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[color=deeppink]“What do you mean, he hasn’t woken up yet?! Summer vacation’s over. His ass should be on a chair at the kitchen table having breakfast before he leaves!”[/color]

In the middle of the second floor hallway of The Mossos Estate, voices could be heard echoing across the halls. The young man in discussion was lying fast asleep under the covers of his bed, so deeply immersed in Dream Land that he failed to hear the heavy footsteps of his very upset aunt rushing in the direction of his bedroom like an angry bull. Not even the sound of his door being flung open made him flinch. But that was all about to change in this very instant.

[color=deeppink]“Jesus Christ, Dante Sterling, did you miss your damn alarm again?!”[/color] [url=http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/03/27/17/4A9AA3DE00000578-5550013-image-m-22_1522169729172.jpg]Audrey Huntsberg-Mossos[/url] scolded her nephew as she walked over to his bed and unceremoniously pulled off the covers off the upper part of his body. [color=deeppink]“Lord help you when you go to college. I have no idea how the hell you’ll make your classes with me not being there to wake your sorry ass up on time.”[/color]

[color=steelblue]“Fuck, Mom. Ever heard of something called knocking?”[/color] Dante mumbled, eyes still closed shut and voice thick with sleep. He wished his aunt would still wake him up gently like she used to when he was a child: talking to him softly while gently brushing away the hair off his face… And not storming into his room while screeching like a banshee.

The nephew’s sassy remark did not amuse his aunt, who stood her ground beside his bed with a stern expression. [color=deeppink]“Up. [i]Now[/i]!”[/color]

[color=steelblue]“Alright, alright! Just… Give me a sec, okay?”[/color] he whined, pulling the covers back onto himself and turning his back on Audrey.

Scowling, Audrey’s voice dropped into something barely louder than a whisper. [color=deeppink]“You have five minutes to get out of this bed before I come back up with a glass of ice water to pour over you. The clock starts now.”[/color] And with that, the woman turned on her heel and left the room, her sneakers barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. 

After what seemed like a long minute, Dante finally mustered up the strength to pull of the covers off himself, but made no more motions to suggest he planned on leaving his bed anytime soon. A few seconds of staring blankly at the ceiling and a long sigh later, D slowly got up from his bed and trudged his way out of his room and into the bathroom. 

Once inside and behind a closed door, the young man watched his reflection in the mirror. The oldest Mossos teen’s light brown hair was a mess on top of his head after a night of much-deserved sleep. Under his stunning blue eyes were a matching pair of slightly dark circles, which were no doubt inherited from his father Elijah. And over his pale, chiseled body,  the young man wore nothing more than a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He slipped those off to take a lukewarm shower -more cold than hot- to wash the sleep and the last night sins away, enjoying the feeling of the trickling water down his body. Once out, dried and with the damp towel wrapped around his midriff, Dante made his way back to his room.  He quickly got dressed in the neatly-laundered uniform one of the family maids had left for him before spending the customary ten minutes of styling his hair to his idea of perfection. Finally finished with his personal grooming, the young man grabbed his dark brown leather messenger bag and headed down to the kitchen, leaving a scent trail of expensive perfume behind him.

[color=deeppink]“Here,”[/color] Audrey announced to Dante as soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen, holding out a brown paper bag in one hand and a female uniform inside the plastic laundry bag in the other, a serious expression on her face. [color=deeppink]“The uniform’s for you to take it to Ella down at the office. She called to tell me she’d had some incident down at the pool earlier -bless her clumsy heart, I don’t even ask anymore at this point- and asked for a fresh change of clothes to be brought in. And in the paper bag there’s a cream cheese and salmon bagel along with a pear so you at least have some breakfast on your way down there. You’re welcome.”[/color] 

[color=steelblue]“Did anybody ever tell you you are [i]the best[/i] mother ever?”[/color] Dante told Audrey with a cocky grin, giving the older woman a side hug and planting a kiss on her cheek before taking the bags off her hands. Even though she was a pain in the ass, there was no other woman Dante would have chosen to be his adoptive mother.

[color=deeppink]“Yeah yeah… I spoil you all too much…”[/color] the Latina lamented out loud, shaking her head. But the closed-lipped smile on her face was evidence that she was merely joking. [color=deeppink]“Now get your butt off to class before I ground you.”[/color]

Still wearing that cocky smile of his, Dante shot his aunt a wink before stuffing his breakfast bag into his messenger bag, picking up his keys from the foyer table and walking to the garage, where the [url=https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--X3Pvq11y--/c_scale,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/pcieazam3i95j60hyfpt.jpg]blue Ferrari F60 America[/url] he’d received as a gift for his sixteenth birthday and affectionately called Sonic was waiting to be taken out for a spin.

The circumstances in which an individual is born into have a lasting effect on the rest of their lives. Being born into a certain time period, race, family and genetics always predisposes said individual to a specific set of illnesses or conditions. In the Mossos family, addiction happened to be the cancer that threatened to eat each and every one of the alive. 

Every member of the Mossos clan was addicted to something: be it good or bad. Alexandros Mossos, patriarch of the family, was known for -among others- his addiction to women; an addiction that had nearly cost him his family in his late teens and one that his wife had so adamantly tried to crush over the last eighteen years. Audrey Mossos-Huntsberg was addicted to her husband, and the lengths to which she would go to keep him were no secret. Elijah Mossos’ alcohol and cocaine addictions had been a stain in the family name, and the reason behind Dante’s and Soleil’s secret daddy issues. And the list went on and on throughout the years.

The new generation wasn’t exempt from addictions themselves. Antonella, the most innocent one of all, was addicted to love, sunshine and happiness. Xander was addicted to music, and dabbling into the occasional joint of marijuana from time to time meant that this could become another vice down the line. Ariana was addicted to fashion and attention: making her a complete mini-me of her mother at that age. Soleil -a Mossos in everything but the family name- was addicted to working out, and the feeling of power and control she got when defeating an opponent in the ring. Even little Drew had his own addiction, in the form of comic books and video games.

And Dante Mossos wasn’t immune to the family curse. In fact, the young man’s vices happened to be “gifts” from his older family members. Like his uncle before him, D loved to find himself between the sheets in the company of lovely women. Like his father and deceased mother, he smoked like a chimney away from the hawk-like eyes of his aunt, who he knew would burn him with the lit stub if she found out. But the one vice that stood out to him as unique from the rest? [i]Speed[/i].

It was this particular addiction the one he was feeding as he sped through the streets of Crown Heights: here one moment, gone the next in a rush of wind and the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing more than shaking leaves and a blur of blue. Dante knew racing was dangerous: a vice that could very well cost him his life on the most minuscule of mistakes. Yet he loved the rush of adrenaline, the wind in his hair, the thrill of knowing he was so closely flirting with danger and death and emerging triumphantly every time. 

What was life without a little risk? To Dante, it was one not worth living. 

Before he knew it, Dante was reaching the wrought iron gates of the private school’s campus. It was then when he decided to reduce his speed to the one required by the law to avoid getting any heat, and made his way into the school’s parking lot as if he hadn’t been pushing over 100 mph seconds before. Be it by a stroke of luck or simply fate, the Mossos teen managed to find himself a good parking spot in which his beloved Sonic would be safe from any harm. Taking one last look at himself in the car’s visor mirror, he grabbed Ella's uniform and the messenger bag from the passenger seat, slung it on his shoulder and exited the vehicle, making sure to lock it properly behind him.  

With the arrogance that came with carrying the family name, Dante walked to the high school building of King’s Academy. Head held high, he made his way through the halls, earning all kinds of stares and breaking hearts along the way.