Peter's pov
We went to Grandpa's house. He greeted us warmly and led us into the living room.
" So Peter, I made them prepare your room. Would you like to see it?"
I looked at Marco and he nodded
" Okay." I replied
He took me to the room. It was so much like my room in the house.
" I wanted you to be comfortable, so I made Marco show me your room."
" Thank you."
" Happy that we found you, you look so much like your father, just your eyes to your mother."
" I'm happy to see you too grandpa, you don't want to know how Marco found me?"
" It doesn't matter. The most important thing is that you are here." He said rubbing my back, I smiled at him.
We returned to the living room where Marco was talking to our grandfather's girlfriend. I guess she's 28 years old. He lives his life. I felt like she was flirting with him, but he pushed her away with his straight face.
" So Marco, Is Peter staying with me?" I looked at my brother, please keep your promise, please.
Marco huffed and said, " Yes. I'm sorry Peter."
" You can't do this. You promised me, I-I-" I looked at him shocked.
" I'm kidding, don't freak out." He laughed.
I glared at him.
"Are you sure?" Grandpa asked him
" Yeah."
" Nice, how long are you staying here?"
" We came just to say hi. We are going." Marco said
" You are still mad?"
" No, I have so much work, every hour of tardiness will make it worse."
" As you want, but you will come again, both of you, and Malik too and stay with me for at least a month."
" Maybe in the summer, but now we should go, thanks, grandpa." He smiled at Marco
" Thanks to you Marco, for giving me another chance."
" Everyone deserves one." Marco stood up and winked at me.
I smiled at him. Grandpa couldn't resist more, so he hugged him then pulled away quickly. " I know you hate it but I can't help it,"
Marco just nodded, then grandpa hugged me. We said goodbye to him and went to the jet.
13 hours later, we landed in LA, and finally, home. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I did my homework, then I walked to the dining room.
I sat on my seat and started eating my dinner with Cole
" Cole, I chose 10 bottles of alcohol and I want you to pour them in the sink." I told him out of the bleu
" What? Are you kidding me?"
" Nah, you just spanked me without doing anything, so I'm punishing you."
" Ohh God."
I smirked.
When we were done with the dinner. He walked to the cellar and started pouring his special ones. I laughed as he was about to cry.
" So profusion."
" Fair enough." I smiled and went to my room
An hour later™
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My Severe Brother
Ficção GeralPeter, a 16-year-old boy, working with a The Blackstone, a big Mafia in LA, in order to provide the money for his mother's treatments. Once, he got a mission to kill the boss of the most powerful and feared mafia in the whole country. Peter isn't a...