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Chapter 17

GIOVANNI'S POV

Fuck fuck fuck. I messed up.

I messed up badly. Why? Why couldn't I keep my fucking mouth shut for once? I should've been more calm and talked it out.

But, no I JUST had to open my mouth and say something. I've always had anger issues. Ever since I was young. You have no idea how many times dad had to come get me from school for fighting or yelling at a teacher.

I always say things I don't mean. Just like now. God, the look on her face made my heart stop beating. She looked so hurt and devastated. I would be too if any of my brothers said all those hurtful things to me.

I swear it's like I heard my heart shatter with just looking at her. Her eyes held so much pain I couldn't look anymore. Her tears, oh god her tears would bring me to my knees.

No, dad didn't take her in out of pity. Dad have always wanted a daughter just like we always wanted a sister to spoil. So when dad said that we had a sister we didn't know about I was over the moon.

But, I was scared. Scared that I wouldn't be a good big brother to my little sister. Scared that if she got hurt I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I'm a big brother. It's my job to protect my sister and make sure a tear never falls from her diamond eyes. And what did I do? I made her breakdown and cry so much she couldn't breathe.

Seeing her so scared of me made me feel like a bullet pierced my heart.

My sister. My baby sister. Was scared.
Of me. I scared my baby sister.

Our world is dangerous. And her pure soul wouldn't be able to handle it. If something happened to her our family would be devastated.

We've known her for a short span of time but we already love and adore her. She's bought so much light and happiness in such a short period of time.

I can't imagine my life without her now. I didn't even know why I was being this rude to her. I just thought that if I was rude then if something happened to her it would hurt less.

But, what did she mean 'getting beaten to a pulp' ? Did someone hurt her? God help anyone who dared to lay a hand on my precious sister. I clenched my hands together as the image of her being hurt flashed in my mind.

I must admit though, she has a good fucking punch. I feel like a proud dad. At least I know that she can throw a punch when needed.

But god does my nose hurt like a bitch.

I looked at my brothers and saw them looking at me with disappointment. Hell even Ezekiel. I looked at dad and saw him looking at me with blank look.

That could mean one thing. He's mad, like really fucking mad. I looked away feeling a lump form in my throat.

I stumbled backwards when I felt a punch in my face.

"Fuck." I hissed in pain and held my cheek.

I looked to see and saw Elijah glaring at me and saw his knuckles bleeding a little indicating that he was the one who punched me.

Ezekiel looked at me dead in the eye and said dangerously " You ether listen good or so help me god. If you ever, and I mean ever treat MY sister like that again. It will be a bullet next time. I don't give a fuck who you are."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Ezekiel never really talks unless it's really important. And he only talks to his twins so it's pretty surprising that he's talking right now. Even the rest are surprised.