Andrea POV

After Marcel left, Armani went to his room to unpack. I already unpacked my clothes and tiny side things. I have to give Armani his clothes when I see him. Just then, Armani walks in with his backpack.

"Hey. I forgot to give you your weapons before I left." He places his bag on my desk.

"Thanks. I also forgot to give you your clothes, so here." I pass him his folded clothes. He thanks me and sits on my bed.

"So... how are you feeling right now?" He asks me. I sit down next to him on the bed.

I sigh, "I guess I'm a bit overwhelmed. I mean wow, we have brothers and a dad. Well I knew we had a dad, but we didn't know him so yeah." Armani nods.

"What about you?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"I don't really know how to feel. I mean I'm pissed. Our so called-father left us with that woman. He is rich and has 4 sons, so why weren't we living with him?" He tells me, pulling his hair in frustration. I put a hand on his shoulder to try and soothe him.

"I agree with you. Maybe there is more to the story though. We just know what Dominique told us. But that bitch was a liar. So maybe we should try to hear them out." I tell him softly.

"I've been calling him Alessandro in my head all day. How do I address him? Dad? Father? Papa? He wasn't present in our lives and we didn't meet him until today. So it feels weird to call him any of those." He admits.

"I've been doing the same. I guess we just call him Alessandro for now. At least until we get used to him or find out the reason why we didn't meet him until today." He thinks over my words before agreeing with me.

"Why do you think they have so many guards?" He asks me. I shrug with a confused look.

"Let's see... They're extremely rich, have guards stationed everywhere, and it seems that people respect them or fear them." I state, remembering how some of the guards we passed would straighten up or start to sweat whenever Alessandro would pass them.

"You think it's illegal or legal?" Armani asks, straightening up from his laying position that he got into a little while ago. "Well my Wattpad stories say illegal. But they probably have some kind of legal business shit or something." I tell him. Armani pinches his nose.

"This is just great." Armani mutters.

"Yup" I say. "We're most likely related to the mafia."

"I'll find some information on them tonight. I'm sure I can hack into their hidden identity file." He says. I was about to say something back when Marcel walked in.

"Hey guys. I came to get you for dinner." We nod and follow him downstairs. We enter the dining room where everyone is already seated.

Giovanni sits on the left of Alessandro. Leonardo sits on his right. Roman sits next to Giovanni, across from Leonardo. There is an empty seat next to Roman, which Marcel goes to sit in. Armani goes and sits next to Leonardo and I sit next to Armani. There are a lot of empty chairs left, which I presume are for when they have guests.

"About fucking time." Roman says under his breath. I roll my eyes.

"You should be happy I decided to grace you with my lovely presence." I bark back at him

"Watch the attitude brat." He snarls.

"I will, once you start watching yours." I spit. He darkly glares at me. You see any normal person would have shut their mouth... luckily I'm not normal.

"If you can listen closely, you can hear me not caring." He snarls. His fists are clenched on the table. What is he, an animal?

"Aw, that's cute. He thinks we give a fuck. What? You're mad? Good. Stay mad, because we don't give a fuck. So shut your rude ass mouth before both me and Andrea, squeeze these lemons into your eyes, rip them out, and feed them to the squirrels outside." Armani threatens in a dangerously low voice. I smirk as Roman jumps back in his seat, surprised.

"Enough!" Alessandro yells, slamming his fist on the table. You know those scenes in movies where someone yells and everyone just freezes or stops talking all at once. Yeah... that's just what happened.

He rubs his forehead in frustration. "Roman don't be rude to your sister. Andrea don't swear, same goes for you Armani. Don't threaten each other. You guys shouldn't be fighting with each other, got it?" Alesandro says in a stern and emotionless tone. We all grumble apologies and start eating. We're eating lasagna, breadsticks, and cesar salad.

Leonardo, Giovanni, and Alessandro just talk about some meetings and what's going to be on the upcoming schedule or something. Marcel and Roman talk about school and sports. Me and Armani make jokes that only we would ever laugh at. That is, until Giovanni started talking to us in Italian.

"Allora ti piacciono le tue stanze?" Everyone stops their conversations. Okay then...? Show time!

(Translation: So do you like your rooms?)

Me and Armani put on a confused face. "Was that Italian?" Armani asks, playing along. Giovanni nods. "You don't know Italian?"

We shake our heads. "No, we never got around to learning it." Armani lies. He shrugs to make it look like it's no big deal. "Oh..." Giovanni says awkwardly. Leonardo narrows his eyes at us like he doesn't believe us, but luckily, doesn't comment on it. Thank fucking cheese gods.

"He asked if you like your rooms." Marcel tells us. He doesn't look up from his food and seems to be concentrated on picking up the crumbs on his plate. He finally manages to clean them all off, smiling proudly afterwards. Me and Armani finish eating too. The only person not done is Roman.

"Yes, we love the rooms. Thank you." I tell Giovanni. He nods.

"If you're both done. I need to discuss the rules you will be following when living here." Alessandro tells us. Rules?

Correction: Rules I will most likely end up breaking.

Me and Armani mutter an okay before standing up and following Alessandro out the door. Before we leave, I hear Leonardo and Roman talking.

"Eat your food Roman, stop playing with it." Leonardo tells him sternly. Roman looks at his plate, and for a brief moment, I see his face curl up in distaste.

"I'm getting to it. Chill out." He says. Leonardo doesn't say anything back.

Me and Armani follow behind Alessandro to his office on the main floor. His office is actually pretty nice. Intimidating, but nice.

Alessandro sits on his big leather chair located behind his desk. We sit in the 2 chairs in front of him. Suddenly his entire face turns colder than from what it was a few seconds ago.

