Chapter 37: "It's Perfect"

Lidia's POV

I should get into fights more often if it means I get to skip dinner.

At first glance you wouldn't be able to tell or see if my brothers were angry. In fact it looked like they were perfectly at ease with the whole situation. Not me though, I know them. Luke was a millisecond from striking, Zack-although my calmest brother- was about to punch a hole in the wall. Cadens jaw was ticking every fifteen seconds and honestly, it was kinda annoying. The twins were both deep in thought. No doubt wondering and thinking about how to kill Keith. Sasha was a ball of fire that was going to come crashing down any moment. But there's one thing my brothers all had in common.

They looked murderous.

Sasha was looking just like she did when those disgusting men said those things about me before school. Angry and about to blow but not murderous. When I told her what happened she went on a rant about how that's horrible and how that kid should be kicked out of school. My mind was confused because my brothers do the same things he does, except they punch more.

I laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I should write in my diary. Yeah, that'll take my mind off things.

Dear Diary,

Today I got into a fight. Like a full on fight. Not just one where you slap like Casey and Hadee's. My eyebrow was busted. It was weird because in that moment it felt like I wasn't there. Like someone was controlling my body.

The weekend before was not as good as I wanted. James and Jesse beat up a poor kid who won their street race fair and square. But it's funny 'cause they also got beat badly. Luke shared his feelings with me. When I tell you I felt special, I felt special.

Zack took me to a ghetto place and it was and smelled weird but the food was delicious.

That's all. Gotta go to bed before my brothers find out I'm still awake.

Love,

Lidia White

I shut my book and placed it in the back of my towel cabinet. I move my diary around from time to time just in case if someone finds it, they won't know where it is the next time. One day I got bored so I decided I would make little crevices in the walls. I cut out the piece of wall in the back of the cabinet and then sure enough, it was hollow so I decided to hide my diary there.

Very smart if you ask me.

That night wasn't being slept soundly though. I had a nightmare. What made it even worse was it was one that kept falling into another one, like a loop. Never ending.

It's at times like these that I am reminded that I will never be able to forget Carl or the things he's done to me. I don't know why I haven't accepted it yet. Maybe it's because I'm just too stubborn. Or because I don't want to accept the fact that all of these things happened to me.

All I can do is pray they don't happen again.

Since of my fight with Keith, Luke decided to keep me home. Not because of punishment or anything like that because... well I don't really know. He just said it was best if I stayed home.

So, I sat on my balcony with my favorite blanket around me since it was a bit chilly, and thought. I know, I know, it's very dangerous if I think but I can't help it.

It's like I'm torturing myself when I think. All my thoughts start out amazing but just one little thing can make them go from zero to one hundred real quick. It's gets annoying real fast. Why can't I just be a normal girl, with a normal background and have normal brothers? Is that too much to ask for?

Guess it is because things just got crazy.

Luke's POV

All this work is tiring. This lifestyle is tiring. Especially when you have four brothers, a little sister, a sassy soon to be sister-in-law, and running a mafia and world renowned business.

Then come to find out, my little sister is our Father reincarnated. Honestly all the signs were there. Her posture, the way she says stuff, hell even what she says sounds like him.

I loved my Father. We all did. And it crushed me to find out he had died in a shootout with a gang who was climbing up the ranks fast. But someone had to step up and being the oldest, it just so happened to be me.

I put my pen down and rubbed my eyelids. Gosh, this is terrible. I-we- can't have another one of him on our hands. Especially if that one is our sweet, precious little sister. One day we'll have to tell her about this. One day but not today. Today is me trying to figure out our situation with this inherited trait.

We could tell her Father was a strict man and would get angry at people sometimes. Or we could just not tell her at all. I mean, what she doesn't know won't kill her.

I checked my phone for emails, texts, missed calls, anything but stupid paperwork. Shit. We have a gathering we have to go to. Not a mafia one- I have made it clear to people that we are not to attend one- but one for our company. Our company got nominated for some prize, I don't really know and don't care but I have to go it. Since it's technically the 'family business' my Father left a little bit of it to each of us- me owning the most of course- but still, we each get a part of it.

I believe it's time we go shopping, I sighed.

Lidia's POV

So Luke just told me we're going shopping. Why? All I want to do is lay in bed. Is that so much to ask for? Apparently it is because Luke said 'It's nonnegotiable'. Great. So now I have to walk around and pretend to find stuff interesting then just end up getting the first thing I picked out.

We were taking two cars since all of us couldn't possibly fit in one. I was in one of Caden's many cars with Sasha and the twins. Even then it's crowded. Luke and Zack took Zack's gray Mercedes. Why do they get peace and quiet and space while I get screamed at in my ear!

This day has started off horribly.

Thankfully we got to the tailor in time. Well we own the tailor but our reservation for us only, only lasts for about four hours. Not enough time to get five rambunctious and picky men, a woman who isn't afraid to point out and tell the tailor they're making a mistake, and a semi-shy girl who just wants to go home, a outfit tailored.

