𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

I take a well needed shower, and used the vanilla body wash and coconut shampoo and conditioner. I realised they got the exact same one I used to use but the other way round, well it wasn't mine it was Monika's but she didn't need to know that, still they smelt lovely.

I got out and looked at my ribs. They're not as bad, they're turning green, that's good right? It means they're healing? If they're not I suppose they've got time to heal, as long as my brothers aren't like them... I hope they aren't.

I get changed into some grey jogging bottoms and a black long sleeve body suit covering my collar bone, tattoos and all my other bruises and start unpacking.

It didn't take me long as I only had a couple of stuff, now that I'm here I guess I can spend my money I won from winning fights in the underworld. Finally.

Just as I'm about to sit down on my bed I hear a knock at the door. I quickly open it to find Sandro stood there, "Dinners ready." He walks away heading to the kitchen.

I follow him down knowing I'd get lost if I was by myself and head into the kitchen.

I hear faint chatter but as soon as I walk in it falls silent. All eyes snap towards me. If I'm being honest it makes me uncomfortable.

They don't need to know that. Act confident.

I stand up straight and stare back at them.

Sandro clears his throat and heads towards the table and sits down. There's a spare seat next to him so I'm guessing that's for me? I go to walk over and a man at the head of the table whom I guessing is Lorenzo as he's the oldest signals for me to sit down.

I was right, it was for me.

I do exactly that and sit down. I ignore the uncomfortable feeling in my ribs knowing that I need to take a painkiller soon or else I'll be in agony.

I push that thought aside and stare at the man sat directly opposite me. I recognise him. I don't know why and I don't know how.

I stare at him deep in thought trying to figure out how I recognise him and where from.

Dark brown hair, greeny brown eyes and a sharp jawline. His dark brown hair was fluffy knowing if you were to run your hands through it, it would be very soft. He has the same slight curls that fell onto his forehead just like Sandro's. You could tell he worked out a lot by the way he had very broad shoulders and muscly arms.

Flashback:

"NO, AHHHH LEO NOOOO!!" I scream running out into the garden.

"I'm going to get you Vee!" Leo shouts chasing after me.

I'm running as fast as my 2 year old legs can carry me until I am lifted into the air.

I giggle.

"Tag you're it." He yells putting me back down into the floor.

"That's not fair you're quicker than me!" I say with a frown, "I don't want to be it!" I give him my puppy eyes knowing he will give in.