It was quite late when Alessandro came home. The sun had already started setting and most of the people had disappeared from the streets. The evening had been outright colourful and he had spent some time at Mr. James' house who offered him a business opportunity. To say his parents would be delighted would certainly be an understatement.

The young Armani son walked through the hall into his family's mansion, to find it eerily quiet. He couldn't help but wonder where everyone had gone. They were usually there at this time.

He walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea when he noticed something odd in the living room. He frowned as he left his cup on the cupboard and walked towards the room. The sight almost made him scream out in frustration.

The shattered glass was covering almost the entire floor, with little space to walk. Mirrors were lying broken on the floor, along with most of his mother's favourite china. A single white cup was sitting on the table. Somehow it had managed to avoid the fate of its family. The cup had a big red star on the bottom, with bright gold edges. His mother's absolutely favourite set. He did not have the energy to deal with all of the arguments this would cause.

His mother would not have this.

He stood up and walked into the dining room to find an even bigger mess. The chairs were lying all over the floor with their legs broken in most cases. Some were lucky enough to only be severely disfigured. But in all honesty, it was difficult to know which fate was worse.

The glass in the bookcase was just as shattered as everything else, with all of his father's books scattered all over the pink rug. The sight was horrendous.

His heart broke a little bit looking at the mess.

It was like a hurricane came to visit the Armani house. He knew this was the product of another one of his sister's tantrums. This was much worse than usual though.

He couldn't deny the fact that this worried him. Alessandro didn't understand why she always got so upset over these things. The jealousy and unnecessary competitiveness had always made his relationship with his twin sister challenging. They used to be incredibly close when they were little kids. Sandro would always cherish the memories he had with his twin sister.

All of the times they ran around annoying their family members.

All of the times they would play video games together.

All of the times they felt like they could read each other's minds.

Alessandro smiled to himself as he closed his eyes.

.-.-.

9 years ago.

"Shhh" Alessandra hushed her brother as they hid behind the door to their bedroom. Her brother couldn't stop giggling and she had tried everything to shut him up.

"You'll ruin it!" she scolded, trying hard to suppress her own giggles. A noise from the stairs silenced both of them. Heavy footsteps were stomping their way up the stairs. Alessandra's hand flew to cover her brother's mouth. The two kids sat in anticipation as their oldest brother reached the top of the stairs.

His first destination was- of course- the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, the twins ran out of their room and stood by the door, still trying to keep quiet.

A few moments later, a couple loud bangs echoed from the bathroom, followed by a loud, "son of a bitch!"

The two exploded in laughter, almost falling to the ground in their amusement. Just before Gabriel got home, they had taped a bunch of bang snaps to the bottom of the toilet seat. As soon as their brother sat down on the toilet, they had exploded, scaring the shit out of him.

Literally and figuratively.

The bathroom door opened to reveal a very angry Gabriel.

"I will kill you little shits," he mumbled with steam practically shooting out of his ears. Alessandro and Alessandra screamed, quickly running away from their brother's wrath. He chased them around the house until they ran into Matteo Armani.

"Dad!" they screamed in unison, jumping into the unsuspecting man's arms. "Gabriel is chasing us again," Alessandra mumbled into her father's shoulder as he turned to glare at his oldest son.

"They fucking did it again!" he yelled, making Matteo laugh.

"Cut them some slack, they're only kids."

He turned his back and the three made their way towards the garden, leaving Gabriel standing alone.

.-.-.

He chuckled, remembering how angry they always made Gabriel. The poor devil didn't deserve what he got from everyone.

He just didn't understand when everything went wrong. They had all been so happy back then. There was nothing to worry about. Except for hiding from their older brother.

He figured things went to hell seven years ago, about the time Gabriel had turned 18. Their father had realised that his eldest son is not fit to take over the gang, and started instead looking at Sandro to do it. His sister had been jealous of his father's faith in him ever since.

He shook his head, releasing a soft sigh.

It really wasn't difficult for him. Everything that his sister spent hours training and improving on, came to him so naturally. It wasn't fair that he was blamed for that. It was just the way the two of them were.

He knew he had to knock some sense into that woman.

