Bloodlust

twenty | ignition

Third Person

'The fire has just started. It's ignited for now, but oh, it will get bigger,' Vladimir thought, smirking cruelly, as he leaned back, a cigar dangling in his hand.

BLOODLUST

It's been 2, almost 3 days, and the brothers are still as blind as ever.

The 5 Armani brothers were now sat at home in the living room, comforting their 'sister'.

Out of emergency, the rest of the family left for Italy, for as their warehouses had been attacked.

Bella- well, Gianna, cried her sorry ass out in the arms of Gio. She was "scared" for "her family". The brothers were trying to calm her down, but that cunt wasn't having any of it.

Alessandro was furious. He, along with his brothers, were trying to figure out who would do such a thing.

they were so irritating and oblivious that it was actually starting to become funny.

He sat with Marco, trying to figure out shit. While, on the other hand, Matteo was losing his shit, pacing up and down, his face looked as if he was constipated, or rather, a dying rat.

Giovanni was comforting the she dog. Leonardo was calling Silas, quite frantically, hoping he would pick up.

he never did.
surely he heard his phone, he just never cared to pick up at that very moment.
it wasn't necessary.
because their real sister, was in excruciating pain.

It was all their fault anyways. If they had just trusted their sister, they would never be in that position in the first place.

why should he clean up after the mess they created?
he shouldn't.

"Fuck. He's not picking up," Leonardo grumbled.

"Keep trying," Alessandro muttered, his gaze still fixed on his and Marco's laptops.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the third floor, I need something from the research room," Marco muttered, grabbing his laptop and heading upstairs.

"You think he's okay?" the imposter fake-whined for the 100th time, still latched onto Gio.

"Yes. We'll all be fine sweetie," he cooed, patting her head, as she sniffled once more.

And so it went on. Matteo soon calmed his ass down and decided to help the others. Everyone was now back in the tense atmosphere of a living room.

Out of the blue, shots were fired and bombs were blasted, leaving no chances for the brothers to prep. Even Gianna was confused. After all, she had been bribed with money and who refuses money in a mafia world, whether it's to betray your family or whatnot, it's money, which can do a lot of things.

it was another hit and run.
it was another cowardly attack of Vladimir.

Their bodies dropped to the floor, as they all groaned. They were strong enough, so the boys managed to wake up quickly, dusting themselves off.

"Fuck! Another hit and run. Bloody bastard," Matteo groaned, clutching his arm.

After they settled down, luckily no one was badly injured, they realised that they were forgetting something.