Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia.
She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and th...
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We all stayed in the hall for a moment and all of us seemed to forget about my bullet wound, The bullet didn't pierce through my shoulder but it just scratched it which means I'm okay, it's not painful at all, I forgot about it until I looked at the blood on my shirt.
"What's going on with you?" Gio spoke first asking me. Milo and I have been glancing at each other then act like we didn't just make eye contact— more like I'm the one who's pretending, nothing can embarrass that man— too awkward for my liking and I'm scared about what's going on inside his head— but for now, I am more scared of Gio's reaction to what I did today. "What the fuck happened today Morana?"
"I..." I have nothing to say because I can't explain what's going on. Fuck me for the tears that gathered in my eyes.
"You what?" He took a step forward, I took a step back. Gio scares me too much for my liking. I know he won't do anything to me but I'm afraid of him regardless. "If you're not gonna start talking Morana, I swear to fuck!"
"Please Gio, can we not? Just this one time?" I asked hoping he would just let it go this fucking one time.
Gio let out an angry chuckle before he started walking towards me and I'm almost horrified— Milo got in front of him grabbing his arm. I can literally hear my blood rushing through my veins, that's how silent it is. Gio looked at Milo shocked that Milo is stopping him or more like not allowing him to do whatever Gio wanted to do and it's probably yell at me even more.
"Drop it." Milo said looking slightly up at Gio who is maybe one inch taller than Milo. His dark blue eyes piercing through Gio's darker red eyes.
"Milo, step back right the fuck now." Gio said glaring at Milo. My other brothers shared a look and I heard Elio mutter fuck and now never mind, I'm not scared for myself, I'm scared for them.
"You are not to yell at her." Milo told him still grabbing Gio's arm. The room is quieter than silence.
Gio let out a horrible chuckle, an evil one. "Are you ordering me? Or threatening me?"
"I am stopping you." Milo responded.
"Elio, take Morana to her room." Gio ordered Elio who started walking towards me immediately, I don't think I have ever been this terrified in my entire life—Wait why the fuck am I even scared?!
"No." I said backing away from Elio who mouthed 'don't do that' to me. My tears started flowing because I don't want them to fight because of me. "Gio?" I called out his name wanting him to look at me and not look at Milo that way, like they are enemies and not the brothers that I know.
"Your room, Morana, now." He said but without looking at me. He just has to look at my face and I know Gio will back off.
"Come on Morana." Elio whispered to me but I shook my head 'no'. I take steps towards Milo and Gio instead.
