"𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞."
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Alyssa, Alessandro and Alessio Smith have gone through hell.
They've been fighting to survive from the moment they'd first opened their eyes. Six...
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AN AWKWARD SILENCE has engulfed the room as we sit around the kitchen island with the same layout as yesterday. Francesco, Marcello, San, Ale and me sat on one side, and Gabriele, Sergio and Dante opposite us. They'd gone silent after Marcello had told us to sit down. However, due to their excessive ability of masking their faces, it's quite hard to make out what they're thinking.
Well except for Sergio, he's just right out glaring at us. But unlike this morning, neither Marcello nor Francesco bother to tell him off for it.
The rest are just sat silently, waiting for the maid to bring in their food whilst I fiddle with my fingers, the anxious feeling in my stomach increasing by the minute. Ale has long taken notice of this and grabbed hold of my hand, but then I started bouncing my leg instead, anything to alleviate even the tiniest bit of this feeling coursing through me.
"I've noticed," I breathe in, looking towards the source of the voice that has finally broken the silence, "the lack of clothing you brought." San clenches his jaw. Marcello studies our reactions diligently before he continues, "I'll have a laptop brought to your room along with one of my cards, you may buy whatever you wish as long as it is in any way useful to you. There's no limit on it."
I swallow heavily, my throat suddenly drier than just a minute earlier. 'Buy whatever you wish'? When will this deceitful act of kindness stop? When will the limit be reached and their true colors be shown? This walking around egg shells is slowly but surely driving me mad.
Just fifteen minutes earlier, they'd been complaining about our presence in their lives, and now they're allowing us to buy stuff for ourselves? With a card without limit?
My bewildered thoughts are forced to a stop when a perplexed voice reaches my ears. "Seriously? They're living under our roof, isn't that enough we've done for them?! Why give them more? You know what happened with that woman-"
What woman- our mother?
His angry rant gets interrupted by Marcello. "Enough," he orders, and I almost physically recoil at the calmness in his voice. I'm not used to calm. I'm used to mad and loud, to screaming and angry fits.
Marcello's face, however, is void. Of anything. The only indication of anger is the slight narrowing of his eyes, which I'm only able to decipher because I've learned to observe people better by learning to read my brothers. To an outsider, he'd look unbothered, disinterested even, in another one his brothers throwing a fit within the span of under half an hour.
"As long as they live under my roof, I will provide for their expanses just like I do with you four."
With the amount of finality in his voice, I thought the conversation would definitely be over now, but it seems like Dante isn't nearly as afraid of talking back to this man as I would be.
