hour during meal times.
No thanks.
We ordered so much that she told them in Italian that we had a vehicle nearby to take it home to friends.
Whoops.
It was worth the strange looks. When the first few came out, we sat to eat them, and I was just tickled at how good it was. I smiled when I received a text from Evan that they were glad I was having fun but couldn’t make it… And to get him pizza.
Fair enough. We could manage that.
We had more helpers come just to grab pizza and ask for dessert. I nodded, seeing how tired they all were. Getting the compound handled had been too big of a task for how fast we’d taken it on. We had part of it already rolling and rescued demons there with assigned rooms.
So yeah, my people got whatever they wanted as long as I didn’t have to drag it all around.
After seeing how much pizza we could eat before we exploded, we had fried pizza which was kind of like a calzone but deep-fried. And, yes, it was delicious.
“Why did we bother wearing sneakers if all we’re going to do is sit and eat?” Mason joked, letting out a huge laugh when most everyone gave him a look to shut up.
Yeah, we didn’t get many days off, so if we wanted to spend it stuffing our faces, we did.
As opposed to normal days where we did itwhileworking nonstop.
We took a break from all of the savory to have gelato, and the place was dangerous it was so damn good. For real, I thought Kiera was going to move in with us so she could take a quick ride into town and get it whenever she wanted.
Like she couldn’t just take a damn portal.
“We always need this in our freezer,” I muttered before taking another bite. I chuckled when several people nodded. There was something so different about fresh, small-batch gelato from Italy that nothing else could compare to.
Granted, I loved all ice cream. I loved frozen custard and all the options… But gelato was gelato and in its own category.
A lot of places were closed because it was Sunday, but we still had a ton of options and fun. I loved the farmer’s market Mindy brought us to. I might hate kale and only eat salads with meat, but only a monster didn’t love fruit.
And the fruit there was so fresh that we might as well have picked it ourselves.
Mason was amused and trying to hide it as he wrapped up. He shook his head when he saw me watching him, moving down a few stalls before letting a chuckle slip out. “I thought the stereotype of Italians talking with their hands was like a cliché everyone was dramatic about. Buteveryonewe’ve spoken with here moves their hands when talking. It’s kinda hard not to laugh.”
