2

Five years previous.



Layla sat on the field at Highlands Grammar School. Aubrey had begun there the previous year but he had never approached her until today. He was a jerk and a self cantered absurd prick who thought he owned the school. He wasn’t a bad boy as such, but he had that pasonah about him. He walked around the school like he owned it, as well as his friends who everyone around the school hated they were the biggest bullies going.

Layla had tried her best to steer clear of them, but it was hard to with them sharing classes and they had leeched on to her for her help seeing as they were failing miserably. She had agreed just to keep them off her back, but had got more than she had bargained for when they started groping her. She’d cried wolf, yet no one had believed her, those assholes had a way with getting away with everything. Now she was forever in their debt for even thinking she could rat on them with out them knowing that it was her.

Aubrey was their new addition seeing as he wasn’t scared of them and they respected him for that after they had all got into a fight the first day he had stared at the school as an outsider which he no longer was. They’d welcomed him into their gang with open arms and a hell of a lot of respect for the guy for taking them on all at once and not backing down. All four of them had been penalised for their fight and had been suspended for a whole week. That didn’t stop them though, once Aubrey had joined them things have become worse over the last year.

They were now in year ten and were about to begin studying for their exams next year. She hated the thought that she had to help his so called friends. He walked up to her his shadow overcast her. She looked up and swallowed hard he looked like an Angel under the afternoon sun, but she knew differently. “Good afternoon Torino.”

Yes he was half Italian he’d lived their until a year ago when he and his family up and moved to the U.K. to extend their business venture and it had become common knowledge between a lot of the pupils there and they had tired to worm their way in.

He had ignored them all except Alexander Collins and his friends, whom had confronted him and called him a rich bastard and had offered him out. And to their suprise he’d took all four of them on what they weren’t aware of was his family background. No one there knew and he’d preferred it that way. He’d been taught how to defend himself at an early age, he knew self defence and mixed martial arts, and he also knew how to sneak up on people if he had to. He had some training in weaponry but he was not old enough to know everything at the tender age of fifteen. Yes his family was mafia and they had a lot of resources in the U.K. and Italy.

He had chosen to keep this information away from every one no one need know about him or his family background. Like his father and once told him. “Trust no one cause in the end they’ll end up stabbing you in the back or shooting you dead.”

“Aubrey what can I do for you ?” She stuttered.

“I heard you were a good tutor Torino.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“My friends recommended me to you.”

“Oh.”

“I need your help, Torino.”

“My name’s Layla, and how do you think I can help you’re in none of my classes.”

“That’s where you are wrong Torino, they are swapping my classes around to fit with yours.”

“And why would they do that?”

He sat beside her. “Cause I asked them to Torino.”

“Why would you even do that?”

“Like I said, I need your help.”

“You can have my help without investing your self in my classes which are clearly not at your level.”

He glared at her angrily. How dare she think that little of him.

“It’s only a few of your lessons Torino not all of them.” He said, calmly.

“Which ones?”

“Business, I.T. Maths and English the rest of them I will need you to home tutor me after school with homework and stuff.”

“And if I say no?”

He leaned forward talking into her ear. “I will make your life a living hell. You don’t know who you are dealing with.”