Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Six

A/N: I live in America, not Italy. I'm not sure what stores or companies they have there. So I'm sorry if my information isn't completely accurate.  

Andrea's pov

"Wake up sorella." I open my eyes, groaning as the bright lights shine on me.

"Ahh what the fuck." I grumble. I narrow my eyes at Marcel. "Morning lil sis. Me and Giovanni are taking you guys shopping." He widely smiles at me, like he didn't just wake me up from one of my only ever good dreams.

I never have a peaceful sleep.

Marcel goes inside my closet and comes out disappointed. "You barely have any clothes. I don't know what you like. So you're going to have to get out of bed yourself."

"I was going to do that anyway dude." I tell him. "And I don't need a lot of clothes." I get out of bed and Marcel looks at me shocked. "Y-You have... tattoos?" He stutters, gaping at my arms and fingers. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah so? You guys all have tattoos." Marcel doesn't snap out of his shock.

"I-I didn't... I didn't see them yesterday." He utters.

They couldn't see mine or Armani's tattoos yesterday because our clothes covered them. Armani's hoodie covered his tattoos. I also coincidentally wore a hoodie. The tattoos we have on our fingers were visible, but I guess they didn't pay attention to it.

They also can't see my bruises because I'm wearing longer pants and a t-shirt.

"Yeah we coincidentally covered them I guess. I was thinking of getting another one. I want a scythe tattooed next. I'm not sure where I want it though. I was also thinking about getting a tattoo behind my ear, those look cool." Marcel shakes his head in disbelief. He dramatically puts a hand to his heart.

"You almost gave me a heart attack when I saw those. Does Armani have some too?" I nod. Marcel smirks, "Haha dad and Leo are going to kill you both. And you haven't even spent a full 24 hours with us." I roll my eyes.

"They can deal with it. If not... well there's nothing they can do." I shrug carelessly.

"How so?" He asked intrigued.

"One, it's my body. Two, it's permanent and they can't get it removed. Three, I don't care." I walk past him to my closet. Marcel looks at me with a baffled expression.

"I'll go check on Armani while you get dressed." I hum, indicating I understand. He walks out. I put on black ripped jeans and a white tank top. I put on a black and grey flannel, leaving it open. I roll the sleeves all the way up. Armani and Marcel are in my room when I come out. Armani still has a black eye and a busted lip. He covered the bruises up yesterday with my foundation, considering we were going to meet with our family. Armani is wearing light blue jeans and a black tank shirt.

"Why won't you tell me?" Marcel yells. "It isn't a big deal, so drop it." Armani hushes. They stop arguing when they notice me. I'm guessing that they were fighting about Armani's beat up face.

"You ready?" Armani asks, turning to look at me. I nod and we walk downstairs where the rest of our family sits. Marcel seems angry the whole way down. His jaw is clenched and his eyes don't leave Armani's face. As soon as we enter, everyone stops their conversation and stares at us, eyes wide. Roman chokes on the water he is drinking. Giovanni drops his sandwich. Leonardo and Alessandro blow up in rage.

"Armani, what happened to your face?" Leonardo shouted. His whole calm demeanor faltered.

"Who did that to you?" Alessandro exclaimed in a stentorian voice.