The Seven Deadly Brothers

Chapter 4

A/N: And here is chapter 4, enjoyyyyy

A few seconds pass by and I realize that I never responded to him.

"It's nice to meet you." I try to say with as much confidence as possible. I have to make sure my brothers see me as my own person, and that I can take care of myself. I don't need 6 babysitters.

I can tell that everyone's looking at me, probably studying me. I put my head down, not liking all of the attention, but then I realize that that's exactly what they want me to do. They want to control me. Don't let them Elora, you got this.

With that, I look right back in Lorenzo's eyes. He looks shocked for a moment, but quickly covers it up. I look at the rest of my brothers and they do the same thing, only a little slower. Wow, these guys are really good. I'm gonna need to be careful around them.

"Ahem," my oldest brother clears his voice. "How about we all go around, introduce ourselves, and say how old we are?" He asked his younger siblings in more of a demand than a question. "Like I said before, I'm Lorenzo, but you can call me Enzo and I'm 25 years old."

"I'm Ricardo, I'm 22, you can call me Ric." My second oldest brother said in a slightly positive voice.

"I'm Domenic and I'm 20 years old, you can call me Dom. I'm so excited to have you staying with us!" Domenic exclaimed. Is he always like this?

"I'm Valerius or Val, I'm 18." Says the next brother indifferently. He looks like he wants to be doing other things, not that I blame him. I would kill for a good book right about now.

"I'm Matteo, but you can call me Matt. I'm 17" One of the twins said, I can't exactly tell them apart yet.

"I'm Marcello, or Marc. 17" The other twin finished, not happy that he had to talk.

"I'm Elora, I'm 14." I said as politely as possible. Hey, I was going to be living with these people for the next month, I would rather them like me.

I notice that another thing that all of my brothers share is their sense of style. From the looks of it, they tended to go for more of the pricey, designer brands. Ugh, I already hate this. My older two brothers are wearing sharp black suits. Wow, they look really professional, and a lot older than they are.

With that, someone in a suit comes over and serves us our dinner. It all looked very fancy. I recognized it as Italian food. Wait, are we Italian? Maranzano kinda sounds Italian. The rest of the boys start eating and I quickly thank the person that brought our food over and hesitantly go to pick up my fork.

Shit, there are like three forks. Which one do I use? I look over to my brothers and see that they're using the medium sized one, so I pick that one up too.

My brothers dig into their food, that looks like it probably costs a thousand dollars to make. I put a little bit of risotto on my fork and try it. Wow, it's really good. I had always loved to cook. It's been my dream since I was a kid to go to culinary school and become a professional chef. Back home, I worked at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. It was part of this really expensive hotel chain. However, I was too young to officially work there but the head chef had taken a liking to me. He let me work there, but didn't put me into the system. When anyone asked about me he just said that I was 16, not 14 and no one questioned it. He saw that I needed money, so all of the chefs put money together to pay me every week. They were all so nice, like the family I always wanted. Thinking about it reminded me how much I miss Boise.

We pretty much ate in silence. My brothers had all finished before I had even eaten half of it. I was pretty full, from not having much to eat at home, so the servers collected our plates and we were left in silence.

"Stop that." An annoyed voice directed at me. I had been deep in thought, harshly biting my lip. I knew that it was a bad habit, but none of my brothers were in the place to be telling me what to do right now.

I stopped biting my lip and rolled my eyes. I knew it was rude but like I said before, I don't appreciate people telling me what to do.

"That's not going to be tolerated in this house," My oldest brother Lorenzo, or what he prefers to be called, Enzo talks for the first time since he introduced himself.

"Right," I mumble under my breath.

"I was going to give you your rules tonight, alone, but I guess we can do them now." He tells me.

"Rules?" I question. There is no way in hell I'm gonna follow some stupid "rules" so he must be crazy if he thinks that.

"Yes," Enzo continues. "As your legal guardian it is my job to make sure you're safe. These rules are for your safety." ThEsE RuLeS aRe For YoUr sAfeTy. Bullshit. He wants to control me.

"Ok then, what are the rules." I ask.

"Rule 1- I am in charge of you, which means you need to listen to me. When I tell you to do something, do it." Yeah, no thanks.

"Rule 2- that being said, I have to work a lot, so I won't always be there. That means that your other brothers are in charge of you. Treat them the way you'd treat me, they will do what they need to do to for your safety" Yeah, Mr. Grumpy Pants Marcello over here looks like my safety is his number one priority.

"Rule 3- No lying or disrespect. That means no talking back, brattyness, eye rolling, or cursing." Yeah, yeah can we just continue, I have things to do, books to read.

"Rule 4- I need verbal answers from you and always look me in the eye when I'm talking to you." So he can know if I'm lying. Shit, it's gonna be tough getting past these guys. Ugh and on top of that, I'm a terrible liar, maybe I could learn a thing or two from my brothers.

"Rule 5- No drinking, drugs, alcohol, or partying." I was fine with that rule, but I could swear all of my brothers did all four of those things.

"Rule 6- I want you to keep a 3.5 GPA throughout the year, you were able to maintain that at your old school, so it shouldn't be a problem. You'll be starting at Beverly Prep School on Monday with your brothers." Again, I was fine with the rule but my brothers definitely don't have this many rules.

"Rule 7- Don't come up to the third floor. That is where we work, and we can't have you running around and bothering us." First of all, I'm not a toddler. I don't 'run around'. Second, why do they need a whole floor for their work? And what work do they do that makes them so much money."

"Rule 8- Absolutely no boyfriends or dates or anything. You're too young for that." Wow they really think they can control who I'm friends with. They're either stupid or just sexist assholes. You know what, how about both.

"Rule 9- 9 o'clock curfew on school nights and 10 o'clock on weeknights. You also must let one of your brothers know before you go anywhere, and tell them where you are going." Um... no

"That's all of the rules, we expect you to follow all of them, if not there will be punishments." What are these guys gonna do? Take away my phone, ground me? I don't care.

I look Lorenzo straight in the eyes as I say, "Of course my dearest brother, I wouldn't even dream of breaking any of your rules."  

A/N: PERIODT ELORA

What do y'all think about the rules?

What do you think is going to happen next?

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Love,

Lillith 

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