3 : Brothers.

A M E L L I A

"Just a question, where did you get my name?" I asked out of curiosity.

I mean, I liked the name really, it sounds so elegant yet simple.

"Amellia, your mother really wanted a name connected to your Grandma's name. So she got Amellia from your Grandmother's name Amelita. Now the name Mio, it actually means something in Japanese, you and your brothers all have this Japanese name in your names that means something and symbolizes some of you.  美 (mi) meaning beautiful combined with 桜 (o) meaning cherry blossom." He answered.

"How about the Krane?" I asked.

"Krane, I just love how it sound so we used it." He said.

I just nodded, they did gave me a beautiful name.

"Why'd you ask?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, it just sounds so good to be my name." I answered.

He smiled and held my hand softly it's like He's reassuring me that my name suits me perfectly.

I wonder if my brothers's name is as good as mine.

Wait...

"I HAVE BROTHERS?!" I technically shouted that question into my father's face.

He looked shocked for sometime but laughed a little about my reaction.

"Yes you do have brothers." He said confirming everything.

"How do you say fucking hell in Italian?" I asked.

He looked at me confused but answered.

"Fottuto inferno." He said.

"Well father, Fottuto inferno. Why didn't you tell me!" I said.

I think I'm getting a little too comfortable in here but heck I care right now.

"Language Bambina. I don't tolerate inappropriate language inside the house, not even your older brothers." He said

"Sorry." I mumbled my head bowed a little.

He took my chin and lift it up, enough for me to look him in the eye, which I avoided.

"Bambina, I know something happened to you, those broken ribs, arms, and legs can't be just there without any reason. But I want to know that I will wait until you're ready to tell us. We won't force you to tell us. But do look at us, your not below us, your the same as us. And we don't down on someone. Look at us in the eye Amellia, we won't hurt you." He said reassuring me.

I nodded, I will try to get comfortable enough with them. After all they're my family.

"Your brothers will be happy to see you." He said smiling.

"How many are they?" I asked

"Hmm 10." He casually said.

"W-What?!" I said shocked.

That busy my father? Jeez.

"Hey hey, 3 of them are twins. Don't go thinking I got your mother pregnant 10 times." He said defending himself like he read my mind.

"About my mother... How is she?" I asked carefully.

I don't know what happened, I don't even know if he will like this conversation.

"She's dead, been 7 years since she died. She cried about your lost every night, all us did. Even your brothers did." He said that shocked me.

"Y-You mean My mother who lived with me for most of my life is not my mother?" I asked.

I thought this is some kind of a wattpad story that her mother took her away from her family.

He looked confused.

"Who ever that is, She is not your Mother Bambina." He said seriously.

"Eveline Jacob is not my mother?" I asked.

I'm kinda dumb right now after everything that happened.

His face immediately turned cold, if earlier I wasn't scared at all but now I am. His Aura screams danger and authority, it's suffocating.

"No, Eveline Jacob is not Your Mother." He said calmly.

But it scared me with how calm his eyes and talking was.

"Then, who is my mother?" I asked.

"The owner of that necklace and that beautiful green eyes of yours. Your Mother's name is Avaline Fian Hara-Ruscov." He answered.

I looked at the necklace that I have been wearing since I was a child, a simple yet elegant butterfly necklace, it's design is very unique though. There's this butterfly, but there are a circle around it also with 10 butterflies. It's like it's protecting this butterfly inside the circle.

"It's made out of Diamond and Gold combined. Your Mother made that design, it symbolize how much your brother would protect you." He said as I looked at the necklace with such adoration.

"It looks beautiful." I whispered.

"It is. Your Mother really have good taste doesn't she?" He said proudly.

I chuckled with my Dad's antiques.

Dad... Will I be able to call him that? Wouldn't he be mad? I mean I already called him Father, but still it's different. Hayst.

"D-Dad." I called him out trying to see his reaction with me calling him Dad.

He looked shocked at first but then he smiled so sweetly and hugged me tight.

"Mia figlia." I closed my eyes feeling the warmth My Father's Hug give.

The warmth of a loving father's hug, I feel safe, I feel loved, after years, I finally felt what I've always wanted to feel.

"Your Brothers will be so excited when we get home." He said excitedly.

"how? Do you have custody on me?" I asked not wanting for my father to go to Jail because of me.

"I never lost custody on you Bambina. You were taken away from us without any clue left, the custody stayed in our name as your parents and will be passed down to your brothers if we're gone." He said answering my question.

I nodded, I want to live with them, I just met my father today but I do want to live with him. I know I could trust them, It'll take a while but I will.

Plus who wouldn't want a big family, right? Note the sarcasm.

"When will we leave?" I asked.

"As soon as you get better." He answered smiling.

I want to get out of this place, I don't feel right being here, I want to leave this place.

"Dad, please, could we leave as early as possible? I-I'm scared. I don't know why but I am." I said teary eyed.

Heck, I'm so dramatic.

He looked at me confused at first but then changed into a worried one. He understands, He knows.

"Sure Bambina. We will leave tomorrow, I will make arrangements so you could leave this place while still being taken care of. I just need you to be safe." He said.

I nodded.

He stood up.

"Dad!" I called.

He looked at me puzzled as to why I called him so suddenly. But His face softened as soon as He realized that I'm scared.

"Lia, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just calling someone. I'll stay in the room, okay?" He assured me.

I nodded my Head approving.

I looked at him as He start talking to someone in Italian. He ended the call after a few minutes then called someone else, now He's talking in Japanese.

He was still talking with someone when I felt my eyes dropping, I felt sleepy. I heard my father say "Yes, Son." As I dozed off.

A R M A R R O S

"Yes, Son." I said to my Eldest as he questioned me about His sister.

I ended the call then turned to look at my Principessa only to see her asleep.

I walked towards her, kissed her forehead. I admired how beautiful My Daughter is, How much I missed Her, She looked a lot like me, Her hair, Her lips, Her Eyebrows, even Her Right Eye. But she got her Mother's Nose, Left Eye, and the shape of her face.

I miss Her so much, but to see Her in that way. Fuck, I want to kill them.

My daughter did not deserve any of those. Her ribs are broken, ankles are also broken, even her shoulders are broken. Her hips looked like a rainbow appeared on it, purple, blue, and many more. I couldn't even remember. I don't want to remember.

I looked at her as I remember issue Moglie cried every night when someone took her. Even My Sons cried. She's the youngest and the only girl after generations on both mine and my wife's side. She would be so happy to see her again in My arms.

I could still remember how My sons changed that day. My Eldest became the coldest out of all of them, My second started to lose interest on everything, My third stayed strong and jolly but less jolly than he is with His sister, My twins. My fourth started to have anger issues, His twin My fifth started having trust issues, My sixth started to go to underground fights, My seventh started being such an ass, My eight go out too much and bring girls at home since her mother died, and My youngest Son still has hope but He's always in trouble, underground, school.

But one things for sure. They will protect her as soon as she lived with us.