Brooklyn:
After being forced to spend one summer in Italy with her grandma, Brooklyn always found her way back to the cobblestone streets but not for the feeling of a summer never ending, but for Valentino, a boy who radiates trouble and sees throu...
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POV: Valentino "Some people survive chaos and that is how they grow. And some people thrive in chaos, because that's all they know." Summer #3
I was mere seconds away from punching my brother's pretty face.
When I was younger, I always wanted a sibling to share my time with. I didn't care whether it was a girl or boy; I've seen the way siblings would bicker even though they cared for each other. A part of me longed for one just to be my soundboard, but by the time I was fifteen, the excitement faded.
My papa basically delivered Dima in a box on a random Tuesday, who was dressed with dirt covering his face and clothes. The boy was basically from the slumps, but the way he carried himself intrigued me. He was a boss undercover, and we were the ones with ragged clothes. No wonder my dad liked him so much. Dima was everything he wanted in a son.
I wanted nothing more than to shoot him when he sat in the chair behind my desk and made himself drink: "I don't like asking twice, brother." The word melts the rest of my tastebuds away. Even though Dima and I will never be blood brothers, I accepted him as family a long time before I called him anything other than Dolly Dima.
Well, I used to accept him as family before he showed his true colors as a psycho.
Dima is the picture of unbothered as he dusts invisible dust from his suit. "I'm just here to pay you a visit. See what you've been up to since you became Don." Disdain creeped into my voice at the last part, causing me to roll my eyes.
"You're still not over that? Is ruling Russia not enough?" When he let out a low growl, I continued, "Oh, please, don't tell me, your next mission is world dominance." This must hit a nerve, because he looks up from his glass and glares at me with such intensity that it could shake me if I didn't know Dima was as human as I am.
His next mission is probably world dominance.
"Ever since you took over, you've been doing a sloppy job. "It's not long until someone takes advantage of you being so distracted." Dima spits out the last part with disgust. He must have been watching me for a while now, and if he's been watching me, that means he's been watching Brooklyn as well.
Protectiveness surged through my veins at someone other than me watching her.
Dima needs to learn his place.
"Well, Dima, if I'm so bad at what I do, how about you do it? Wait, but you can't, because no matter how hard you train or work, you will always be second in line. So you take your opinions and put them in the suggestions box." As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew that there was no going back. I could already feel the storm brewing between us.
Dima tossed the rest of his drink and took a long death breath, displaying the image of being collected, but the tension in his neck and shoulders gave away his turmoil. For a second, I thought he got it together before he jumped over the desk and grabbed the collar of my shirt, growling , "I. Am. The. Ruler. Of. Fucking. Russia. You will not talk to me like I am one of your men. I don't come second to anyone anymore. So stop treating me like I am your annoying little brother." The words come out so cold that they could freeze over the Sahara desert, but I'm still not affected.
