Coming Home In A Body Bag |Urban Fiction

t h r e e .

Teresa.

"Where are we going now?" I asked looking out the window. Hazel eyes ignored me for the hundredth time today.

He was still mad about yesterday and I didn't blame him. I was being really evil fucking up his carpet.

"I apologize." I mumbled. He was still silent. "I never should've did that petty shit..ill even buy you a new carpet."

I said. He was still silent. I just left it alone and looked out the window.

"Giovanni."

I narrowed my eyebrows. "Huh?" I asked. He licked his lips.

"That's my name." He spoke up. I nodded slowly. It fits him.

"Are you Italian or-" "Black and Italian." I nodded. "And your brothers?" I asked.

I was nosey and I was really curious. "Their Italian." I nodded.

So they must have a different parent. That explains why he looks better than the other two.

"Oh okay." He kept his eyes on the road without saying anything else.

I learned new things about him everyday. He's calm, stays to himself, and outspoken.

Well he's only calm in certain situations.

I noticed he still didn't except my apology.

We arrived at this gated house that had camera's everywhere. It was much bigger than the one I was staying in.

"Get out." He mumbled killing the engine. I got out and followed him into the mansion.

"Oh shit your back." One of his brothers asked when he saw us walk through the door.

"And you brought her over." He said eyeing Giovanni. Giovanni shrugged.

"She got on my nerves about staying in the house all day so I brought her over." He said walking upstairs leaving me.

"I'm Alessio." He said. I nodded. "Teresa." "Don't mind Gio.. he's not like the rest of us." He said.

I frowned. "What you mean by that?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Nevermind..you hungry?" He asked. I smiled. I was starting to like him already.

"Yea, but I'm a vegetarian." I said.

"So spaghetti with no meat? Okay." I laughed a little and he led me to the huge kitchen.

I took a seat at the island since it was no table. "I mostly cook for myself since Alessandro is barely here and Giovanni stays in his room."

I nodded. "So who's the oldest?" I asked. "Giovanni is the oldest..hes about two years older than my brother and I."

"Oh okay." I mumbled. I looked around and he smirked. "You got used to being around him huh?"

Alessio asked. I smiled. "How'd you know?" I asked.

"Because most girls would've been terrified still after a week and I could tell you've been pissing him off to."