chapter 6

I woke up around 4am, which is crap I didn't get to sleep till 2 o'clock. There's just so many thoughts going through my head. I have a bio family. They are the Italian mafia. Marco, the ex Don, and Alessandro, the current Don, took the Spanish Donna into their house. Do they know I'm a part of the underworld? Will they tell me they are a part of the underworld?

Next thing, my phone rings, looking at the caller ID.

Dipshit. God fucking damn it I move and this asshole is calling me this can't be good.

"Hey, how are you?" I questioned.

"How am I are you fucking mad, where are you?." Truth is I didn't have the heart to say goodbye or tell him I'm moving.

"Ryan, I'm sorry, okay, you know how I feel with goodbyes, so I was hoping you would come when the rest are. I'm currently in Italy with the biological family." I replied in one breath.

"Aww baby I know I'm just scared. Anything can happen to you and I won't know but also my cuddle bear is gone." The last bit made me laugh. When I have trouble sleeping I normally go to him and I get a good few hours sleep.

"I know, Ryan. I'm scared too." I mumbled the last bit so he wouldn't hear it. I felt a pair of eyes on me looking at the door I spot Alessandro. "Ryan I'll call you later. Is that okay?"

" Ya sure baby. Be safe."

"Bye baby love you. Be safe."

Looking at Alessandro’s face when I said the last line. To say he looked mad was an understatement. He looked like he was ready to punch something, hopefully not me. "WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT? I CANT BELIEVE YOU ARE ALREADY BREAKING DADS RULES." Shit he mad mad.

"Emmm........" I hesitated.

"WHO WAS IT?" I flinched when he shouted at me. His eyes softened a bit.

"That was my friend. He's from Spain we're friends since we were young." I told him truthfully, gone back to my blank face. He seemed surprised at me for doing it.

"I'm sorry for shouting la mia piccola scimmietta. I just want you to be safe and to be honest I wanna be the person you come to when you having a bad day or be there when your excited. I want you to trust me. To feel loved by me. I want you all to myself. Call me jealous all you want but it's the truth."

(My little monkey)

"What does that mean?" I know what it does but I won't let him know that.

"La mia piccola scimmietta. It means my little monkey. I called you that when you were younger because you always tried climbing when you were really small. Ever since you started crawling." He told me like he was remembering the old days he had a smile on his face when telling me.

He walked out of my room, not before telling me breakfast was ready. Shit was I supposed to cook for them, but if I was, he would have looked mad, and he wouldn't say it was ready. Shit I don't want to go downstairs.

"Crap forgot you don't know your way. How about you get dressed then I'll show you. We will be going shopping after so get dressed in going out clothes." He stated.

Man I just got here can't we just stay in I need a house tour. But thankfully he is not mad anymore. I go to the closet and get dressed in grey sweats as that's all I have.

When I walked back into the room after making sure my bruises ate covered I spot Alessandro sitting on my bed. "Come on my little monkey let's get you fed."

"Em I'm not really hungry but I'll sit at the table?" I more like questioned than stated.

"Sweetheart you need to eat so how about just a few bits and I'll be happy?" He said hopefully.

"Sure I guess. Just don't stalk me when I am trying to eat because you look like a stalker to me." I joked playfully.

I honestly didn't think I was funny but this "brother" of mine full on belly laughed walking out of my room. "Come on I'll make sure you eat, even if I have to stalk you." he shouted back at me.

We walked back into the grand entrance and through the double doors on my left. When we walked in all the talking came to a halt making me think they were talking about their mafia.

"Le spedizioni sono già arrivate?  Marco questioned in Italian, thinking I couldn't understand them. He looked at me to make sure I didn't. Even though i could, I kept a stone cold expression on.

(Did the shipments come yet?)

"Sì, padre, l'hanno fatto stamattina verso le 4."  Alessandro said back to Marco.

(Yes, father, they did this morning around 4 o'clock.)

I ate about 4 fork fulls of pancakes and I was full, but I also felt a stare into the side of my head. I looked up to see Alessandro was staring. Did I not ask him not to? God this lad is annoying me already it hasn't even been twenty four hours yet. I mean who the fuck does he think he is? Jesus?

Don't get me wrong I'm beginning to warm up to them but my god the testosterone in this house will kill me. I mean who the fuck has 5 boys and only 1 girl?

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