After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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I stared at Alessandro for what felt like forever.
I'm confused, angry and million other emotions I can't describe. Why is he saying that? He can't just promise me things like that.
I'm not a part of their family. I'll never be. It's just impossible. I'm an outcast, a messed up girl with too many problems.
So what the hell is he doing? Promising me they'll protect me?
I call bullshit.
The only ones who stuck by my side are those who are equally fucked. This family looks like they're doing fine, so why would they want me?
I'll only drag them down, and once they'll realize that I'm only a burden- they'll just push me away like every other foster family did. I promised myself I'll never get hurt because of that again.
You can't be rejected if you have no one, right?
But what if they are what they claim to be? I mean, these four days have been pretty nice. What if--
God, I'm so fucking naive.
I'm sure the storm that was raging inside me was evident on my face and body. I was tense, and I was searching Alessandro's face for anything that would convince me he's lying.
He just smiled sadly and leaned towards me. "I hope that one day you'll be able to believe me, sorellina." (little sister)
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked away. Why do I feel like I'm going to cry?
Blinking the tears away, I focused on the big ball of fur that made his way to me. "Hey Duke." I rubbed his head gently, and he licked my hand in response.
As expected, Riccardo was the next one to go down the stairs. He sported some black joggers and a shirt with a 'Fuck off' print on its back. Sounds about right.
He didn't notice us, going towards the back of the house. "Look, great!" Alessandro called, rising from his seat.
It caught both me and Riccardo by surprise. He visibly froze, one foot still in the air.
"Riccardo could take you wherever you wanted to go, he is just on his way out." Alessandro grinned, grabbing his brother by the shoulder.
"I am?" Riccardo raised his eyebrows in confusion, turning around to look at the front door. It was clearly the opposite direction of where he was going.
Alessandro squeezed his hand on Riccardo's shoulder, making him squirm under his grip. "Yes, you are."
"Fine, I am!" he yanked the hand off in a swift motion and rubbed his shoulder. "God, such a violent man."
I'm not sure how I feel about going out with Riccardo.
Sure, he's the most unlikely one to say anything about my destination to Alessandro, but I know nothing about him. Santo literally used the words 'a bit off' to describe him.
