FLUKE

Chapter-21

Marco(pov)

I know exactly why she ran away. I know I was an asshole the moment those slipped out of my mouth, I couldn't help it. My palm hits my face at the memory of it and guilt swarms in me as I look at Isabella eating the pasta with a sorrow look on her face. She never shows her emotions but this time her aura is practically absorbing everyone. 

Papa glances at her frequently and I see the worry in his eyes. I mean she came back after a freaking decade and the news of her disappearance would make him obviously panic. Dante gave her chocolates. 

Fucker forgot she got cold. 

I have this urge to apologize to her. She's sad because of me and she caught cold because of me. I am not a good brother. I have never been not even to Matteo.

I had a very close relationship with mom, we were so that I used to cry the moment I step in to the school and watch her leave me. I couldn't be without her and her death made me gain unnecessary hatred towards Bella. I know it is twisted and these feeling towards my innocent sister are the worst.

My leg starts bouncing and I let out a sigh and continue eating. I see Isabella get up and leave her plate in the sink and head to the stairs to her spare bedroom. She is using our old clothes now as her room is completely burnt and we have no clue, well I  have no clue cause Papa does not want Matteo and I to involve in the mafia this early. 

They only say anything brief to Xander. My father and Lorenzo start communicating in Italian the moment she steps out of the area and  it is all about her. The bomb, her caretaker, her orphanage everything about her and we listen to it with all of our concentration. 

Dante said that Bela did not let him touch her at first, I mean if a guy I have known for like a month comes and requests to touch me after having a traumatizing childhood yeah I would say no too.

I let out a sigh. 

~~~

It has been some days since we visited mom's grave and Bella has her room back but it has still been awkward between us.

"Come on!" I say to Xander as he is walking slowly towards the car and it is the end of the day and I can not wait to go home and have a nap. I see Bella behind Xander and one of her backpacks strap is hanging in the air and her shirt which was tucked in had come out and her hair a little disheveled. 

"You got in a fight?" I hear Matteo say behind me to her and finally she lifts her head up to let us see her face, my hand clenched. Her mouth was split open and a slight drops of blood was also visible.

"Oh my god! What happened Bambina?" Matteo says and rushes towards her. Xander turns around at Matteo's remark and his eyes widen too. "What? How?" He says in shock.

"Who did this?" I hear Xander deep voice ask her and he takes her backpack in his hand. 

"I ran into a wall." At her excuse I really wanted to bang my head against a wall. Even a eight year old would have said a lot more believable excuse. 

"Bella, You can say their name. We make sure you will not get hurt by them again." Matteo reassures  her but she doesn't open her mouth. "I ran in to a wall." She repeats again and looks into my eyes.

This time her eyes held fury and had no emotion. My breath got caught in my throat as she looked directly at me and did not blink her eyes. She didn't blink and I couldn't take a breath. 

Her eyes. Sweat beads start to form on the back of my neck. My breath got caught because of a thirteen year old. 

Bella gets in the back of the car leaving every single one of us in dark and stunned. I clear my throat and get in the driving seat. The whole ride is awkwardly silent and it gives me chills.