𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 - Isabella has always felt empty, lost. She has been abused her whole life by her mother, Cara and her stepfather, Jack. Cara ran away when Isabella was just 4 years old, never telling any of the Romanos.But when Cara d...
When we walked into the house, I was greeted with an elegant and modern entryway. There was 3 different paths to go, on the right was a staircase, and on the left was an entry to some type of room, I don't know what. But when I look on the wall, there is a fucking elevator. An elevator. A lift. They had a fucking elevator, lift thing. That's different level rich people shit.
"BOYS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!" My dad shouts and me being the stupid girl I am, I flinch again. I need to stop but I can't help it. I don't trust them yet. Yet.
The next thing I hear is a bunch of footsteps. They're more like banging. Like a herd of animals honestly. My brothers. Fucks sake I'm going to me my other brothers. My other 6 brothers. 6 BROTHERS. I've already met one so I'm gonna have 7 brothers. I have 7 fucking brothers. And my mom is dead so I'm going to have to live with 8 men. Where is the girl boss energy?
When the first guy gets to the bottom of the stairs, I know I'm dead. So fucking dead. He's basically the same as Alessandro. Big. Muscular.
The other five boys- no, five men get downstairs, I cower behind my dad, hiding myself from them. Fuck I'm scared. My heart is racing.
"Bambina come out. Come on it's fine." My dad chuckles and guides me by my shoulder back in front of him.
I immediately tense at his hands on me, near my back. Where Jack used to grab me, what he held onto, how he held me down when he raped me, one hand on my shoulder, one hand on my hip. The pain. I was 9. I was 9 when I lost my virginity. My innocence.
"Isabella? Hello?" Im snapped out of my trance by Alessandro calling my name.
"Hm? Yeah what?" I say quietly.
"Are you with us? You kind of zoned out for a minute there." Alessandro asks, a little bit of concern edging his voice.
"Mhm. Who are they? I mean I know they're my brothers but what are their names?" I ask him.
"You don't remember us?" One of the men say, he looks a bit younger than the rest of them.
I shake my head, visibly confused. I mean I don't think I remember them. I think my mom took me away when I was 4 so it doesn't make sense I would remember stuff from 11 years ago.
The guy who asked if I remembered him looked disappointed, I feel bad now.
"I'm Dante, I'm 25, 2 years younger than Alessandro." One of the men say.
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