At Campolon go Hospital in Milan, Italy. ~Isabella's heart ached as she entered the sterile, dimly lit hospital ward. Her younger sister, Angela, already sat there, her eyes red-rimmed and teary. In the center of the room lay their father, unconscious and vulnerable, his once vibrant spirit now reduced to a frail figure on a white hospital bed adorned in a blue patient gown. A nasogastric tube snaked from his nose, a lifeline to a body that had been gravely injured.The somber ambiance of the room was punctuated only by the persistent beep of the blood pressure monitor and the echoing footsteps of nurses moving in and out tending to the patients. It was a scene laden with uncertainty and despair."Please Dad, don't leave us," Isabella pleaded, her voice quivering as she clutched her father's frail hand, her eyes filled with tears."Dad, you've never broken any promise to me, right? You won't break this one. You promised to stay with us forever" Angela implored, her voice trembling wi

CAPRICCIO Exclusive Club Milano~The evening faded and night was fast approaching. After Isabella had dropped her sister at her neighbor's apartment for the night, she made her way to the famous Capriccio club in Milan. Milan, one of the biggest cities in Italy, is undoubtedly the leading financial center and the most manufacturing and commercial city in Italy, making it a home for tourists. Bus lines run to different parts of the city with noises from different trucks and machines.There were hundreds of bars, pubs, breweries, restaurants and discos that invaded all the main streets with street lights, signboards and neon lights glimmering in the dark night. Isabella roamed through the Brera district in the heart of Milan which is one of the city's most vibrant neighborhoods. There were rogues, thugs and some bad guys in jeans and a hood, smoking and chuckling at a dark corner. She walked quietly on the pavement, praying not to be seen by one of them. As she tries to cross the roa

The rays from the sun find its way into the room, penetrating through an opening in the sheer curtain and into Ricco's eyes, causing him to squint with frequent blinks. He ran his fingers into his long hair, shoving it backwards as he sat up on the bed. Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night.His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night.He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side."Fanculo! (F**k!)"He yelled as he walked into the bathroom, taking care of his morning wood with a piss and freshening up. He was pissed because she was gone and the worst was he didn't even know her name. Coming out of the bathroom with his hands worki