The Model and 8 brothers - Completed

Part 13

~Karma's POV~

We race down the stairs, stumbling over each other as we rush to get to the door on time. Well this doesn't look sus. I thought. Soon enough I heard the zoo that I call my brothers, burst through the door. I drag Joey into the kitchen, because by this time it was 7:30 pm, so they would want dinner soon.

"I'm beginning to think, that my soulmate may actually be carbs," Joey says

"You did not just fucking quote Mamma Mia 2 did you?" I ask sarcastically

"Yeah I did bitch, whatcha gonna do bout it?" He smirks

"Oh I'll show you." I start to chase him round the kitchen before I hear a voice boom from behind me.

"What are you guys doing!" Ace yells

"Uhm, making dinner?" I question

"No, you're not, you're running around like a bunch of mad men, now Joey, sit your ass down. Family meeting." He shouts

"Well, looks like I better go then..." Joey starts to slide of his chair

"No, Joey this concerns you too." Ace states as the rest of my family sits down while I continue to make dinner.

"Karma...Joey, we need to talk." Adam says in his 'mafia voice'

"Okay..." Me and Joey say in unison

"Well, you see..." Alex begins

"Fucking hurry up I'm tired..." I yawn, still making food

"We have decided to let you join the mafia!" Ashton yells

"FUCK YEAH!" Me and Joey yell, yet again in unison

"But...you guys have to get the omertá tattoo," Alfie says, cautiously

"W..what?" I stutter

"This means, we have to give up modelling because we aren't allowed tattoos!" I question

"I can't do that..." I whisper

"Karma, we have a way around it..." Ashton says, I'm guessing they are going to get him to tell me because he is the only one that could calm me down because it involves my job

"You will have to give up modelling, but you will still be allowed to make and design the clothes... so office work," He looks down at the table.

"Fine." I slam my spatula down on the side.

"Fine?" Joey asks

"Yes. Fine." I shout, running out of the door to the back garden.

This has been a long fucking day, and now, I get told that I can't do the one thing that helps me escape from my already fucked up life, just fucking great. I can't let my anger get the better of me because of the missions tonight, so I need to go and let off some steam. Don't you just love it when your own brothers don't pay attention to the fact that you have bandaged hands, because they are so focused on their work. Normally, they would complain about my outfit, because I was still just wearing a sports bra and sweatpants, but they are just too caught up in their own world, to notice their little sister is ill. I keep running through our huge garden, my hands aching as they swing up from my sides. Whenever I am upset, which is very rare, I go to my mothers favourite place, it is a little opening in a willow tree, it has a bench-swing, and there are flowers all around it. Nobody other than me, mum and dad knew about it, that's one of the reasons why I love it so much. I sit there and take in my surroundings for about 2 hours.