The life of a Mafia princess

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A/N;
Sorry for this, I struggled *a lot* while writing it

Third PoV

The house is silent when they enter it. The brothers all walk off into different directions while Matteo sits down on the couch in the living room.

Marcello and Giovanni walk into their own rooms to clean the dirt off of their bodies and change into new, fresh clothing before also joining Matteo in the living room.

Santino is also in his own room, tending to his wounds and cleaning himself up. His dirty clothes are carelessly thrown into the corner of his room. His gun is put down on top of his blanket.

A few droplets of blood follow him wherever he goes and he sighs. He uses his feet to wipe the blood away but instead only smears it, effectively staining his carpet.

"I don't have time for that," he murmurs to himself and quickly changes into new clothes before he leaves the room, leaving his gun behind.

His ears are still ringing when he walks down the stairs. Every small step seems to aggravate the thumping in his head further and the ringing to increase until it's so loud that he can't even hear his own brothers voice right in front of him anymore.

"Santino!" Marcello yells annoyed, waving his hand in front of his older brother's face. His foot kicks against the side of Santino's leg when the older one doesn't react, causing Santino to stumble and fall backwards onto the couch.

"How is he supposed to be of any help?" Marcello asks annoyed, pointing at his confused brother. His twin is a mix of Santino and himself and right now, Giovanni really has trouble deciding whether he should or should not kill both of them to take matters into his own hands. He never achieved anything with them on his side either way, so in his mind, it couldn't even be considered as a loss.

Because what loss would it truly portray? The brothers that blame each other for everything and cannot hold a conversation with each other, not even for the sake of their own sister. In reality, they're only holding Giovanni back and preventing him from finding Elena.

So he does the only thing he can do right now. He gets up from the couch and walks into Santino's office on his own, leaving the rest behind to fight out their issues before they might be of any help for him.

Matteo on the other hand though is still silently sitting on the couch, watching the younger Mancini brother carelessly injure the older one. He wants to intervene and knows that he should but the sight of the gun on Marcello's hip stops him.

The last remaining brothers here and the missing ones need him alive. Even if it is only to tell them how to take care of Elena once they have found her.

"Get up, Santino! Yell at me, tell me to leave, fight back! Just do something other than uselessly laying on the couch!" Marcello yells in pure frustration and desperation.

A gazed Santino looks up at him, barely aware of his surroundings with the ringing still so loud in his ears, "I'm here."

"No! You're not here! You haven't been here for months!"

"Marcello," Matteo now attempts to intervene.

"No!" He glares at Matteo, "he needs to hear this."

His focus is shifted back onto Santino and the physical abuse continues, "We have been on our own for way too long! He's responsible for every single one of my siblings getting kidnapped! He probably could have found them by now if he would focus on it instead of wallowing in self pity and deciding that someone else will find something!" Marcello's hands tightly grip the collar of his older brother's shirt, "get up and help us! They - we - need you! I can't find them on my own!"