"My wings are broken. My halos cracked. The angels long dead. I'm a lost soul waiting to die out"
(Loving Athena)
After the abrupt and unexpected kidnapping of the Italian mafia princess Athena Armani, how is it evens possible for the Armani men to...
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"Can this get any more boring?"
Is what I thought I said in my head but turns out I said out loud making every one of my brothers turn and glare at me while my twin kicked me under the large meeting table.
"Shut up Lucio." Luca discretely muttered to me under his breath to which I rolled my eyes.
Antonello went back to talking to our new narcotics dealer, whatever his name is, obviously apologising on my behalf . "Don't worry about it," was what the guy said after Antonello said 'kids will be kids.' I almost said something again but opted against it deciding it's best for me to remain quiet.
Kids.
That's all Tony ever thought of us. The same kids depending on him after their mother and father died. While I respect and if I'm being honest loved my older brother I wish he'd learn to separate us from then and see us as the made men we all strived to be now.
Agitated I tap my foot on the ground hiding my slight tick I've never been able to control. It was better than tapping my fingers or cracking my knuckles cause those were all visible signs I was giving away, but if I hid the slight tick under a table perhaps it would be a bit better.
While I have tried to master the emotionless front my elder brothers exude on a daily, hourly basis, I felt like I always fell short. Like sometimes I'm just unable to hide my anger. I've tried to get it under control, but I just need an outlet when things are too overwhelming and I'm somehow incapable of apologising when I do use that outlet.
I don't mean to be crude I just can't help it.
The apologies my sister deserves are too many and my brothers aren't far behind.
I'm brought out my thoughts when the distinct sound of glass shattering fills the air and our narcotics dealer who was in the middle of shaking my eldest brother's hand falls face first with a bullet wound to the head.
Well... I was not expecting that.
In the split second it took for the man to fall to the ground it took for all our guns to be out whilst every single window in the room split and rained glass on us.
"Holy shit!" Ellio said and I couldn't have agreed more with him and without a second to think we were completely ambushed. The gunshot started next as men from all corners ran into the once spacious room that was feeling smaller by the second.
I could spot Matteo crouched behind a chair firing at men whilst he was on the phone shouting in Italian and I could vaguely hear him say back up was coming just not when we need it in time.
He hung up and shouted to us in Italian that all our security was killed and well it was pretty much just us against all these men.
