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𝐀 𝐑 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎

I don't pull away from his touch and I allow his hands to roam free around my body, I'm not sure what has gotten to me or my mind but I'm unable to control it.

His hands cup my waist as he pulls me on top of his lap, I begin to feel how tight his shorts are becoming. I almost want to chuckle at the thought of what I'm doing to him, how frustrated he must be becoming. But I can't laugh about it as his tongue is still connected with mine, tightening and fighting. I heard aunt Maria head off for bed not so long ago which made it much easier to behave in this way with Enzo without any audiences. I suddenly feel his muscles tighten as he picks me up with my legs wrapping around his waist, I giggle and feel him smile between our kisses. He playfully bites my bottom lip as he walks me to the guest bedroom in which he is staying at. Which only encourages me to taste the iron on my tongue.

He pushes the door closed with his foot and carries me to the bed gently, he slowly rests me down and soon hovers above my body. I smile and bite my own lip when I feel his hands travel up my body, cupping my breasts in the process of coming closer.

His lips are pressed firmly against my neck, sending waves of electricity through my body, each kiss and bite that is being placed on my body is only making me grow hungrier. I tug at the lining of his boxers which makes him smirk.

"Are you sure?" He asks in a gentlemanly way. I nod repeatedly and allow him to pull down his shorts and then revealing his boxers. Seeing his boxers so tight only makes me want to take control. He lays next to me but I decide to get on top of him and smother his neck with kisses he had given me. A small groan leaves his lips and his hands roam my body again, finding my hips and gripping them tightly.

I can feel the tension growing in this guest bedroom it's turning hot and sweaty. When I first saw Enzo I thought he'd be a trouble maker, I never imagined myself sitting on top of his tightened boxers, feeling his evidence in which I have caused.

I place my lips back onto his where he sits up slightly to dominate my tongue. A small moan escapes my lips and my adrenaline kicks in but before I know it where interrupted.

"Fuck's sake." Enzo growls and forces his head back against the pillow. I rummage in my pocket and find my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I ask and hear a concerned Dante.

"Dante, how is everything?" I slowly get off of Enzo and sit on the edge of the bed as I listen further to what Dante had to say.

"Yeah... About that-" He sighs before adding, "-Bruno got shot." I gasp loudly and Enzo is softly rubbing my back, but I throw his arm off and stand up on my own two feet.

"I'm coming now!" I exclaim.

"Arianna, it's okay. We're here now anyway, but Bruno doesn't look too good." I sigh and hang up, I run down the stairs completely ignoring the fact that I've left Enzo behind in the bedroom, I hear his calls but I ignore them, my main focus is my cousins.

I hear the groans forming behind the large double doors and there Bruno is with his arm wrapped around Dante. Bruno doesn't like to ever admit he's weak, but this time is different. His face is pale and his wound is bleeding heavily.

"Maria!" I shout, loud enough to grab her attention, I cry and help Dante put Bruno into the hospital bed near the basement.

"What happened?!" I ask Dante as I remove Bruno's shirt exposing the wound on his chest.

"Snipers." Dante adds, but I can see the fury run though his face, Dante has never been so shaken up.

I look at Bruno's bare body and witness what these snipers have done, I sigh deeply and my mind is already in a mess.

We all run to find equipment to help Bruno and his wound, I stare at it and watch as Bruno's face is getting lighter and lighter.

"Fuck." I exclaim and roam around the hospital like room, Dante comes along with some tweezers and some cloths but this isn't going to work.

"This won't work Dante...He needs real medical assistance." I add and watch as his face turns to anger.

"No!" Dante exclaims throwing the cloths down.

"It's not happening!" Dante begins to throw items across the room, replicating his aggression that he is feeling inside.

"Dante, Bruno will be okay. Please calm down!" I shout and squeal over the horrendous growls coming from Dante's mouth.

I hear loud footsteps form and aunt Maria has arrived to try and save her sons aggression, but it doesn't work.

"Dante, you need to listen and calm down!" She exclaims loudly just like we did but he still throws the items on the floor.

"Get out." I stare at the pair and witness Maria's words which dig deep into Dante's chest.

"This isn't you, so do as you're told." She says sternly, giving him the dagger eyes to do as he is told as if he is a rebellious teenager again. He never was a bad child at all. But this is him and he is struggling to cope.

