Bloodlust

four | home??

工 made sure to keep my head lowered as the tension in the room was thick.

not a single word was uttered.

Alessandro seemed to be deep in thought, processing everything that he just saw. I couldn't even believe it myself. I'm happy, but kinda scared, what if they leave me or torture me like I have been in these past years, all my life. I've never had a proper family, hell, I've never been loved. My head - my life is all over the place.

i probably sound like a brat.
hmph, probably am. at least i wasn't on the streets.
well... rather in different people's beds all day!
oh shut up it wasn't my fault. i had no choice...

"I will get you under my guardianship and you'll be coming home with us," Alessandro's deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He spoke leaving no room for discussion, though behind his words, I could sense a tiny bit of emotion. Happiness. Satisfaction.

"W-Wait," I called out hesitantly, before we could leave.

"What's wrong?" Giovanni questioned in concern.

he's concerned about me.
that could be a lie -
no. stop. stop it right now.

"U-Um... what - what about Vladimir?" I stuttered, easing their questioning gazes. I cringed as his named rolled off of my tongue. I hadn't uttered his name for years. I usually called him by 'he', 'his', or 'him'.

"We'll deal with him," Alessandro said briefly, giving us a knowing look. I just nodded and followed Giovanni out of Alessandro's office and out of the building.

BLOODLUST

I woke up to someone gently shaking me. Out of instinct, I jumped straight up. I was met with Giovanni's warm gaze. It was like a time loop of yesterday in the jet.

"We're home bamibina," he smiled softly at me.

home.
so foreign to me.

As we were walking towards the entrance of the mansion, I halted in my steps and Giovanni noticed this, so he turned around and gave me a questioning look.

"Uhm... if y-you don't mind, c-can you not tell them how you found m-me," I said looking down at my fiddling fingers as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

don't want my "brothers" thinking that they have a whore for a sister now, do we?

I came to know, during the ride back home, that I had four more brothers, which terrified me even more. How am I going to live inside a house of six men, who could possibly kill me with a snap of their finger. They sure as hell look stronger than the men back in Russia... maybe they have the same temperament... no?

Giovanni gave me sad smile, then crouched down to my height. He gently lifted up my chin to meet his eyes.

"Sorellina, I know something must've happened back there and you obviously don't want to talk about it, but just know, we are your brothers, your family. We will never judge you or hurt you. Its gonna take some time for you to adjust, and that's okay. We have time, we'll wait for you. And whenever you're ready, you can talk to me... us," he said giving me a soft kiss on my forehead, making me flinch a little. He noticed this, but decided not to comment.

"Okay," I mumbled softly, grateful for his understanding.

maybe things will get better-
don't get your hopes up. you know what happens when you do... or did...