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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Weeks pass peacefully - as they should. However, I thought Lorenzo would've forgotten about me owning gym clothes and flexing my muscles.
He didn't.
So, I'm now sitting on the floor in our home gym whilst he encourages me to get up and work out.
"It's good for your mental health, too," he says, "endorphins and all, I guess. Don't know the exact details. Not only that but when I step out of the gym and my muscles are aching I feel like I've accomplished something. Like, yeah, I did just push myself that extra weight or the extra mile on the treadmill."
"I'm tired," I groan.
It's 9 A.M, by the way.
"And then after I've done the work out I go and eat a healthy breakfast with fruits and proteins."
"I'd go back to bed," I roll my head against the wall and look up at him.
He rolls his eyes, "I do that after my shower."
"You should do that more often," I close my eyes.
"Do what?"
"Shower."
"Save the insults for Taylor, please."
I open my eyes again with a grin, "sorry, I haven't seen him this morning and needed to let one out."
"Get out of here," he shakes his head, he's smiling though.
"See you," I call out behind me.
"Principessa," I stop when I hear Giovanni calling out for me.
Turning around, he's standing at the bottom of the stairs so I walk down.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, just so you know, Harry, Lorenzo and I will all be going out later. I think Noah and Alexsei are going out too. So it'll be you, Emilio and Taylor home for most of the day. You're in charge."
"Okay," I nod.
Fuck yeah, I'm in charge.
"I don't want any furniture or ornaments broken," he says before walking away.
"I am trustworthy, you know," I laugh loudly as he continues walking away from me.
Later, they leave, each telling us three the same thing:
'behave, all of you.'
What do they think is going to happen?
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I sigh when we leave a long meeting.
"What did you think about what they proposed?" Harry asks, bringing up the company that wants our investment.
"It's worth looking into," Lorenzo shrugs, "there's potential there."
"Giovanni?" Harry asks, however I'm too busy looking at my phone.
15 missed calls from Chiara 3 missed calls from Taylor.
Oh, God.
"Those three have done something. And I'm assuming something has happened to Emilio," I say, ignoring the whole conversation about work.
"What, why?" They both stand up straighter, looking confused and concerned.
I show them my phone.
"They're two twenty-year old boys and a seventeen-year old girl, what's the worst that could've happened?" Harry asks cautiously.
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"We were playing Monopoly," is my response to the 'what happened' that all three of my eldest brothers asked in sync.
At first I was wondering why they only directed the question to me, but then I remembered that technically I was in charge.
"He broke his arm and knocked himself out playing Monopoly," Lorenzo asks.
"Yep," I nod my head.
It's seriously what happened.
Giovanni sighs harshly, "Chiara, walk me through exactly what happened."
"So, we got bored of watching films and those two couldn't agree on a video game to play. Emilio suggested a board game which Taylor and I agreed to. We started playing and then it got tense. They decided that the best way to solve their argument was with a timed physical fight which I would referee
Emilio got up to begin but slipped and hit his head on the coffee table, splitting his head and breaking his arm," I sum up our afternoon.
Harry shakes his head and walks over to the hospital bed where Emilio lays, looking pitiful.
He's faking it for attention.
Giovanni shakes his head and goes to sign some paperwork to get Emilio discharged.
With a nasty cut on his forehead which has been stitched up and an arm in a cast, I'd say he's fine.
"It's just a scratch," Taylor mumbles, "quit the pouting."
Lorenzo slaps the back of his head and I take a seat in a chair.
"He should've been wearing slippers or something, not just socks on a slippery floor" Taylor defends himself.
"A physical fight to solve an argument about Monopoly? Really?" Harry asks, looking between us three incredulously.
Emilio shrugs, "seemed like the best problem solver at the time."
"Giovanni said no broken furniture, he never mentioned limbs," I argue.
"Chiara was going to referee it so that it wouldn't get out of hand," Taylor brings up.
Giovanni enters the room.
"Any one of you guys want to join in on next round?" I look between my three oldest brothers.
"You three are never being left alone together again."
