In love with his own killer

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Chapter 20
Elijah's POV:

Tonight was the night of my younger sister's line released or whatever you call that shit. If it weren't for my father reminding me a few weeks ago, my brothers mentioning it briefly over the week, my mother calling me last night reminding me. I would've forgotten and got my sibling shamed for eternity.

It's bad that I'm going an hour late but at least I came sparring gifts. I got out of my car not wanting to have a chauffeur tonight. Walking in through the back trying to not get the paparazzi's attention.

Before leaving I ordered my men to watch the perimeter in case anyone wants to try anything. I even had snipers in stand by. Call me extra but the whole romano family out in public, it'd be dumb for anyone to try anything but people are suicidal these days. But you never know, rather be safe than sorry later.

Entering the back door, it was hectic with models swimming back and forth changing outfits. Managers yelling wanting everything perfect knowing their job is the line.

I continued walking down knowing I'd see her because it hadn't started yet. So I'm technically not late, just right on time. Walking in was like walking the red carpet. Paparazzi's all in their faces, screaming out questions not knowing how to mind their business. Coming in late is missing all the flashing on my face knowing I would've killed someone just for touching me. Call me short tempered but journalists and reporters have to be the second people that I hate the most after the cops.

Walking some more I started hearing a voice talking, almost losing their patience. A true romano had none, patience.

Turning a corner there she stood with some of my family looking anxious and them trying to sooth her down. Knocking on the door of the room they stood still, getting their attention, her once worried, nerve racking face then turned into a wide smile. "Am I late? I asked already knowing the response.

"Yes, but you came." She said happily, making her way towards me with her arms out ready for a hug. I usually don't do those things but for her, always. I wrapped an arm around her back, staying in the hug for as long as she wanted.

"Why wasn't I welcomed like that?" My brother said from the far side of the room. Soon enough she released from the hug accepting the roses I was handing her. She took them with a small thank you. "Cause you're not me." I stated rather factly earning an eye roll from him. I know I'm my sister's favorite, don't even need to question it.

I greeted my father who held a proud look in him, probably glad I didn't forget. Then moved on to my mother and my other sister giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. "Why before I was walking in here you looked stressed?"

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I don't even know, I'm just nervous. Like what if people don't like the outfits or something and think i'm a complete joke."

"First of all I wouldn't even let anyone live if they dared call you a joke. At least in front of my face." Nobody is dumb enough to try that shit.

"But you've been working hard on this for a long ass time, fuck whoever think down on you." My sister added.

"Hey, watch your mouth." My mother nagged. A manager soon came in with a knock poking her head in. "Hey, sorry to interrupt but everyone's seated so whenever you're ready we can start the show." Alora took a big sigh, shaking her hands nodding towards the manager.

"Give me a minute, yea?" The manager nodded, dismissing herself from the room. "We'll go find our seats so you'll be alone and breathe a little." My mother told her as we all stood to take our leave. She agreed, making us all say good luck before walking out the room leaving her alone with her thoughts. "Where's Alonzo?" I questioned the family since he wasn't in the room.