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Roman and Marcel call Alessandro dad, papa, or padre. They don't just address him one way. Sorry if the Italian isn't totally accurate. I use google translate (which my Spanish teacher hates lmao). 

Roman's pov

I'm so stupid

What was I thinking? Nevermind I wasn't. I took action before thinking, again.

The twins have been living with us for only a few days. One of them is already hurt, because of me. I didn't mean to hurt Andrea last night. I thought someone broke in, so I didn't hesitate to grab them. I had no idea it was Andrea. Why would she even be up at that time? I guess I have no right to pry though. After all, I was still up too.

I don't have a right to even ask her questions when I've been nothing but cold to her. I don't entirely know why I've been such an asshole towards her and Armani.

I guess I'm jealous that they got to be with mom. But I'm also pissed at mom for keeping my younger siblings a secret and then leaving with them. I didn't get to see them grow. Hell I don't even know anything about them.

I don't remember much about mom, considering I was only 3 when she left. But I do remember some bits. I remember mom not being around much. When she was, she was sometimes amazing and other times she was terrifying to be near.

During the years after her disappearance, I just never understood. Why did she leave? Did I do something? Was I not good enough? Did dad or one of my brothers do something?

I didn't have a mother growing up and it messed me up for years. Even though Giovanni tried to make up for it by acting like the mama bear of the family, he still couldn't entirely make up for the loss I felt.

I applaud him for trying though.

Marcel and I became the closest in comparison to our other brothers. Us being only a year apart probably had something to do with it. We spent a lot of time home alone together, which gave us time to bond.

Papa and my older brothers became engrossed with work. They weren't home much. When they were, they locked themselves in their offices. I've been training for the mafia since I was 8. So I understood they were busy. I also know dad was looking for mom during those years, so he was preoccupied.

And yes, mafia. Dad is the capo of the Italian mafia.

Leonardo will be taking over the mafia whenever dad decides to step down. The twins don't know about the whole mafia thing... obviously. Dad will probably tell them when they turn 16 or 18. Who knows.

So yeah, everyone was busy. But we had these weekly dinners. That was the one day during the week we would sit down as a family. We would talk about whatever is going on in our lives. We would laugh and argue about some small things.

During middle school, I went through something bad. Dad and the boys found out from Marcel after he snitched on me. Everything turned out okay though. Papa, Leo, Giovanni, and Marcel helped me through it.

I was annoyed most of the time though with the way they kept pestering me about it.

That is when all of them started paying more attention to me and Marcel and working a bit less. They still went to meetings a lot obviously. They were focused on keeping both the legal and illegal businesses at number 1.

I didn't expect the twins to be so cold. I thought they would be crybabies or dependent. Turns out both of them are independent and don't seem to give a fuck whenever I pester them. Although they piss me off whenever they talk back to me, I can't exactly blame them.

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