GUYSYYY so the plot wont change. like the main plot wont. the american drama etc etc and the backstories for characters wont change either. I'm just trynna fix the writing and plot holes. the characters betrayals, deaths, relationships, everything stays same....
Anyways...vote and leave a comment.
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My legs crossed over each other, back leaning into the couch as I eat the ice cream I stole from my kid. It's not good for her anyway. My brother Matteo sits on the floor with my baby next to him, leaning her tiny head on his arm. One hand waving around as she tries to sing along to the Disney song playing. My brother and my kid's eyes focused on the TV, watching sleeping beauty. My eldest brother, Gio, sits to my right, typing something on his laptop.
My eyes narrow at the screen and I make out some open emails that he's probably answering. Unlike Mat and I, my eldest brother decided that he wouldn't take over after Dad or become an assassin. He decided to start a business, and a pretty fucking good one since he's a fucking billionaire now.
The worst thing about being part of the underworld and ruling it is that you don't get weekends off. Your enemies don't book weekday appointments before deciding to attack you which is why Mat and I are sitting here now, ready to go downstairs to meet Fernando and Selene so we can come up with a plan to eliminate our newest enemy.
"What even happened?" Gio's question pulls me out of my thoughts and I slightly turn my head to him, taking a deep breath.
"Some idiots at the club were after the guy we have in our basement. Did they some research and have my face on their devices." My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose, a huff leaving my lips.
The silence that follows annoys me so I open my eyes only to find my older brother staring at me like I'm an alien. "What?" I snap.
"They identified you?" He sounds as shocked as I felt when I heard the news. I'm over it now.
"No. They just found out what I look like. Could not identify me. Obviously."
Mat turns his head back, eyeing me with a raised brow, and then turns his head to Gio. "Mind telling him who they are?" His tone drips with sarcasm, followed by an eye roll. I roll my eyes with a groan, hating this moment.
"Vincenzo Corsetti," I mumble under my breath.
Gio is silent for a moment before a loud snort leaves his mouth, body shaking with laughter, a tattooed hand covering his face, eyes hitting tight as he leans back into the couch. His laughter continues for the next few minutes until he calms down, clearing his throat and turning to me. "Italian Mob? Really? That little shit found you?" He shakes his head like he can't quite believe it.
Neither can I, brother.
My hand raises in the air and I flip him off with an annoyed look plastered on my face. Gio chuckles again, slapping my hand away, and shaking his head as he gets back to his laptop. "How'd they even do it? I thought Fernando was the best IT guy around?" This time the idiot sounds a little more sincere.
