Eleonora PoV:
I blinked my eyes open and found myself laying in my bed. How did I get here?
The last thing I remember is eating lunch with my brothers and then Ivano- Ivano! Santino and Cedro had to help him get into the kitchen because he was bleeding.
After what he did I probably should not care but he is still my brother. Whether he wants to be or not and I can't lose him too.
I quickly got out of bed and walked towards my door, opening it hard enough to slam into the wall.
Dante and Emiliano whipped their heads towards me so fast that I am surprised they did not break their necks.
"Where is Ivano?"
"Elena, I am going to be honest with you-" Dante started but I cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "Where is he?".
"I cannot tell you where he is but he is okay."
"Why can't you tell me where he is? Where's Cedro?"
"I'm not sure."
"What do you mean?"
"We don't know where he is."
"What happened?"
"Giovanni carried you into your room after you fainted and Santino ordered us to stand guard in front of your room. They left with Ivano while you were unconscious." Emiliano explained.
"Where are they now?" I ask them, desperate.
Why is it so hard for them to answer my question?
I just want to know where my brother is.
"We can't tell you," Dante says.
"But why?!" I yell at them, tears starting to stream down my face.
I need my brothers.
"Elena," a voice from behind me said.
I turned around and it was Giovanni.
"Gio!" I yelled, basically running into his already open arms, desperate for a hug from my brother.
"Shh, everything's okay, baby," he soothingly said, comfortingly running his hand up and down my back.
"Where's Ivano?" I mumbled into his chest.
"On his way home."
"What happened?"
"He got shot. A friend of ours took the bullet out and he'll be home soon. Everything is okay."
"But-"
"No buts. Everything is okay. Ivano's wound will heal and the others will be back soon too. We're all going to be here, alright? Nothing will happen to you."
Nothing will happen to me? I almost lost my brother today.
He might hate me but he is my brother. Nothing he says or does will ever change that.
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The life of a Mafia princess
General Fiction13 year old Eleonora hears her mother get murdered, officially making her an orphan. She gets sent to live with her five mysterious older brothers, of whom she has no memories. Of whom she didn't know exist. And once she's used to her new family, c...