"You 2 have some rules you will be following when living here. Break a rule and you will be punished accordingly." His intimidating aura doesn't phase me. I don't think Armani is phased either. I keep a blank look, looking him in the eyes. I can tell that Alessandro doesn't expect this, but doesn't falter with his cold expression.

"Rule 1: I expect you both to tell me or your brothers where you're going. This is for safety reasons." The rule is reasonable. But I'll probably end up breaking it at some point. Probably when me or Armani goes fighting. I mean if I tell these people where I go all the time, I wouldn't be able to have a life.

"Rule 2: No cursing" Ha! Already broke that rule. That must be a new record. I can tell Armani is thinking the same thing by the way he rolls his eyes. He thinks it's stupid too. Plus I bet on my hoodies that our older brothers swear.

"Rule 3: Do good in school. I don't think this will be a problem as much. I looked at your transcripts from your old school, and it seems like you both had excellent grades." 

"But your attendance is terrible. It also states that you both have skipped class, been in fights, caused extreme injuries to classmates, been expelled or suspended, cursed out teachers, and done dangerous pranks. Oh dear... the list is longer than Marcel's and Roman's." Is that pride I see in his eyes? Me and my twin smirk when hearing our list of accomplishments.

"Ahh yes... our pranks. Remember when we hanged the principles new Sedan over the school's rooftop, upside down?" Armani snickers. I laugh, "Of course. One of our best pranks that year!"

Alessandro watches us with amusement. He coughs to snap himself out of whatever weird thing he was thinking.

"Y-Yes just... um... don't do it again." Did it pain him to tell us that? I bet he loved the idea and would have laughed if he wasn't a boring, responsible adult.

"Anyway, just keep your grades up and try to behave better." Hehe... most likely not going to happen. Sorry pops.

"Rule 4: No dating. Look I'll modify this rule a bit. I was going to say no dating until you're 18, but that's probably not going to happen. Just wait until you're at least 16. And if you do start dating... and doing adult things... be safe about it." He tells us awkwardly. Armani's cheeks turn red. I let out a tiny laugh.

"Rule 5: No inappropriate clothing. Rule-" I interrupt him before he can speak.

"Hold up! What do you mean inappropriate clothing? Like what do you deem inappropriate." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

"Crop tops, cropped hoodies, shorts, skirts-" I interrupt him again.

"So what do I wear during summer? I don't really wear skirts that often, I don't even own one. But if I were to own a skirt, I don't want to be told how 'inappropriate' it is. As for crop tops, I'm 15. So I should be in control of my own body. I won't let you or anyone dictate what I wear. I'll be honest, my wardrobe will probably never be too crazy. BUT I like to feel confident in myself sometimes. You probably are telling me to dress appropriately so guys don't get the wrong idea or so no one hits on me, because from what I've seen, y'all will probably end up being those protective male family members I read on Wattpad. So I'm telling you up front, I won't follow that rule. Thank you, next." I finish my rant. I put my folded hands on top of my folded legs. Alessandro looks shocked. He stammers on his words for a good few seconds. Ha! I made him speechless.

Armani chuckles, "Yeah that's my twin sister for you."

Alessandro composes himself and puts his emotionless face up again.

"Yes... alright. That is reasonable I suppose. Some of your brothers might still have a problem, but you are free to do whatever you like." I smile. "As I was saying, Rule 6: respect me and your brothers." I was about to interrupt him when he beat me to it.

"BUT I understand respect is earned. Therefore if someone disrespects you, you are both allowed to say whatever you want. No physical harm though please. I don't want my kids fist fighting like me and my brothers used to do." Alessandro smiles to himself before continuing. "But if someone shows you respect, I expect you to do the same." I think about it. Seems reasonable for now. I turn to Armani and he nods as a sign of agreement.

"Yeah okay. Cool." Armani says.

"One more rule." Alessandro's voice turns deadly. His eyes look like he just glazed over to a whole new personality. Oooo is this mafia mode? Lmao. I read too much Wattpad.

I won't lie though, his face was pretty scary.

But I've seen worse. And so has Armani. We just give him a blank look, telling him to get on with it.

"Never go to the basement, capito?" We nod. "Words principe e principessa" I internally roll my eyes. "We won't go to the basement." Me and Armani say at the same time. Alessandro stiffly nods. His face softens.

(Understood?)

(Prince and princess)

"Anything else?" Armani asks him. Alessandro contemplates on something. He tries to say something but holds back.

"Just ask us." I tell him. He looks up from his desk. He sighs, "How did Dominique die?"

I bit my lip and I could hear Armani quietly let out a breath. Then we turn to him with no emotion indicated.

"She overdosed on Heroin. I'm surprised they didn't tell you when they called to ask about us needing a guardian." Alessandro's face changed into one shock, and this time... it stays like that.

"Overdosed? She took drugs." He mutters under his breath. He starts saying things in a whisper so we didn't hear.

Me and Armani just sit there, staring at him as he mumbles things to himself.

"Hey, are you okay?" Armani asks. Alessandro's head whips up and he slowly nods. His face blanks and after a few minutes, he composes himself. You can see his fist clenching and unclenching. Is he mad?

"Yes I'm fine son. I'm just a bit upset at your mother." I flinch at the word mother but luckily Alessandro doesn't notice. "Okay, we'll be leaving now. I'm tired and want to get some sleep. I'm sure Andrea does too." Armani says. He stands up from his chair and waits for me to get up before walking out.

"Thank you for taking us in and for the dinner. Night." I tell Alessandro, following after Armani. Alessandro smiles at me.

"Goodnight principessa." I hear before closing the door.

(princess)

Me and Armani walk upstairs. I go into Armani's room and sit on his bed. He shuts the door then walks over to where I sit. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before he speaks.

"We buy a new laptop at the mall tomorrow. And then we find out what they're hiding." 

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