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Sebastian's P.O.V.

"I guess we're doing it.", Luca whispered. I nodded,

"Yeah. Papa would be proud of us."

"I know. I'm proud of us."

"Me too." It was quiet for a minute before he laughed a little,

"God I miss him."

"Me too fratello."

"I hope we're doing it right."

"I think so."

"Fratello!", Bella cried, running into the kitchen. She handed her phone to Luca as I wrapped her in my arms.

"Who the fuck is this?", he demanded.

"D-Danny Melrose.", she sniffled. He handed me the phone,

Wanna have sex?

Excuse me?

*insert disgusting picture*

Dude! What the hell!?

Have sex with me. I know you want to.

No, I don't. Leave me alone.

Oh come on! You're the fucking slut!

I'm a virgin.

Slut.

Bitch.

I hope you fucking die you stupid whore.

Kill yourself.

"We're gonna handle this donnicciola. I promise.", I said softly.

"Boys are mean."

"They can be, yes.", Sebastian said softly, petting her brown hair, "But the right boy won't be mean to you. Ever."

"You guys are mean to me sometimes."

"Jokingly. We never mean any of it amore. Ever. We love you, you're our sorella."

"Tio amo."

"Anche...-", I stopped, looking to Luca. He smiled softly,

"Anche noi ti amino."

"Amiamo.", another voice corrected. We all turned around as a man walked into the kitchen.

"Dimitri!", Bella cheered, hugging him. Dimitri was papa's best friend. He was basically our uncle.

"Hello neonata.", he chuckled, "Where's your papa?" We all froze.

"Bella, go finish your homework dulce.", Sebastian said softly. She nodded, leaving sadly.

"Mitri... papa is... um...-"

"Papa is dead.", Sebastian helped.

"W-What? When? How?", Dimitri asked.

"About two months ago. He-He jumped off an overpass. We didn't even get to see him he-he was just so messed up."

"Why?"

"If you die in certain ways, the mafia will let it stop with you and take care of your family.", I explained, "He was sick and if they found out or he died, Luca would have had to take his place. Papa didn't want that. So he took care of all of us one more time."

"I'm so sorry ragazzi. I-I should have been here."

"You're here now.", I shrugged. He pinched my cheek,

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