Imagine  - Aaliyah and Jaime arrive where they believe their Host family lives, not knowing they've arrived in dangerous territory.

The plane landed, and soon passengers began piling out of it. In a more private landing station, a jet landed, releasing a handful of people, along with the Davison sisters. The girls walked through the Italian Airport, looking for the vehicle their father told them would be there to pick them up, and bring them to their temporary home.

     "Well....where is this driver?" Jaime groaned, fanning herself from the Summer heat. The sun shone down with such wrath on the people of Italy, that the sweater Aaliyah wore on the jet, had to be removed so she didn't feel overheated.

Chuckling, she looked at the message her dad gave her and showed it to Jaime. "Apparently that's the car we're looking for." She says, looking around.

     "Hmm....strange. He said that the driver can't come out and greet us, but she'll honk if she spots us." Jaime read the message, frowning a bit. "Wouldn't it make it far easier for her to come out and greet us?"

Shrugging, Aaliyah placed her phone in her back pocket. "Ion know. Maybe she just doesn't want to face the heat."

A honk gains their attention, and they look around for the vehicle. "Over there." Jaime points, grabbing her suitcase and walking towards it. Aaliyah did the same after a few seconds of just standing there.

The trunk popped open, and they carefully placed their things inside. "This is sus..." Jaime whispered, looking around. "I feel like I'm in a Spy movie."

      "Girl," Aaliyah rolled her eyes, moving toward the car door. Sliding into the backseat, she took note that their driver was a smaller female, with blonde hair and sunglasses. Frowning, Aaliyah nudged her sister and nodded toward the lady, trying not to cause suspicion.

Jaime leaned forward, getting a look at the woman, and bit her lip. Leaning back, she buckled herself up, and looked at her sister with a playful smile.

      "Thank you so much, Miss..."

      "Jane." She cut in, starting the car back up, and turning the wheel so she could get on the road.

     "Right..." Aaliyah whispered, looking out the window, enjoying the air conditioner hitting her heated skin. Her mind traveled to the past few months. After everything occurred, their father made sure the girls stayed off the suspect list, and had them show up to the funeral to avoid suspicion. Of course Jaime wanted to go, to pay her respects, but Aaliyah was too overrun with guilt to stay for the full service.

Aaliyah wished the whole thing was a nightmare, but everyday she woke up, and the memories of that night haunted her.

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Aaliyah opened her eyes, noticing she had passed out. Looking over, Jaime was also asleep. Frowning, she winced at the creak in her neck.

      "I was just about to wake the both of you up. We're here." Jane's voice reached Aaliyah's ears, causing her to give a small smile, and push her sister.

      "Jaime. Jaime, come on, wake up!"

Jaime's eyes opened, and swatted her sister's hand away. "I'm up..." She groaned, but ended up yawning in the process.

Jane popped the trunk, and got out. Aaliyah noticed that they were parked in a huge garage with multiple other vehicles surrounding them. "Woah.." She whispered, getting out, and looking around.

Jaime slammed the door shut, and stood beside her twin, mimicking the same awe expression. "These people are rich!" She shouted, a bit too loud.

Aaliyah elbowed her sister, giving her a disapproving look before moving to go grab her suitcase. When she got to the trunk, she frowned. "Where's our-"

      "Ah, too slow. Maybe next time." A male's voice caused her to look up, and lock eyes with a tall man. She stood there in silent awe, glued to his red eyes, which should have brought her nothing but fear, but she was oddly calm at the sight of them.

Gulping, Aaliyah closed her eyes and shook her head. "Um, thank you?" she said, but it came out sounding more like a question.

      "Welcome little one. The name's Felix by the way." He said with a wink, turning to walk in with their stuff.

      "You know....I'm starting to believe our dad has us living with the Mafia. Did you see how they were dressed? All black, plus, look at this garage." Jaime said in a whisper, leaning into her sister with a serious look.

      "Or maybe, just maybe, our dad knows some rich people." Aaliyah dismissed her sister, and followed after Jane, who waved them on from the door.

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Aaliyah felt like she was going through some kind of Historical museum with all the beautiful artifacts they've passed, and the statues of people she couldn't recognize.

      "I'm sure you two have many questions," Jane says, stopping to turn to face the girls. "The headmasters will be glad to explain everything to you once they are ready to meet the both of you."

Both girls frowned, and shared a look. "Wait," Jaime said, holding a hand up. "I thought this was where our host family lived, not the school our dad enrolled us in.." She questioned, looking between her sister and Jane.

      "This is both of what you are here for. You will be tutored by Italy's finest teachers, and live within these walls. Master Marcus has taken it upon himself to temporarily adopt the two of you, and care for you during your stay. That is all I know. For now, I will have you escorted to your room so you can get situated." Jane watched the girls closely, knowing each one was still confused. "Follow me,"

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Jaime looked on, her mouth gaped at the sight of their room. "Oh lord, I've arrived in heaven..." She gushed, walking around, her hand hovering over the many pieces of furniture in the room.

      "The Masters wanted to make sure you two would be comfortable during your stay, so he had this room built in for the two of you." Jane spoke up from her place at the door, watching the girls walk around.

Aaliyah found herself thinking about Jaime's earlier words, concerning these people being the Mafia, and began to believe it. The room was like a loft, a luxury loft. With a living area that had white couches , and a polar bear fur rug, a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall, and an electric fireplace that was turned on.

A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, above the piano and harp, to Aaliyah's right. As she continued walking, she noticed a small hall leading into another room that she could see to be a bathroom.

      "Yo, we have our own kitchen too?! This is dope.." Jaime said out loud in shock as she entered the kitchen. She looked around, noticing a set of shelves filled with mason jars of things that she assumed were vegetables, jams, and seasonings.

      "We had all canned items, and fruits placed in mason jars to keep them fresh." Jane said, scaring Jaime.

      "Jezz luis, you can't pop up on someone like that!" Jaime said, her heart speeding up. Jane just smiled up at her.

Aaliyah soon walked in, and leaned against the door frame. "So when do we meet the masters?" She asked.

Jane looked over at her, "Whenever they request the both of you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to. Do not leave this room without permission. We do not need you two roaming around. There is a phone on the nightstand by each of your beds, call the front desk if you need anything. Her name is Bianca. Goodnight." With those words, Jane walked out the room and locked the door behind her.