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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-TIME SKIP OF 2.5 WEEKS-
I've officially been living in this new country and house for two weeks and a bit.
It hasn't been that eventful, honestly. Other than Noah showing me around parts of the city, going shopping with Noah, Emilio, Lorenzo and Harry, I haven't really done much.
I've definitely gotten closer with majority of my brothers, though. Not including Taylor.
He's kept to himself away from me and I'm too scared and awkward to approach him.
But Noah is taking me out to a party today. Apparently it's being hosted by someone in my new school. He was telling me about it and the way we're going to convince Giovanni is by telling him, 'it's a good way to introduce me to my new peers'.
Should work, right?
Also during these two weeks, I've noticed that my brothers won't hesitate to do anything I ask of them.
I've kept that piece information in my mind for future use.
Noah walks into my room.
We've become so comfortable together - as twins should be - over this period of time that all semblance of knocking has left his mind.
"Time to convince the big boss," he claps his hands and I slide myself off of my bed, padding my way over to him.
"Remember what you've got to say?" I ask him.
"I know my script back to front," he replies as we make our way through this overly large house towards our oldest brother's home office.
"You better," I mutter just before we're standing outside of Giovanni's office.
"Come in," he calls out before either of us even have the chance to knock.
Fucking creepy shit.
Noah and I side eye each other before he pushes down on the handle, opening the door.
He lets me walk in first and I watch as Giovanni looks up at us from his seat behind his desk.
"You both okay?" He asks, pushing his computer away from him.
"Yeah, we're good," I reply.
When is Noah going to start talking?
"Why are you guys here then?" Giovanni asks, brows furrowed.
Now'sa good time, Noah.
I kick my leg out behind me, hoping it hits my twin.
By the hiss I hear from behind me, I can tell that I did manage to hit him.
