Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Five

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.