Their Secret Little Assassin

Chapter Thirty Five

"We're home," I call out as I enter the foyer.

"In the kitchen having lunch," Fabio yells back to me.

I unclip Shit Head and set his leash on one of the side tables.

"Hello," I smile as I walk in.

"All your hair is gone," Gino say as he chokes on his water.

"Surprise," I say.

"It looks nice," Zeno says as he examines it but picking up areas and dropping them back down.

"I thought it was time for change," I shrug.

"Are you having a mental breakdown?" Fabio asks me.

"Fabio," Ezio scolds.

"Yeah," I deadpanned.

Fabio rolls his eyes at me and passes me a chicken ceaser wrap.

Gawd damn does it look good.

It was just breaded chicken, Romain lettuce, ceaser dressing, onion and green peppers on a spinach wrap, but boy did it look bussin'.

I took a bite and practically collapsed to the floor because of how good it is.

Not really, but drama, you know.

"Who made this?" I ask.

"Me," Gino nervously says.

"È così bello cazzo," (It's so fucking good) I compliment in Italian.

"Language," Ezio scolds.

"Sorry. It's so fucking good," I repeat, but in English.

"That's not what I meant," Ezio sighs.

"What do you want from me?" I ask confused.

I ate about half of it, which wasn't bad, but also not good.

I did unfortunately throw it up in the kitchen trash can though while Zeno held my hair out of my face.

"I'm sorry," I say as I rinse my mouth of with water before I go to brush my teeth.

"Don't apologize, we know the healing process is gonna take a while," Ezio says as he rubs my back.

"Yeah, but it's taken a fortnight," I complain.

"You went through a lot of trauma," Zeno frowns.

"You don't need to tell me, my guardians literally sold me at age 6," I say as I roll my eyes.

"Physical trauma," Zeno adds on.

I quickly made my way upstairs and brushed my teeth to get the horrid taste of puke out and after I was done I made my way back down to the kitchen to just grab some water because it's been the easiest to stomach.

I was about to make another joke, but a knock on the door made me jump in my skin.

"Holy shit, who even knocks anymore," I say as I roll my eyes.

I go to get the door, but Ezio beats me to it.

"Good afternoon Mr. Romano," a skinny boy that looks a little bit younger than me and about an inch shorter said.

He had blonde hair that was cropped very short and thin framed glasses, you know typical middle schooler.

"Why is a middle schooler tutoring me?" I ask Zeno in a whispered voice.

"Dad gave us files to look for tutors, he's actually 17, he goes to a different private school than you and is incredibly gifted," Zeno whispers back.