you are, " Salvatore tau

you mean

awoken to entertain her brother's whims. "Dad keeps a gun in his bedside table. You will snea

time? In

nnoyance. "But if you think you don't have a good aim or are not light enoug

was transferred to the Mafia one, people instantly recognising the two as they entered and instantly girls flocke

her would just randomly tell someone about something S

he was threatenin

out of bed and jabbing at his asthma, enjoying the way the c

u can take your lack of capabilities out on me, then

e foyer before slowly entering her parents' bedroom, closing the door soundlessly. The room was bathed in

leep as she maneuvered around the furniture, standing beside her father's sid

ers coiled around the barrel, holding her breath and dreading

y it was before pressing her lips into a thin line. Slowly getting to her feet, she closed the drawer and exiting the room, the

to see him leisurely leaning against the wall with his own gu

lked towards him as he pushed himself off the wal

, " He rolled his

t tho

gun in concern, Serafina stifling a lau

to look,

tch

cka

ding and led her towards a door in the wall. A flight of stairs led them into the basement where they crossed numero

ting range with five targets on either

ters before she watched him stand before a counter. His gun outstretched as he inh

he time he had done the shooting, Serafina suspected that he had emptied the mag before he put down the gun, pressing a button bes

e her brother stepped away from the c

she wouldn't use a gun until she was 18 - which was a year away - her brothers, on the

e was just as relentlessly stubborn as her. Eventually, her mother had explained that given she is hi

rrel on the target. With an exhale, she pulled the trigger, hunching her shoulders as s

took the gun from her, clicking off the safety before

her chest, she felt her heart beat in overdrive as she looked at the target, seeing no holes in it and glanced around to se

ormed a perfect O to see

l tips and telling her to shoot with her feet a bit apart. Taking his advice, she shot once more, initially shooting ou

f nowhere, startling Serafina as she jumped back, the gun goi

, his hand smeared red as he shut his eyes against the pain, biting his lip from crying out and squirming in discomfort. She watched the

er twin, removing his gear. "Loo

, cracking open a tear-filled eye, still c

ne, " He assured calmly. "Put down t

elp Salvatore to his feet before slowly taking him up the stairs, calling out n

ed the buff man before him as he lowered her twin onto the couch, the man ran

ss of scotch rather than informing her father that his son had been shot by his own daughter. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned h

her breath hitching in her throat to hear the roar of thei

ce rung through the estate befor

top. Rushing to Salvatore, he barked orders at the men, the anger, and authority radiating off him in waves as Serafina slunk into a corner, terrified of facing him l

nded from the men around him.

shed into the lounge with a medical kit in hand. Sitt

er uncle Vincent and roughly grabbing him

unable to live with the thought that som

her shoulders when her father's murder

g his hardest to sound calm, but instead achieving to

short with a bloodied hand, instantly redirecting his at

their father as he grasped Salvatore's bloo

He asked in defeat, his anger

-range shot so could have been detrimental. Also, his bone is shattered since the bullet s

d as Arcangelo just closed h

, Serafina watching him run away as her eyes caught sight of their younger brother, Marco, standing si

around her shoulder, looking up to see Marco wrap a blanket around her with tears in his eyes before he hugged her.

ther. Getting dressed, he zipped up his jacket and helped Salvatore to his feet and led him to the door. Once they had left, Rosalie

sobbed into her shoulder, her mother shushing her. "

e stroked her hair. "Ever

ace as her tears had dried up some time ago, thinking about what could have happened. Marco sat cross-legged on the other side of their

informing them that Salvatore was being prepared for surgery and he

eath her head. Groggily glancing around her, she watched her father enter with a dishevele

enio settled on the mattress, wrapping an arm around Marco and rested his younger brother's head on shoulder, given that he h

held out a hand to her. Taking hold of it, she moved forward and settled between her

g his head against hers. "What either one of you did for th

tting out a relieved breath before laughing in reli

r than that, he'll have his arm in a cast until the skin and muscle is healed, and he would hav

ut a relieved laugh, wiping away

o mused to himself. "What did you call those fictio

his head on Arsenio's shoulder and his eyes

er confirmed. "He'll be k

words, all of them beyond relieved