Aurora Costello.

Chapter 4

Monday 3rd January 2024. 9pm

I'm not being funny but what the actual hell.

I've been on this private plane for 6 hours now. Yeah I said private.

We got to the airport and Alejandro sent me in the direction of the private section of the airport. I wanted to question it but chose to go along with it. We came to a highly guarded airport section where a massive matte black aeroplane was in touching distance. As I admired the plane I saw some gold lettering, I stepped back so I could read it and lo and behold 'Aurora' was written in beautiful italics on the plane.

Why do they have my name written on the damn plane?

And why the hell have I never tried chicken nuggets before?

After being in awe of the exterior of the plane I was simply gobsmacked by the interior of it, cream seats with two massive bedrooms in the back, a bathroom bigger then my basement bedroom back home and a huge seating areas that could fit over 20 people.

Why the hell do they need so much space.

About two hours into the flight Elijah was doing my head in. He's lovely but he talks to much, I asked to go lay in one of the bedrooms and Alejandro said to go in the one on the left because it had its own bathroom with shampoo and conditioner so I could have a shower.

My first proper shower experience and it's on a damn plane.

If I search up luxury in a dictionary the explanation better be private planes with en-suite bathrooms the size of my old house.

It's been four hours since then and I'm bored out of my mind. I can't sleep because I risk having a nightmare and that would be so embarrassing. I have already re-dressed all my wounds, had a shower, brushed my hair and plaited it into two French plaits. I spent about an hour smelling my hair because it smells like stawberry's and I'm in awe.

And now I'm just staring at the ceiling thinking about how my life has changed drastically in.. how long has it been?

It's 9pm?

Where's my phone gone?

Ahh found it.

I open my phone to scroll through instagram and TikTok when I am bombarded with hundreds of messages and missed calls from dumb and dumber.

I forgot about them. Oops.

I call Lucas knowing he'll be with Leo and grab a bag of mini cheddars to munch on.

"Dude where the hell did you go?" Lu scolds as soon as he answers. I can hear the concern in his voice as soon as he speaks.

"Sorry lu a lots happened since lunch, funny story but I'm actually on a plane to LA now..."
I say dropping in the bomb kinda casually.

3...

2...

1...

"WHAT???" They both scream down the phone.
I suppress a giggle and move the phone from my ear as Leo rambles on and on and on... and on.

"Shutup dickhead let her speak" I hear lu grumble.

"Ok get some popcorn I'll explain from when I got into Spanish" I began.

3 hours later. 12am (midnight)

After I finished telling the boys where I was and what happened I went back out and sat with the two strangers who are calling themselves my brother and father.

We talk a little bit until Alejandro says he has to do some work and goes into the back. I think he's just sneaking to go to bed. He's old, I get it.

Elijah turns on a film called 'hangover' and we sit in silence watching it. We then also watch all of them. Alan is my spirit animal.

We finally land in LA and as soon as I get off the plane I'm hit with the warmth and I can't help the smile that spread across my face. LA is beautiful and I'm so excited to go to the beach, london is always raining and when a tiny bit of sun appears any good beaches in the area are packed with idiots who all had the same bright idea. Plus mark and Simone would never let me go to the beach. I've only been once and that was for Leo's 15th birthday when we skipped school. I got a really bad beating for it but it was one of the best days of my life yet.

An emerald green Porsche pulls up infront of the plane and a really really tall man steps out. He's wearing grey suit pants and a short sleeved polo shirt. The shirt is tight and you can see all his muscles popping with loads of tattoos covering his arms and neck. He's handsome and has dark black hair like mine. His blue and green eyes are identical to mine with the exact same freckles and birth mark on the bottom of his chin. He has a scar running down his right eye and I can see the start of one just on the top of his neck.

He stares right back at me with a smirk, dimples on his left cheek and I don't doubt he's related to Elijah and Alejandro.

The tall muscley man walks up to me ignoring the other presences and stands infront of me searching my eyes for a key to my soul.

"Nunca más te dejaré ir mi corazón" he said in a thick Spanish accent. My heart swelled but I kept my face cold. I knew what he was saying but he didn't need to know that I knew. It might come in handy that I know other languages.

Translation: I will never let you go again my heart.

"My name is Maximillo mi corazón, I'm you're eldest brother." Maximillo said with another smile.

I had a stronger urge to hug him then I have ever had with anyone I pushed that right back though.

I can't trust these men just yet.

Setting on a smile and a wink my hands moved on their own and poked his dimple. I couldn't help it.

My cheeks burned a bright red and maximillo chuckled deeply. "Come on mi corazón let's get you home." He smiled leading us to the Porsche.

Home.

I smiled "can I drive?" I asked him with a bright smile. I can't help it I love driving.

"This car is my baby, you can drive but be careful mi corazón" he replied with a look of love in his eyes.

Alejandro and Elijah had a knowing look in their eyes as they watched out interaction.

Sorry Elijah. I think maxi here is my new favourite brother.

I hopped in the Porsche maximillo sitting next to me in the passenger seat and Elijah and Alejandro in the back seats. "Buckle up" I said with a excited glint in my eye. I was gonna speed down these streets they just don't know it yet.

I began to drive out of the airport a GPS telling me where to go, and within five minutes I was speeding down the roads with the biggest smile I've ever had on my face. Like ever.

I was going 100mph down a pretty slim road. I expected for the guys to be scared shitless but they all had a look of pride and the same smile I had on. What was supposed to be an 1hr journey turned out to be 30 minutes and the gps told me we arrived at the correct destination.

My jaw dropped.

Like to the floor.

The house, no mansion was huge. What the hell?

I have secrets. Deep ones, but there's only one family in the whole world that could afford a house this big, with 100s of guards surrounding it.

The Spanish Italian mafia.