The Mafia's Bodyguard (akaForbidden)

Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1

Living with 7 men is hard by itself. Five of the seven guys being my brothers, even harder. But the worst part is being the only girl in the house. My brothers are all older than me. In order from oldest to youngest there is Francesco (Frankie) at 30, Augusto (Augie) and Massimo at 28, Andrea (Andie) at 26, and Michelangelo (Mike) at 25. Then me, Siena, at 20.

 My parents were so completely utterly in love. I never seen a couple so good together, always holding hands, always kissing, always telling each other they loved each other. My parents met in Siena, Italy, (yes, that’s where they got my name) where my mom was studying in Rome and was on a day trip with her friends when she met my dad in a coffee shop.  He was on a ‘business’ trip in Siena from his temporary home in Palermo but he was originally from a small town in Abruzzo. So anyway they met, fell in love that day, moved to America 3 months later, 5 weeks after that they married, and 11 months to the day they had Frankie or as my dad used to call him, Junior, after him. They were always so happy together and my mother had a smile that made everyone feel at home.

Unfortunately, my father was in the Italian mafia. Even worse he was very high up in the mafia. The police were always at our house but my mom and dad stuck together and never fought. They just talked everything out. Then when my brothers were old enough, they joined him and all share power. If you think the ‘Godfather” series was fiction, you’re wrong. Anyway, back to the mafia, my mom and dad were on their way to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary five years ago at their beach house in LBI when my dad lost control of the car in a rain storm, killing both of them instantly. I was 15 at the time and had no parents, only my five brothers. They all moved back into our parent’s big house and we stayed together. Of course, because my father died, my oldest brother became in charge, taking my fathers place. All my brothers are now Frankie’s little minions, doing whatever he tells them to do. You may be thinking that Frankie is really mean and ruthless, but when it comes to his family he is caring, protective and thoughtful. All my brothers are over protective of me. I never had a boyfriend in high school because everyone knew my brothers and knew that my father and brothers were.  Now I’m 20, never had a boyfriend and living with my brothers and two of their friends, Gio and Daniele (Dani). They were like my brothers too.  Dani didn’t like that I thought of him as a brother and always wanted more but I didn’t feel that way about him.

So here I am, living in a house with 7 grown men, cooking dinner like every other night. I made lasagna fit for a small army. That’s how much these men ate. I was wearing my old gray skater dress. My wavy dark brown hair kept falling out of its bun because of so much hair I have and getting in my face reminding me I needed a haircut.

Right on time when I took the lasagna out of the oven, I heard Andie yelling. And yelling is just like talking for normal people. We are just loud.

“Come on, man!!! This guy is good. He’s an architect; his dad owns Reynolds Architecture Enterprise and knows how to get in and out of buildings. And he used to be a Marine and wants to be a bodyguard come on, he’s perfect.” Andie argued.

When Andie, Frankie and Augie came into the big kitchen, they all smiled and kissed me on the cheek hello. My brothers were the sweetest and most protective brothers in the world. I loved him but they just did stupid things.

“Fuck yes!!!” I heard Massimo yell from the hallway. “Sie, why can’t you make lasagna every night?”

“Because then you will turn into a bigger fat lumps of shit!” I shouted back, teasingly. Not that any of my brothers were fat. They are looked alike, dark down waves just like me and dark brown almost black eyes for all of them, just like me, every inch toned from working out 2 hours a day.

Just then Massimo, Mike, Gio and Dani walked in.

Mike scoffed, “Not a chance, we have a gym in this house of a reason.”

Mike and Andie set the table for me tonight. We always helped out with each other and I only had to make dinner every night but tonight was different. Setting the table was my job. Something was up and they didn’t want to tell me. I sat at my sit on the end of the table, waiting for them to all sit.

“All right. What’s up? You guys have been acting strange.” I asked

“What we can’t be nice and set the table for our sister?” Massimo said innocently.

“No, you can’t because you never do. Now tell me what is up!”

Frankie sighed and slung low in his sit. “We have a new guy. His name is Alex Reynolds. I want to get to know him and since he isn’t from around here, I want him to move in.”

I froze. He wanted ANOTHER man to move in here? More people to cook for, more people in clean after, more people treating me like a baby.

“Are you serious?!?! Another man! Come on, Frankie!!! There are seven of you guys here now!! You want eight?” I yelled. Knowing I wasn’t going to win this battle, I threw my napkin on the table and stormed out and into my studio.

I fell onto my couch and closed my eyes, thinking what it would be like to actually have someone to talk to. Tears fell down my cheek uncontrollably. Since my brothers were so protective of me, I never had any friends. I would come home from school, do homework, cook dinner and paint in my studio, read books or write my stories. My studio was where I spent most of my time. It had been Frankie’s birthday gift to me the year after mom and papa died. He told me, that only he would know about it and it was my private place. Being that the house is so big the east wing is all mine. Everyone comes and goes, always passing my room but inside my walk in closet is a secret door. And there it is my studio. The floor was hardwood and the walls are black with crazy designs, saying, pictures and colors that I have made.  There was only one small window in there and I always kept I open because of the paint fumes. There was a huge desk with my laptop, kindle, speakers, notebooks for writing, and my collection of my favorite books. Then a huge paint bureau with, of course, paint, brushes, paper, canvases, and spray paint.  There were also gray couches that made a ‘U’ in the middle of the room. It was my heaven. I cried when Frankie had brought me into it for the first time and it’s also where I feel most safe in the house. It was also sound proof.

I heard the door open and Frankie walked in. He sat next to me and rubbed my back. I put my head against his chest while he talked.

“I know, Siena. I’m sorry. Just please give him a chance. He’s friends with Andie and he wouldn’t bring someone to me if he didn’t like him. I know you don’t want to know about anything but he was an underground fighter, a solider and he is an architect. We need him.”

“But what does he have to live with us? Sounds like he can do anything he wants why you guys?” I asked

“Well he wants to go into security and couldn’t find a job so I hired him. One of the old guys that I took away got us into trouble and I need you safe, don’t even fight me on this, Siena, you’ll lose.”

“Okay,” I sighed. “So when does he move in?”

“Tomorrow morning he will be here. I love you, Sie.” He kissed my forehead.

“I love you too, Frankie”

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