The Knife In My Hand

Chapter Twenty Seven, Protection

Point Of View - Brooklyn Knight

      It's time to protect my Donna. She lit a spark in me. She calls me family, her sister. Elma even trusts me enough with her own life and multiple times. She has pushed me out of the line of fire, sacrificing her own life for me. Now is one of the moments that I can repay her.

      "Huston wake up, we are here." I pull the car over to the side of the road right in front of the Bianchi Mansion gate. Ok now I just need to make sure my idiot twin remembers the ground rules we had set yesterday.

      "Give me five more minutes." My twin mumbles out. I roll my eyes while taking my two hands and shaking him awake. "Hey I Was Sleeping Brooklyn!" Huston yells giving me the cranky look. Man, how is he so relaxed right now.

      Now I just looked at him and intentionally rolled my eyes. "We are at The Bianchi Mansion." I grumbled out in a cranky way because Mr. Idiot here got a nap in the car.

      "O sorry twin." Huston grumples as he rubs his eyes.

      "It's ok just make sure you have your game play on." I pushed the parking brake off and started to steer the car to the big metal gate.

      "Got and I will send a text to Elma that we are here." Huston mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

      "Remember the ground rules." I gave a stern look to Huston before lowering the passenger window.

      "Who are you and what's your business?" The guard said as he approached my car with one of his hands at his waist. Which I am guessing ninety nine percent that it's a Glock.

      "I'm Brooklyn Knight and this is my twin Huston Knight. We are here on the job." I let out my venomous voice showing my dominance.

      "Ok let me call this in." He walks away and pulls out a phone.

      Ug how long is this gonna take! I just sit there tapping my foot out of nervousness because the longer we sit here the more danger we are in. "That's it!" Huston yells out flying his hands into the air.

      Then in an instant the guards hold their guns at us. "HUSTON!" I yelled out so loudly in my deep voice that a shiver was sent down the guards backs too.

      "Ok they are cleared." The guard in charge comes back.

      "Good." I roll my eyes out of utter frustration.

      After they opened the gate I instantly sped through pulling up to one of the garage doors. Once we got out of the car I opened the trunk to grab Mila and the duffels. Damien Bianchi, Elma's eldest brother, was waiting at the door frame for us. "So you two are the famous Devil Twins, Brooklyn and Huston." Damien eyed us checking to see if he could find our weapons knowing we are armed.

      "Yes we are and I hope we can get along." Huston walked up to him after grabbing his duffel.

      "We will see about that." Damien starts going inside not paying attention at all to Mila who is next to me.

      "Brooklyn, this place is cool." Huston just mumbled out with Damien chucking back.

      "This is the living room and that's the kitchen-n." Damien stuttered for a second seeing the black lab just standing next to me. He just stared at the cute black labrador in front of him.

      Out of amusement I could not help chuckle from Damien stuttering from seeing Mila. He is the heir to The Italian Mafia and didn't realize that there is a dog here. "This is Mila, Elma's dog. She asked us to pick her up at the airstrip." Huston clarified Damien's stare as he explored the living room.

      "You know Elma?" Damien started questioning me and Huston.

      "Yes we are her best friend." Huston quickly declared his point clear to Damien.

      Then Damien was about to say something when, "M-I-L-A!" Elma comes into the living room all pumped up.

      "Hey bestie, how have you been?" I asked Elma with open arms and a shrieked voice. All tho we met yesterday her family can't know that. Yesterday's meeting was mainly mafia business.

      "I have been very good Brooklyn." Elma tells me while she gives Mila a butt scratch.

      "Hey I am right here, you know." Cranky Huston interrupted us.

      Now out of instinct Elma rolled her eyes at Huston. "Yes I know you're there, why don't you go find your room and take your nap." Elma quickly snapped back. Seriously dude you couldn't have been nicer or at least given her a hug you had to make her grumpy.

      "Hey!" Huston bites back.

      I turn around facing my twin, having my hands on my hip. "She is right, Potato Sack. You're very cranky from me waking you up at one a.m." I brushed my hand on his head, messing up his hair.

      "Don't Call Me Potato Sack!" Huston started a fit acting like a five year old.

      Then Elma focuses her attention on my brother while still being on the ground with Mila. "O come on your being a big prick Huston." Elma teases Huston with Damien still in the room.

      Now I approach my cranky twin, standing right next to his shoulder and whisper very harshly into his ear. "Huston, remember this is not our home, we are guests here."

      "Yes Brooklyn." Huston whispered back to me as I exchanged glances with Elma apologizing for Huston actions. Sometimes I just want to just stab my brother in the heart but he is my twin and this is Houston's reputation.

      It's time to meet the Don of the Italian Mafia. He has the reputation for being ruthless especially if it means protecting his princess and his family. If you mess with a Don's family you get the ruthless killer on your tail.

      Damien guides us to the third floor where the famous Don of the Italian Mafia is. After the knock on the door we both entered seeing a strong harsh cold mafia Don right in front of us sitting behind a dark wooden desk. "Please have a seat." He says while guesting to the two chairs in front of him.

      We both sat down in the dark wooden chairs. Damien sat behind us on the dark gray couch. "Mr. Bianchi, it's our Donna's wish that Elma is protected." I stand strong not giving up my dominance.

      Man I can't believe I am even doing this. Elma you truly owe me now. "Ok but can you tell me one thing? Why does your Donna want to protect my daughter?" Lorenzo asked me in an aggressive way.

      Here goes nothing, remember what Elma has said, 'If my Dad asked about why I am protecting 'The Italian Princess', say that It's not my place to tell.' She was very clear about that and explained why. Elma felt like it was still not the time and place for them to know about her past.

      Now I let out a sigh before saying. "Mr. Bianchi, I will be honest with you. It's not mine or Huston's place to tell you."

      "Very well Brooklyn. Damien, please show the twins their rooms." Lorenzo commands to his heir while picking up a file folder.

      "Yes father, also Elma's dog Mila is here." Damien comments before leaving the room with us.

      "Thank you Damien. Don't forget breakfast is at six." Lorenzo makes it clear before he looks up from the cream color folder.

      After Damien shows us our rooms. Me and my twin started unpacking and noting where the hallway cameras are. Elma will expect us to be cautious at all times even if they are her biological family. All three of us have been to hell and back. We don't trust easily and for the people who can't accept that... is the next person how goes.

      Now after unpacking I met my twin in the hallway. By the look on his face he wants to sleep. I can't blame him. We have been up since one a.m. and it's currently time to sleep. "Goodnight Huston and don't forget about training in the morning." I pointed out while giving my twin a hug and kiss before retreating back to my room. 

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