Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Seventeen

May or may not be a warning: this chapter has over 10,000 words.

Andrea's pov

It's been a few days since mine and Armani's first day of school. It's currently Friday, the day before we're supposed to go to the gym with Marcel and Roman.

"They already know we do boxing. So might as well just show them what we already know." Armani tells me at our lockers while we wait for our brothers to finish talking to their friends.

"Maybe we should minimize our abilities though. Make them think we only know the basics or something." I suggest. He smirked.

"Yeah we could use that to our advantage. They'll think we're weaker than we really are." He mused.

Our family may be the Italian mafia, but we don't want them knowing about us doing illegal fighting. One, if they think we're weaker than we are, we could use that to our advantage in case they try something. That's also the reason we're only making them think we know Spanish and English.

We can listen in on their conversations since they speak freely in front of us, thinking we don't understand it. And the Russian is usually just for emergencies.

Also, from what I know at least, the Russian mafia is our family's enemy. So if something ever happens... Like us getting kidnapped by the enemy mafia and used against our family, we can use the Russian to our advantage.

Like that would ever happen.

Every mafia book on Wattpad says otherwise.

Oh and mafia movies too.

Like what? 365 days?

Ew ew ew ew ew ew. Don't ever say that movie name again. That movie traumatized me more than I already am. I don't know what's worse. Fifty Shades of Grey or 365 Days. I am disgusted.

Well sorry, it was just an example. Jeez, get over it.

How can I get over it when it ruined the words 'baby girl' for me. It's a total rip-off anyway. The movie's name is '365 days' and yet she falls in love with him in like two months.

*Cough* Stockholm syndrome *cough*

Anyway besides the whole using things to our advantage, we also don't want to tell them because then we would have to explain why we joined in the first place, and how we got involved.

And then we would have to tell them about Dominique, because she was pretty much the sole reason we even started doing illegal fighting and racing. We could always lie. But that's just too much work and unnecessary, for now at least.

Armani shuts his locker with a slam.

I grabbed whatever I needed for the weekend and closed mine too, not as hard as Armani's though.

Is he trying to break his locker?

"Boo." Someone grabs my shoulders from behind, making me jump and fling my head back. "Oweeee. You just hit my nose." I turned around to see Marcel holding his now red nose.

"Sorry. But next time don't sneak up on me." Marcel pouts.

"Noted." He mumbled.

"Are you both ready to go?" Roman asked. Armani and I nodded. We walked out of the school and to our car, all the other students parting for us like we're royalty. I suppose Roman and Marcel are popular enough to be considered royalty. Marcel unlocks his car. Me and Armani got into the back while Marcel and Roman sat in the front.

Marcel and Roman are talking about some family trip. Armani scrolls through Snapchat, grumbling about stupid things people post, like flexing their money. While I annoyingly convert all my Samsung Notes to the new format. It's not letting me access any of my fucking notes unless I convert them, so I'm going one by one and converting this shit.