Alessandro stomped his way upstairs to confront Alessandra. He knocked on the door a few times before his sister's pale, tired face popped out through a crack in the frame. She was wearing a jet black nightgown, her black hair still damp from a recent shower. It hugged her face, making the sight a wonder. Her dark eyes were puffy from what he could only assume were her usual crocodile tears.

His heart jumped at the sight.

"Oh."

"It's you." Her voice had a dark tone to it as if she was disappointed that he was the one standing there. Knowing his sister, she probably was. He pushed past her and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He had made sure to lock the door before he turned back to his sister.

"What the hell, you little shit?" He asked as he grabbed her arm. His grip was a bit tighter than he had anticipated. He loosened it slightly.

"You think throwing a tantrum will change anything? If you wanted to be fucking there, why wait for mum to ask? Just come with, dumbass," he said, struggling to keep his voice down. Sometimes he felt like a five-year-old could be more mature than his sister.

"Oh shut the fuck up," she shouted, making no effort to stay quiet, "You know well that no one here takes me seriously. Like, ever."

Well of course they didn't- he thought- if you act like that.

She frowned and shrugged Alessandro's hand off.

"I'm perfectly fit for all the jobs you do! But I never get to do anything. You know why? Because. I'm. A. Woman." She turned away from Alessandro and sat down on her bed.

He wanted to rip all of his hair out with the roots.

"I spent nineteen years on this earth, and there wasn't a day in which someone saw me for who I was."

He could tell that she was fighting off another tantrum.

"You wouldn't understand," she said, folding her arms tightly over her chest.

"You're a male. An entitled little shit. Men don't deserve any of the things that they get. Us, women, are much better at you at almost everything. There's a reason we were oppressed for so long, you all knew we were better than you, and your ego didn't allow you to admit this fact." She paused, closing her eyes.

"You should just go, you spherical dumbass." She turned her back on Alessandro just as he rolled his eyes at her speech.

Every.

Single.

Time.

He sighed, getting tired of this.

His sister needed to realise the world didn't revolve around her. Things would not just happen for her like that. If she wanted to achieve something in life, she had to work for it. She had to show the world what she was worth.

"Don't blame your incompetence on my gender, Sandra."

He walked up to her and tried to turn her around to face him but just as expected, she exploded and started hitting him. Weak slaps came at him from all directions. Alessandro was trying to hold her hands to stop her but she wouldn't. The hits kept coming, getting stronger each time without causing much damage.

"Calm the fuck down, you bitch," he said between getting hit and trying to dodge his crazy sister. He finally gave up and jumped on her. The twins found themselves on the bed together, with Alessandro looming over his sister, keeping her hands pinned against it.

He knew there was no other way to calm her down. The woman would have continued hitting him forever.

"It doesn't matter if I am a male or a female. At the end of the day, the reason why I am in this position instead of you is that I'm better at it. Nothing more, nothing less. So for fuck's sake, please stop bringing gender into this."

He was finding it hard to keep calm, especially with Alessandra still struggling beneath him, trying to free herself. Some weak kicks came his way from underneath, but he managed to hold her down regardless. He had always had a naturally stronger build, which he wouldn't let her forget.

Alessandro leaned in closer until he was sure his sister could feel his breath against her skin.

"So stop being a little bitch about it, and grow the fuck up. It's the only way to get people to treat you seriously. Breaking things around the house does not get the job done. Take your fucking opportunity for god's sake. Stop hiding behind your stupid, pathetic excuses, you fucking doughnut," he whispered, then he finally stopped talking.

Alessandro had just realised that as he was speaking, his lips were grazing Alessandra's. A jolt of lightning flashed through the young Armani as he kissed his sister with all the passion in the world. This was one thing that would never get old. He gently let go off her arms, allowing her to move them around freely.

She wouldn't struggle anymore. This was their time. The only time when they actually got along.

Alessandra wrapped her arms around Sandro's neck, pulling him closer to her, not letting him pull away. Her hands made their way down her brothers back, pulling his coat off in the process. They let it fly towards the door.

Soon enough their clothes were forgotten on the floor and Alessandra fought her way on top.

Alessandro only smiled, deciding to let her get away with it this time. His sister deserved to finally have her moment of power, even if it was only over him.

Especially if it was over him.

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