I'm a Costello

(14) Prank Gone Wrong

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[Valentina's POV]

I've had my fair share of confrontations with angry adults in a variety of scenarios in the past. Let it be my own mother, teachers, parents of my classmates, or just the whole neighbourhood in general.

But believe me, I knew this one was different.

So it was understandable why I felt my heart racing against my chest and why I stood frozen in fear and why my eyes refused to look up at my older brother looming over me.

"When I say drop it, you drop it, Valentina", Ales's voice came from above me and a chill ran down my spine.

I almost forgot how to breathe for a second. My head dipped further as a reflex I quickly backed up a few steps creating the much needed distance between him and I. Thankfully my brain was able to command my feet to do so.

"I'd like to speak to you in my office, Ales", Dad interrupted, his voice extremely serious.

Ales's eyes were still on me. He was angry, I could tell. But I didn't have it in me to raise my head. I eyed his shiny shoes that didn't move an inch.

"Now", Dad grit, not hiding the fact that he was upset.

With that, Dad walked right past him climbing up the stairs heading for his office. Ales inhales deeply and follows after him without another word leaving the living room in pin drop silence.

It wasn't until I felt a hand on my shoulder did I realise I was holding my breath. I quickly turn around to see Elijah looking at me with his signature kind worried eyes.

"I-I'm fine", I barely managed to whisper before I practically ran to my room, negating my own statement.

None of my brothers attempted to stop me. I suppose they didn't know how to given they seemed equally shocked.

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[Third's POV]

Vincenzo waited until the door was closed shut by Alessandro and they were both left alone to talk in his office in privacy. He stood behind his chair, his fingers enclosed tight in a fist by his side.

By the looks of it, Alessandro too had an idea of what was to come.

"What the hell was that?", Vincenzo demanded.

Alessandro inhaled, his eyes rising up to meet his father's. "I tried to stop her by being gentle first. I warned her to let it go. But she wouldn't listen and instead continued disrespecting me by ignoring me."

"I wasn't referring to that, but we will get to that as well", Vincenzo frowned.

Before anything else could be said, there was a quick series of knocks on the door followed by a voice that asked for permission to enter. Alessandro sighed.

"Not now, Elijah", Vincenzo replied sharply.

"Please just let me in, Dad. I promise I will not bother you. You won't even notice my presence in there", Elijah insisted from the other side of the door.

Vincenzo pinched the bridge of his nose barely controlling the interference.

Alessandro knew fully well why Elijah wanted to come in and a part of him knew his younger brother wouldn't back down until their father let him in. Elijah could be stubborn in a polite way if he made up his mind.

Taking his father's momentary silence from inside as a sign, Elijah quickly assumed that to be the permission to enter. He got inside and immediately his eyes scanned across the room almost as if he was expecting to find broken furniture lying around.