Lost And Found

Chapter 17

"Boy am I surprised to see both of you up and early at this time in the morning. Normally it takes threats and blackmail for you to get your sorry asses out of bed," Marco said to Nico and Matteo as he walked in already dressed for the day.

"He put his alarm so loud it rang through the bloody wall," Nico said in explanation.

"I was excited," Matteo grumbled slightly.

"Ah of course. Shopping. How could I have forgotten? I swear you're like a teenage girl," Marco said and the other brothers laughed as Matteo pouted.

"You are all mean to me," he decided with an exaggerated pout. "I'm disowning the lot of you."

"Then you have no place under this roof. Better pack your bags, kid. There's no room for exiles here," Marco said teasingly.

"Fine then. I'm leaving and I'll take Angel with me," Matteo said, pulling her chair closer to him.

"Like hell you are," Marco said, striding over to pull her chair back to its original spot. "She's staying right here. You, on the other hand, can scram." He pressed a kiss to Angela's head. "Morning, princess. Sorry about this idiot."

"Morning," she replied, her smile betraying her amusement as Matteo whined about how he's not an idiot.

"Lucian will be here any minute. He's the one who makes breakfast for us. He's always late though. Takes him a while to leave his precious books," Marco said, shaking his head.

"But it's always worth waiting for," Nico added and the rest nodded.

"That it is," Marco agreed. Lorenzo and Dante then came in talking to each other about something that looked serious but they immediately quieted as they entered the room.

"You two here before us? A miracle indeed," Dante said to Nico and Matteo teasingly before he pressed a kiss to her head. "Morning tesoro."

"What does that mean?" she asked him curiously.

"You don't know italian?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"No, but Nico's going to teach me," she said.

"And she's going to teach me spanish in turn," Nico added.

"Sabes español?" he asked with a grin.

(You know spanish?)

"Sí, lo hago. No sabía que tú también. Cuántos idiomas sabes?" she asked, surprised.

(Yeah I do. I didn't know you did as well. How many languages do you know?)

"Inglés, español, italiano, ruso y francés," he answered and her eyes only got wider.

(English, spanish, italian, russian and french)

"Mierda, En serio?" she asked him.

(Shit, really?)

"Language," Lorenzo said from behind her.

"You can speak spanish too?" she turned to him in question.

"Most of us know all the languages Dante just listed," he nodded.

"Oh," she said, surprised. They were smart. It had been hard for her to even learn one language more, let alone as many as they had. "Why all of them though? Was there a specific reason you all chose to learn the same languages?"

The moment she asked, the air in the room shifted. The brothers exchanged quick, uncomfortable glances, their lighthearted mood disappearing. Angela felt a pang of worry settle in her chest. Oh shit, did I overstep?