He walks off and slams the door behind him, I look to my aunt as we rush to get Bruno out of the hospital room, his eyes begin to roll which only sends an adrenaline through my veins.

"You better stay awake Bruno!" I exclaim. Aunt Maria jumps into the back of the range rover as Bruno's head rests on her lap, shirtless and pale.

I get into the driver's seat and force the keys into the ignition and begin to drive to the nearest help... It may not be a hospital but he might as well be.

𝐄 𝐍 𝐙 𝐎 • 𝐅 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐀 𝐑 𝐈

I watch as everyone leaves the mansion so quickly leaving Dante behind with his lost mind. I walk down the stairs and hold to the banister for balance.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and go into the garden where Dante sits on the step and... Smokes?

"Hey, Dante..." I mutter, but grow my voice louder after coughing and clearing my throat.

"Hey, Enzo." He states, puffing out a large cloud of smoke while the dangerous stick is placed in between his fingers growing closer and closer to his lips.

I take a seat next to him and take a deep breath.

"Bruno will be alright, you know?" I state the obvious but in a situation like this it's hard to believe anyone would be okay. Especially when your twin is hurt, but won't admit it... Or doesn't even have the strength to do so.

"How do you know that? Hm?" He raises a brow at me and chuckles playfully as if I have no idea what he's going on about.

"The snipers were the Black Eagles... They shot Bruno." He sniffs up the liquid forming near the corner of his eye, trying not to show emotion.

"I understand Dante. I really do." I admit and it's time I announce the haunting truth... The thing that I've been hiding from everyone in this mafia...

"They killed my brother." I state and feel the cold air hit me as soon as the words leave my lips, I've never liked to admit the truth, but these are all haunting me... His death. His pain. My pain. My family's pain.

"How?" Dante asks raising his brow and almost struggling to find his words, he stamps on his cigarette on the floor leaving it to change in colour and lose its only light.

"It was twelve years ago; he was only sixteen..." I try and hold myself together and take in a large deep breath, managing to do so was much easier than I expected. And I begin to finish. "He was my older brother. I was only ten... Too young to fully understand." I add.

"Why?" He asks and till this day I'm not one hundred percent sure to why they did what they did... But we can't change time now.

"I'm not sure, maybe because my father was mixed up with your father's mafia? I'm not too sure but they shot him in front of me. I ran to him holding his head in my hands, screaming and crying, wishing I could've done something... But he died, his head gained heavier and he passed... They murdered him." I finish and find myself looking on the ground.

Opening up is always hard, but opening up to yourself in the process of telling someone is even more difficult. It's a struggle. No one wants to admit they've lost a loved one, my brother meant everything to me, I looked up to him as if he was my hero. And honestly, he was, he taught me how to fight off bullies in school...
But what he didn't teach me was how to avoid getting detentions after giving them black eyes and broken noses.

"What was his name?" Dante breaks the silence along with my thoughts and I suddenly feel... Emotional.

"Gerome." I answer, trying to fight every ounce of sadness that has consumed me.

"D-Do you think about it?" Dante asks, almost realising his question was slightly stupid. But I didn't mind.

"All the time. I get regular nightmares and find myself sweating most nights." I state honestly, not hiding my feelings at all as I open up to Dante.

"I'm so sorry." Dante admits I nod in agreement as he pats me on the shoulder firmly.

"Just, be strong for your brother. He won't get taken away from you, but he's injured enough to suffer for a while. Don't take this out on everyone, be there for them instead." He nods and we both stand up bravely. We have both overcome an honest moment, a moment we need to embrace now and move forward.

I will always know my brother is looking down on me and feeling proud of me, I haven't given myself the best life of all but I've done what I can.

We both head to the spare range rover and start the car, I know exactly where they are and as I insert the keys Dante asks the question that I have the answer to.

"Where are they?"

"At my fathers." I add, Dante nods and we travel past all these houses in order to get to the one we need the most.

We arrive at my father's house and park the car as quickly as we could, leaving it parked neatly in between the correct lines, we run inside the house and I gesture to Dante that he should follow me. We make our way to a separate room which has always been large enough to fit in more beds in. There is already six in the room, three on each side but the middle one has Bruno's place face laying in it.

Arianna is holding his hand as I stare through the doorway, watching as Dante finally comes to realisation and hugs his cousin and his mother, before finally sitting close to his brother.