Broken Lies | 18+

[𝟑] 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

A/N: I'm using google translate for Italian, please correct me if anything is wrong.

[ENZO]

"She needs to leave before she causes trouble."

"You don't think I fucking know that, Alessio?" I yell, taking another sip of my whiskey.

"I mean come on, E. You don't even know her and your letting her stay there."

My brother is paranoid. Not that I'm not too, but, it is my choice to keep her here. And it is my fault she got shot. I should've never fucking called a 'truce' with Vince. Fucking traitor.

"I'm not a monster, I'm not letting her roam the streets with a bleeding arm."

He laughs, "Yeah, I know you're not, that's why I love you, bro."

I smirk, thinking about an earlier conversation, "She wanted fucking ramen. The first thing she wants after getting out is ramen. I swear I don't understand women."

"Nah I don't blame them, that shit is so fucking good."

I shake my head, "You have the mental capacity as a four year old, of course you like ramen." I say, taking another sip, "You're the only reason we have ramen here."

"And it better stay there." He laughs, talking to someone on the other side of the phone, he sighs, "I gotta go, Emilia is awake."

"That's okay, go to your baby."

He laughs, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I clear my throat, "Bye."

He mumbles 'Bye' before hanging up. I fill up my glass, taking it in the living room. I sit down on my L-shaped sofa, taking off my shoes and kicking my feet up. I sigh, running my hands through my hair, bringing my hands down my face, fuck. What a day.

I turn on the television, watching the news. I have to be up to date, not knowing almost everything terrifies me. Because one day, I'm not going to know something, and I'll die for it.

I lay my head up against the armrest, putting my glass on the side table. I groan, putting my arm over my eyes, causing my headache to lessen.

My eyes pop open as a thought invades my mind, what the fuck is her name? I let her into my home and I don't even know her name, fuck!

I jump of the couch, running upstairs to my room. I open the door quietly before I still, she's asleep. Shit, how the fuck am I supposed to find her name now?

Hmm, I could ask, Milo, my person investigator. I close the door quickly, walking down the stairs. I reach my office, grabbing my computer and going back into the living room to sit back down.

I pick up my phone, dialing Milo. The phone rings a few times before he finally picks up, "Need something?"

I laugh, "Yes, in fact, I do. I need you to look someone up for me."

He coughs, "Fine, what's the name."

"I don't have one."

"That's not much help, E."

I clear my throat, "Can I give a physical description?"