"Ahhh, my favorite customers! How are you today?" A little Italian man spoke.

"Customer? We own this place Francesco." Jesse said in a joking manner. What did I expect from Jesse? To be as harsh and cold as Luke?

"Of course, of course. Let me rephrase, my favorite people who own my business!" He corrected.

We all laughed. Well Jesse and Sasha laughed. Caden and Zack smiled. James held in a laugh although I'm sure it was hard for him and Luke didn't even twitch his lips while I giggled. This man is funny.

Since the boys have been here before, all he needed to do was double check and give them suits.

"Why do you have a suit all ready for the gathering? Did Luke call you or something?" I asked, genuinely curious. Does he just have a little pot and he puts in the measurements and then boom! It's a suit?

He chuckled. "Well because Miss White, your brothers are always needing suits so why not have a collection waiting for them?"

I smiled. "That's smart, I never would've thought of that."

"Well darling, American brains are just different from those around the world." He smiled back.

I started to laugh. I tried to control my laughter, I really did, but something about this man and everything he says makes me want to laugh. He just insulted me and I was laughing really hard.

The people in the room- besides Luke- looked at me weirdly when I had calmed down. I was grinning but not laughing. It was when it was Sasha's time to get fitted that I realized why they were looking at me like that. I had just laughed uncontrollably. I haven't done that since before Carl. I inwardly smiled to myself. Maybe today is going to be a good day after all.

The rest of the fitting was me picking out a sample dress and bringing them to Mr. Morales. When I had asked him why his last name wasn't Italian he said it was because he took his husbands last name. I wonder if my husband will take my last name.

I was scanning through the racks, not really caring which ones I grabbed, when a pink dress catches my eye. I took ahold of it and looked it up and down. It had thin straps, a candy pink color, and a slit going down from my mid thigh. The best part is it covered almost all of my back. The scars that were showing I could easily make a lie and explain why they were there. Plus it wasn't too showy and the top could be covered by a shawl if it got cold since it was the beginning of December.

I shrugged and put it onto my arm with the other three dresses I had pulled out at random. If I didn't have at least two others, my brothers would go dress shopping for me.

I walked into the fitting room with my first dress; it was purple and had thick, wavy straps, and went down to my ankles. I looked in the mirror and all I saw was ugly. This dress made me look ugly, it made me feel ugly. The dress itself was ugly but for the sake of it, I walked out.

My brothers and Sasha were sitting on the little couches provided. It reminded me of that show, Say Yes To The Dress is what I think it's called.

"Oh my you look beautiful!"

"Lids I think I'm tearing up!"

"Don't you dare grow up on us."

Is what my fashion blind brothers said. The only people there who actually know what they're doing said:

"No, no I am not letting you walk out of here with that dress."

"Darling I know it's not my place to say but that dress just doesn't suit you."

I gasped with relief when I heard Sasha and Mr. Morales say those things.

"And why not? I think she looks beautiful." Caden said, obviously not taking the hint that I think it's hideous.

"Because my dear boyfriend, that dress makes her, and no offense sweetie, fat. The color does not bode well with her hair at all. No offense intended Francesco, but the dress is hideous on her." Sasha defended.

"None taken. It's a pretty dress just not on her. If I wasn't an employee I would've said the same thing."

This is where I decided to speak up. "Don't worry Mr. Morales, please feel free to speak your opinions about any of the dresses I try on. Don't want to be looking like a purple whale now do I?" I said chuckling.

He smiled. "Of course Miss White."

I walked back in to try the other two dresses. They were okay, Sasha and Francesco were saying a light blue dress with lace laying on the top and above my breasts was pretty. The other boys said, and I quote, 'shows too much of her knockers'. Jesse definitely got a slap on the arm for that.

The final dress was ready. We were all tired and ready to go home. All I wanted was to lay in my bed and take a preferably nightmare-free nap. I put on the dress and looked at myself in the full body mirror. It's straps were big enough to not cut into my skin, yet skinny enough to be considered a thin-strapped dress. As I predicted, my whole back and most of my shoulders were covered if my hair was down. The color really brought out my hair and the dress's slit was far enough down my leg to be deemed appropriate.

In short I loved it.

I hesitantly walked out, scared that they won't like it as much as I do. Sasha let out a gasp and Mr. Morales stuffed his fist into his mouth. Luke's eyes widened the tiniest bit when he saw me. Tears started to well up in Zack's eyes when he took in my whole outfit. Jesse was in awe of it. James and Caden- much like most of the day- had the same expression. In awe but also protective. It was as if they were saying 'No one can and will be good enough for our sister'.

"It's perfect."

Oooooo. So Lidia's got a dresssss. So in most mafia books, when there's a ball or gathering, things go wrong. So, will things go wrong or will they go right? You'll never know until you read the next chapter 😈. As always I hope you liked it and don't forget to vote, comment, and obviously like :)