Lucia and Dante Bianchi were the beloved twins of the Bianchi family when they were born. But being the children of a mafia family is never a walk in a park.
( Yes this is cliche but I'm running out of these kind of stories to read so I'm making my...
Good news there was no nightmares. It's now Thursday and I'm not really sure what me and Lucia are gonna do today. Maybe we could go exploring since although we've been here for like a week we haven't actually explored the area.
Knock knock
'Come In!' The door opens and Lucia steps in dressed in some nicer clothes she obviously changed out of pyjamas.
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'Hey you wanna come down for breakfast with me' she steps in and just as she says it I hear my stomach rumble. If that wasn't a sign from the Gods that I'm bloody starving I don't know what is.
'Yeah okay I'm starving' she laughs before she leads the way out of the room. I was just dressed in some navy jeans with a plain black shirt, I don't really feel the need to dress up if I'm just walking around the house.
'Come sit' I hear a very stern voice say. I look up and I see Riccardo who does not look very pleased with us. He's staring at both of us extremely intently and I try to rack my brain for anything we could've done to get in trouble, the only thing is- shit. Our school reports.
We both sit down next to each other at the table with no one else but Vincenzo also present. Looking at the time it's 9:47 so they must already be at school.
'So. I got your school reports today' okay there's no yelling yet. The nerves start to build though and I can feel my hands start to get clammy and my vision shrink. I really don't wanna have a panic attack right now.
'Would either of you like to explain to me why your attendance is so sparse and low? Because with what I'm seeing, you both barely attended the years and until you both explain you won't be leaving this room' he sounds extremely stern and very pissed. Oh shit I made him angry. I didn't want to make him angry I didn't try to it wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault, it wasn't my-
*** Abuse
'YOU LITTLE BITCH! WHY IS DINNER NOT MADE YET?! YOU'VE HAD ALL DAY YOU LAZY SHIT. I ask you to do one thing ONE, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT?!'
He's angry. I didn't want to make him angry. He's throwing things I can hear glass smashing. I don't like that sound that sound means he's pissed and when he's pissed he hurts us. He's getting closer, he shouldn't be coming closer I did nothing wrong I just fell asleep. I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, I DIDN'T DO ANY-
*** Shaking. I'm being shaken. Why am I being shakenI don't want anyone to touch me. Stop touching me, stop touching me
'STOP TOUCHING ME I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING' was that my scream? My head is banging why won't everything stop spinning. I grab my head in my hands and curl into a ball. They can't hurt me now, I don't know where I am. Where is Lucia did they get to her I was the one who forgot dinner not her she shouldn't be punished.
Riccardo's POV: before meeting in kitchen
'Yeah so when is the next meeting? No I told you I can't do Saturday. Look just sort it out' I slam the phone down. Gosh how can some people be so incompetent.
Okay that was a little harsh but seriously it's not that hard to organise a few business meetings and new clients.
Ping
New Email. Okay what is it this time another meaningless complaint?
To: RICCARDO BIANCHI From: ROCKCLIFF SCHOOL (I'm just making this school up)
Attached are the school records of Dante and Lucia Bianchi.
Okay grades aren't looking bad they're actually looking pretty decent. I'm okay with these. Dante's had one or two fights but those were a while ago looks like he got over it.
I scroll down to look at the attendance reports. What. The. Fuck. Who on earth let them miss this much school? God those so called 'parents' couldn't even manage to make sure they went to school everyday. With the amount they've been off they may as well have missed half of secondary school. This is not acceptable.
'VIN' he's probably upstairs so he'll hear me shouting. Couple seconds later I hear the footsteps travelling down the stairs coming towards my office before they breach my doorway.
'Come look at this' I tell him. He walks over and leans over the desk to take a look at the reports at my screen. I see his eyes widen and his jaw slack. Good so I'm not the only one seeing the very obvious issue here.
