Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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Giovanni called a meeting with myself, Lorenzo and the older set of twins. So I'm currently sitting in his office waiting for him to speak.
"You should really invest in some spinny chairs," Lorenzo comments , adjusting himself in his seat.
Giovanni only glances at him, "my chair is a spinny chair."
"How's that fair on any guest you'll be hosting in your office?" Lorenzo grumbles.
"You lot and our cousins are the only dipshits I meet with in this office, so I don't really care."
Ouch I guess?
"Anyways," Giovanni butts in before Lorenzo can make any more comments, "I've asked you all to come here because I need to speak to you lot, I've already told Noah this. We will not be speaking about our mafia or any illegal activities in front of Chiara. I don't care if you're speaking in Italian, English or any other language, this whole side of our business stays away from her until she's been made aware of it by me," he says sternly.
"Why?" Taylor scoffs, "she's literally the Italian mafia princess, her whole family is a part of this," he says.
"She was born into the mafia family, correct, but she wasn't raised in it. And I don't want her finding out through over-hearing our conversation. We don't know what languages she speaks, so we just have to be very careful as I'm not willing to take any chances. I'll tell her myself when I see fit."
We all just nod and accept what he's saying.
"Everyone understand?" He checks.
"Yeah," we answer, before most of us get up and leave.
I exit his office and make my way to Chiara's room.
Her door is wide open and I pause for a moment, watching her and Noah decorate her room, making idle conversation between the two of them with music playing quietly in the background.
This is so different.
A good kind of different. A great kind of different.
Seeing her room actually being hers fills me with a kind of happiness I didn't think I'd have. Because I didn't think I would actually have my sister back here.
"Do you guys need any help?" I make my presence known, causing both twins to jump slightly, caught off-guard.
"Neither of us can make sense of the instructions for the bookshelves. And we're also too scared to use the drill," Chiara says, and I look at them both in amusement.
"Okay, I'll help you out with that then," I chuckle whilst taking my phone out of my pocket, "I'll also grab Lorenzo to help with the shelves."
How am I meant to know how to set up book shelves?
Moments later Lorenzo is walking through the doorway.
"Why am I here?" He sighs.
"Chiara and I can't do the bookshelves and are scared of the drilling machine. Harry said you both can help set up the shelves," Noah replies, looking up from a pile of photos he's got in one of his hands, a massive ball of Blu Tac in the other hand.
