2020 a/n: i feel so guilty for leaving ya'll to a long hiatus 😟😟

i'm thinking about moving this to my other account @SoftieMochimin since I barely have access to this account since I forgot my password and the email used isn't even mine. what do ya'll think? if i do i might actually finish this

Veneciano's POV

I shouldn't go in for now. Plus, there's an upcoming world meeting here in the south. Although, I still wonder why exactly something's weird in that room... argh, it's too tempting.

I just passed by the painting room after I stopped to ponder in front of the door, and went straight to my room. I pulled out a small notebook that I put my notes in so that I don't forget. I might as well lock the windows, nothing good ever comes out with leaving them open, especially with the fact that most of the mafias know about the return of the Italian Brothers.

Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm doing, me deciding to go back to the mafia is one of them. I should've thought of another way to prove our worth to the nations... huh? I just... I probably should've just trained harder... and become serious at the meetings or even everything. That way... we wouldn't be risking our lives again. Always on the run...

Well, there's no going back anymore. I've made this decision, and I'll take full responsibility when we are on the run again. But then again, at least it comforts me to know that we haven't gotten rusty with our skills. I locked my door and windows since I'm still cautious. You never know what's going to happen especially when you're one of the most strongest people in the mafia world.

I headed off to bed and closed my eyes to try and get some sleep.

Minutes or maybe even hours passed! I couldn't sleep for some reason... I'm not sure why but something's preventing me from sleeping. I just... don't know why.

"Ah... what's bothering me so much that I couldn't sleep?" I wondered to myself out loud, as I was about to sit up I heard a knock coming from my door. "Who's there?" I called out getting a little bit more cautious, "It's just me, fratello." I let out a soft sigh, "door's open, lock it when you come in." I heard the door creak open and quickly get shut, as well as a tiny click to signify it has been locked.

"What's wrong, couldn't sleep either?" I cocked my head to the side, "Our home is bugging me a lot today... especially that painting room..." Fratello took a seat on the bed and whispered, seems like he and I are both suspicious about it. "You noticed too? I was about to go and paint but I had a weird feeling so I ended up walking past it." I softly hummed, the walls might not be paper thin but it's a pre-caution, wouldn't want whoever or whatever is in here hearing our conversation.