Peter's pov
I woke up when my brother touched my face softly, caressing my cheeks then kissed them.
" Mmm, morning." I said with my sleepy voice
" Morning my love." He said stroking my hair
" Are you going?" I asked trying not to pout
" Yeah."
I hugged him tightly, " Please, don't endanger yourself."
" Same for you." He kissed my forehead
" See you, love."
" I'll be waiting for you." I said, smiling hiding that my sadness
He kissed my forehead again then stood up
" Hug?" I asked
He smiled and hugged me. I hugged him tightly taking all the comfort needed then he left.
I looked at him as he left the house and got in his car with Pedro, I closed my window and went to the living room when I saw Luke sitting there startled.
" Morning, Luca."
" Morning, Pete."
" What's wrong?" I asked
" Malik apologized to me." He replied with shock expression crossing his face
" Really? that's good."
So he was listening to me. Oh, thanks Malik but I'm mad that he didn't come to say see you, Pete.
" He is not fine, should I call Marco? I'm afraid of making him angry at me." He added
" Are you sure?" I felt worried
" Yeah."
" I'll call him." I tapped Marco's number
" He won't answer, he took his other phone. Just don't, maybe I'm exaggerating. Let's have breakfast." He tried to change the subject
" Okay."
We went to the dining room, Tatiana gave me a juice
" What's this?" I asked bemused
" Carrot, manga and kiwi."
" And those?" I said pointing at them
" Pancakes with nuts and a cup of milk mixed with honey."
I didn't feel like eating. I pretended that I'm eating, then I walked to my room to change my clothes. I have school today.
After the school day finished, I waited for Luke to come and take me home like he asked me to. And he did
We went into the house, I kicked my sneakers, threw my bag and I took off my uniform's shirt
" Pete, go wear some clothes before you get a cold." He said with a worried tone
" Yes sir." I said playfully
I put on my warm PJs then sat with him in the living room. I opened the PlayStation
" Hey, hey, little one, No playing until you do your homework and I review my lessons, Okay?"
" Fine, Loca."
" Watch out, Pete." He warned glaring at me
" What?" I asked innocently
" I know very well what you mean by that word." He titled his head, raising an eyebrow
And I went innocently with a soft tone, " It's a nickname."
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My Severe Brother
General FictionPeter, 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...