Aurora Costello.

Chapter 10.

Wednesday 5th January 2023. 5am.

I woke up to the light cascading onto my face from the bright window in my room.

Windows.

I'm not used to that.

I'm so comfortable right now.

I'm not used to that either.

I peak my eyes open to see where I'm spread out. It can't be the floor. To my suprise I'm in the bed. I'm in a bed.

In a bed.

Not just a mattress.

I have a thick quilt wrapped around me. And cushions under my head. I even have a life size teddy I'm cuddled up to.

I pull myself away from the teddy I'm going to name after my favourite brother at the end of the day.

Forgetting about my black and blue body, broken ribs and fractured everything else in my body, I wobble to my bathroom.

My bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror and I nearly cry at what looks back at me. You can see my bruises from the other night more clearly now and my long thick hair is as knotty as ever. I turn on the shower next to me and shower till my hearts contempt.

I smother myself in shampoo, conditioner, body wash, exfoliator. I even shave for the first time.

I hop out of the shower and layer my self in vanilla scented cream. I brush my hair with the pretty brush in one of my cabinets. It has my name one it.

My brush has my name on it.

I braid my hair into two fish tails and put a tracksuit on that one of my brothers left me last night.

It's really comfortable. More comfortable then anything I've ever owned.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I look clean. I look a little bit healthier. I little bit happier.

And it's only been 2 days

Rory's OOTD^^

I smile and make my bed. I decided I wanted to make breakfast for everyone this morning. It's the least I could do everyone's been really nice to me.

I head downstairs and after a few too many wrong turns I make it to the kitchen.

I still can't believe I get to live here now.

I got to work straight away and started cracking eggs and whisking the pancake mix. I played some music on the little radio they had on the counter and got carried away.

I think I made too much food.

Oh well. We can save some for tomorrow.

As I put some bacon and a pancake onto my plate I hear an elephants Hurd running downstairs.

"I SMELL PANCAKESSSS" I heard someone sing and I smiled at myself proud for coming up with this idea.

Everyone was downstairs in a matter of seconds and all of them had smiles on their face. Whilst all the boys dug in mama and papa made there way over to a smiling me.

"Princesa you didn't have to do all of this" papa said with a soft smile.

"I wanted to, it's the least I could do for you guys. Thank you for taking me in"

"Baby you don't need to thank us we're you parents we love you" mama said.

I smiled and ushered them over to get some food before my animal brothers finished it all.

Once everyone had plaited their food we sat down and ate breakfast happily.

As a family.

But my mind drifted back to my arrival. Ronan and Roman look so familiar and mama does too. I can't help but think they are the mafia.

So I ask.

"What do you guys do for work?"

I ask directing my question to maximillo because if my theory is correct he's the don of the Italian Spanish mafia.

He tensed.

I'm right.

"I own my restaurant piccolo " he said hesitantly

"Is that it?" I asked

"Yup" he said popping the p

"And you restaurant alone pays for this house, all your cars and the private plane we took on the way here" I said skeptically raising my eyebrow and glancing at my parents.

I caught the twins and Elijah smirking. They know I know.

"It's a successful restaurant" max relented.

I nodded. Sipping on my strawberry milkshake not breaking eye contact with max.

I smirk.

"So mama isn't the ex Spanish mafia Donna?" I question my smirk widening when I see everyone's eyes widening.

"And you maximillo aren't the don of the Italian Spanish mafia?" I continue.

"You thought I wouldn't notice the guns in your pockets? The guards? The tattoos all the older ones have? The cameras in most of the rooms?" I explain.

"Wow" Arlo says in awe.

"Your good hermana" max smirks looking at me.

"How do you know all of this then?" He questions with a smirk of his own.

My smirk intensifies as I continue to look at him.

"You know" I smile. He nods taking a sip of his milk.

Sorry but I can't be friends with people that drink milk by itself.

"I know your 'shadow' mi corazón si" he whispered so only I could hear him, switching between English and Spanish referencing my street fighter and racer name.

"I also know you speak Spanish and Italian," he said louder this time.

I smirk.

He thinks he knows everything.

He doesn't.

No one knows my assassin name.

No one apart from him.