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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"He's literally a senior member of society," thanks, Taylor.
"We might need to start blending his food so it's easier for him to eat," that came from Emilio, I think.
"Can we get a lift? He might start getting tired going up the stairs. Old bones and all," Noah whispers, loudly.
"We should get him a cane so walking is easier for him. Less pain for his back." Okay, why is Lorenzo joining in?
"Guys," Chiara snorts a laugh as she walks into the kitchen, "stop being mean to him."
She walks over to where I'm stood making myself a coffee, my back to our brothers, "Happy birthday, Giovanni," she gives me a hug.
"Thank you, Principessa," I kiss the crown of her head.
"He's literally 29," I turn and find Noah sat up tall, prepared to defend himself, "that's like...old," he shivers. I roll my eyes at him.
"He was born last century," Emilio laughs, finding this incredibly funny.
"Have any of you actually said happy birthday to him yet?" Harry asks, entering the kitchen too.
This causes all four of the boys to go quiet.
"Happy birthday," they all chorus at the same time.
I roll my eyes with a smile, "thanks a lot, guys."
"You, Giovanni, are an incredibly tough person to buy presents for," Taylor stands up.
"It's true," Emilio nods his head, "you don't really like stuff. And, what you do like, you already have."
"Exactly, it's tough," Taylor speaks up again, "so we all collaborated on gifts which we thought were suitable for a 29 year-old mob boss who has enough money to buy the whole world."
"That's an exaggeration," I argue, only receiving a skeptical raise of his eyebrow as a response.
"Let's just give him the present," Lorenzo rolls his eyes and picks up a large, flat, wrapped gift.
I stop myself from rolling my eyes at the poor wrapping skills, and the use of Christmas wrapping paper.
"Noah wouldn't let anyone else wrap it," Chiara says.
"I wanted to do it," Noah whines.
"You did a good job, don't worry," Harry consoles, rubbing Noah's shoulder.
"Why are you lying?" Emilio asks.
"Guys, just shut up and let Giovanni open his present," Lorenzo hollers.
Under the expectant gaze of my siblings, I begin to unwrap the present, unsure as to where I'm supposed to start.
"Of course he manages to unwrap it neatly," Taylor snorts.
