When young Diovanna is framed for something she didn't do and is sent off to a "boarding school" she feels abandoned and betrayed. But one thing was for sure, this boarding school was no ordinary school.
One day when police roll in and search the p...
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It's stupid fucking Monday. That means I have to get up and go to school.
My extended family is apparently only the next street over, so that's nice. The events of yesterday with my grandfather caused riffles in the water, but I don't care.
When is Grandfather gonna learn I don't give a shit about their mafia and that I don't even have the fucking information. Your perfect granddaughter Giavanna does though.
I'm literally here to destroy the people who hurt me, not to take down their stupid ass mafia.
I get out of bed and head to the shower. When I'm done, I brush my teeth and head to my closet.
I wear a black long sleeve crop top with blue ripped jeans. I wear some black and white Dunks.
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The scar that goes from my hip across my body and to my shoulder is a little on display but I make no move to cover it.
If they see it and ask, I just won't answer. Simple.
When I finish putting on all my jewelry, I pocket my phone and AirPods, grabbing my backpack and head downstairs.
Lucian and Luca are in a conversation at the kitchen island. Sebastian and Domenico have laptops in front of them. Elijah is at the stove making breakfast.
Ares looks sweaty and fucking disgusting like he just worked out and is now drinking a protein shake. Matteo is fucking drooling on the counter in his sleep. Gross. Giavanna is on her phone typing aggressively might I add.
Lucian notices me and pats the seat between him and Luca. "Hey Dio" Lucian says catching everyone's attention. His eyes land on my scar for a second but they leave when he notices me looking at him.
When I told him about the school and the things they did to us, I never told him about what I saw in that place. I never told him about this scar because I couldn't tell if our father was there as a hallucination or physically there.
I can't fucking remember and it's killing me.
A chorus of mornings go around. Elijah hands each of us a plate with some eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and tater tots.
