Seventeen years ago, Alessio, the Italian Mafia Boss, received "proof" that his wife cheated on him. A couple of weeks later he heard that she was pregnant. Enraged, he kicked his wife and mother of his sons out of his house to live on the streets...
I was woken up this morning by my phone blaring an alarm. Without opening my eyes, I try to find my phone, then once I have it, I press the power button down which also turns my alarm off.
I quickly fall into another sleep; however, it is a light sleep.
So, when I hear my door open and footsteps approaching my bed, I groan. "I'm awake. I promise. I just have my eyes closed." My words are slurred from my brain still being half asleep, but they earn me a little chuckle. From that chuckle, there is only one person it could be.
Rudy.
Why the hell is he awake already?
"Come on. Today is our first day of school. If you want to make that dramatic entrance, we had planned yesterday than you have to get up early so we can leave early." His words have me waking up almost immediately.
"Oh yeah." I mumble. I yawn really quickly and then stand up. "Now get out of my room so that I can change."
After going through my closet for a while, I decide on some baggy cargo pants and a cropped, normal black t-shirt. For shoes I choose some black doc martins that I had made for me before we moved here so there were some places to shove some knives. In my bathroom mirror I straighten my hair before curling just a couple strands to add some depth. I then put a beanie on, but not enough to cover my whole head. It is just a hair accessory for me.
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In case any of the classrooms are cold, I grab a blackish-grey flannel and wrap it around my waist. Before leaving my room, I put my phone in my back right pocket and one of my extra bike keys in another pocket. I put some knives in my boot as well. (I am an assassin sue me for being prepared and safe)
I then make my way downstairs and grab some cinnamon toast crunch and orange juice. The superior cereal (only tied with lucky charms) and the best breakfast juice. I join my other twins at the table to eat. The oldest older brothers are all up and moving around the kitchen and the youngest older brothers are nowhere to be seen, probably still getting dressed.
Our plan on making a dramatic entrance has a very tight schedule. After timing it, Alessandro leaves exactly ten minutes before the other boys. Marco is usually in his room by then and Christopher leaves by six to get to the hospital. Lorenzo hangs out in the kitchen until his coffee is gone (which takes longer than you might think).
Since Alessandro's work is in the same direction of the high school we are entering, which I couldn't be bothered to learn the name of, we would need to drive the speed limit until we reach the intersection where we have to turn. Then we would be in the safe zone.
Then we have the problem of the youngest older brothers. They will probably want to show us around, and while I appreciate the sentiment a sleepless night compelled me to learn the whole layout of the school. If we say we want to get there a bit earlier than the other boys to get our schedule we would be able to get out of the house five minutes after Alessandro left and five minutes before the other school kids.
