Secrets Untold

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 19

**Akira's POV**

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 lying to us. I could feel it in my gut. We were living with liars. Liars who were in the mafia. Liars who hurt people. Liars who could not be trusted.

If that was true though, then why had they not hurt us? Why were they kind? Why did they act like real siblings?

I groaned and let my head drop forward onto the table, "Oh Dios. ¿Por qué es tan difícil?" (Oh God. Why is it so difficult?)

A knock sounded on my door, "Is everything alright in there?"

Just as I was about to respond, the door was pushed open gently. Definitely not Carson then. Now that I thought about it, there was a lack of privacy in this house. I mean, what happens if I was changing and they barged in?

"Akira?" Diego tapped my shoulder, making me flinch in surprise.

He apologized quickly, "Sorry, are you talking to someone? I could hear you speaking to someone. What language were you speaking?"

"French," I gave him a sweet smile, "I was just practicing. I have an exam for school. A French speaking exam, you know?"

"Right," a dubious look entered his eyes, "Well, good luck. Lunch will be ready soon."

As soon as he left, I started cursing at myself aloud. I had almost blown my cover. Way to go, so called 'one of the greatest assassins'. 

Groaning tiredly, I rubbed my eyes with my hands. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this. Conflicting thoughts were never particularly good for me.

My stomach growled loudly and I laughed, "Alright then, I guess it's time for lunch."

*****

A tense silence hung above our heads, and needless to say, I was probably the one to blame for it. For the past few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen was us eating. For once in their (or was it our?) entire life, we were all sitting together at the table.

I stared at my salad intensely as I pushed it around my plate, as I had been doing for the past five to ten minutes.

Finally stabbing a tomato aggressively, I shoved it into my mouth, and taking a quick glance up at what everyone else was doing. Cameron was shoving as much food as he possibly could into his mouth, whilst Diego looked at him in disgust.

Carson was eating his food happily, oblivious to the tension that was humming through the air. His twin, however, looked uncomfortable. Archer's eyes shifted from one person to another, studying us all intensely.

Lila brushed away a strand of her hair that was floating in front of her face from the slight breeze coming in through the window. I continued eating my salad, watching as Lila flipped through the book in front of her. A French book might I add. 

As I shoved a lettuce leaf inside my mouth, I felt as if someone was burning a pair of holes in the top of my head. I mean, of course there was. Victor. I probably shouldn't have asked in the first place. Once again, I had stuffed up. To be fair, my brothers were pretty stupid sometimes, or maybe that was just me thinking that because we didn't have a good enough relationship.

I was clearly overthinking this.

I stood up quickly, finishing the last of my food before walking into the kitchen to clean up. The sound of chairs scraping across the tiled floor followed after I had left. Wow, I'm such a trendsetter clearly. Not. 

Rolling my eyes, I washed up my plate, ignoring the presence of three other people behind me. Once I had put the plate in the dishwasher, I turned around, ready to head back up the stairs and camp out in my room. As I walked past my brothers, someone placed their hand on my shoulder, "Can we talk, Akira?"