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15-Duck..Duck..Goose

Once we got in Lorenzo instructed the boys to carry my shopping bags and put them inside my room. I awkwardly gave them a thank you, and I realized we didn't visit the bookshop, but I did not want to ask them because that is selfish after all they have done just this afternoon, so I began to unpack the clothes and hang it on my new closet.

I neatly arranged the shoes and jewelry and the new iPhone and laptop. Xavier helped me set the laptop and phone, and also, he bought me a very cute phone cover and a few drink keychains, so it was really adorable. 

I quickly saved Olivia's contact to my phone; I already had my brothers because Lorenzo set it up for me.

 As I finished, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I lay down on my bed, intending to rest for just a moment.

Flashback:

"Oh, look who it is, if it isn't Miss Spoiled Brat here," my stepfather sneered. I woke up from lying on my dirty mattress, only to be met with the sight of my stepfather standing below me. It was then it hit me i had forgot to prepare them their breakfast and I slowly got up apologizing. 

"Shut up! You voice is making me sick; you know that? Where is Our Breakfast!?" My mother screamed at me. Her long nails were digging into my wrist and i hung my head low.

A loud sound echoed in the room, only to realize that my stepfather had slapped me.

"Answer while your mother talks to you," He growled. 

"Are you Deaf!? I asked where the hell is our breakfast!" Alessia Screamed once again. I couldn't ever call her mother-she lost that that name years ago.

Alessia let go of my face and punched me in the stomach, making me fly towards the window. Blood oozed out of my eyes and nose as the pieces of glass flew to my face. They chuckled darkly before my stepfather- Adrian came back with knives, wires, cutters and glass.

"This is your punishment for not cooking us breakfast,"

*Stab*

"This is for disobeying your mother,"

*Stab*

"This is for being a worthless git,"

*Stab*

Stab after stab i could feel my vision blurring and i screamed at the top of my voice.

"Oh no, we aren't done yet. Go make us breakfast and go to school you useless human," Alessia punched at me in anger.

I took a piece of towel from the kitchen and wrapped it around my stomach and proceeded to cook their meal. I whisked out some eggs, flour, milk and sugar creating a pancake batter and after cooking I plate them. Suddenly as I was pouring hot water to their coffee's, I felt a burning sensation in my neck, Screaming and My hands let go of the pot, shattering to my head.

I could hear Alessia's evil laughter as they slowly watched the consciousness drain out of me.

Her POV:

I woke up screaming, the nightmare still vivid in my mind. The stabs, the carvings, I could feel them fresh on my skin. I gasped for air and the panic attack gripped me, making it hard to breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. 

Xander's POV:

As I was chilling in my room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt about how I had been treating Violet. I knew I was being rude, but I couldn't help it. My mother had betrayed us and taken Violet away. Our life was doing good, our sorellina with us, whom everyone adored until That woman took our light. Since then, it had always been darkness. I always thought she had the best life ever, away from all the chaos. I sighed and tried to focus on my game, but the thoughts kept nagging at me. I cursed myself for letting that kid make me worried, she's probably spoiled by her mother and had the best life ever.

Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream. My reflexes stepped in and i snatched the nearest gun from my bed and ran towards the sound-which was coming from Violet's Room. My heart skipped a beat I burst through the door to find her thrashing on the bed, screaming in terror.

My eyes widened and I put away my weapon and tried to comfort her.

3RD PERSON'S POV

 Xander sat at the edge of his sister's bed, trying to comfort her. He embraced his little sister in his arms only to result in her mumbling "Please don't hit me, swear i will nevr..." Her words slurred and Xander's Eyes widened. 


What did she mean by that?

He whispered a bunch of sweet things in her ears finally making her heartbeat go back to normal and she fell back asleep.

Xander put back the covers and kissed her forehead and left the room shutting the door behind him.

Meanwhile, the Costello brothers were gathered in Luca's office as they were discussing about their shipments. They had been damaged and last night an expected arrival of their enemy's men were attacked at merely around 4am. Thankfully, Dante had killed them in the blink of an eye.

"The Russians are after us, "Luca said. "We have to be prepared, and they surely are planning their next attack soon." The boys nodded.

"But what if they-you know, find out about Violet?" Elijah questioned, making luca's eyes darken.

"They wouldn't. I'll make sure of it," he said. "Meeting over, now get out," He bellowed.

They all exited his office and Lorenzo being the food addicted person he was, straight headed for the pantry to look for a snack. Surprisingly, He was met with the sight of Xander with his head buried in his hands.

Enzo being the best annoying brother he can be, snickered. "What, lost one of your games again?" He teased.

Xander got up to his feet in anger. This wasn't the time for teasing. Lorenzo saw his face with wet tears, and he immediately regretted it. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Before Enzo could even finish his sentence, A large punch was thrown to his face making Lorenzo surprised. 

He felt anger bubbling up inside him-Alex always took things way to seriously. The pair wen on back and forth before a raging Dante had come to separate them both. Both their faces were bruised and Xander had a cut above his eyebrow which was bleeding and trickling down to his neck.


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