Mine

Chapter Two: Fiore Vargas

Luciano had been pacing back and fourth and playing with his switchblade since he found out about the new neighbors. I told him that it was a teenage girl and her father, nothing to worry about, but he said "No one moves here without a reason, Fiore." Thus, he sent Lutz to get ahold of this teenage girl so he could question her.

"Please stop pacing, grande fratello. You're starting to scare me." I voice my concern.

His magenta eyes lock with my green ones, and he gracefully strides over to me. His face is in such close proximity to mine that I blush. Yes, blush. I don't know it happened, but I had slowly grown to love my possessive older bother in more ways than one. I look at ground to try and keep him from seeing my blush, but Luciano grabs my jawbone and forces me to look at him. "Why are you blushing, mia principessa?"

That's strange. He's never called me that before. I don't answer him and try to avoid his gaze when I feel something cold and sharp at my throat: one of his beloved knives. "I-I don't know."

He frowns."I know you're lying, bella." Luciano presses the tip of the blade into my skin just enough to let a tiny river of warm blood trickle down my neck.

Our 'conversation' is interrupted by a loud, feminine sounding voice. "WOULD YOU QUIT GRABBING MY ASS?! I MEAN, IT IS PRETTY NICE, BUT REALLY?!"

Luciano removes the knife from my neck and grins. "It seems Lutz is back with our guest."

The door to my bother's office slams open, revealing a girl with navy blue eyes, purple hair, and a pale complexion. She has a purple long sleeved shirt trimmed with white lace, ripped jeggings, and purple converse. In my opinion, she is the one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on. I speak without thinking and say "You're really pretty."

She attempts to strike a pose, despite the fact that Lutz is holding her hands behind her back. "Finally, someone who appreciates how awesome I am."

My brother frowns. "Fiore, leave us."

"Can I stay? I promise I'll just watch, I won't say anything." I beg Luciano.

"No. Now leave." The look in his eyes is murderous and unforgiving.

"Fratello-"

"FINE! You can stay!" He snaps. "But don't get the way."

"I won't." I promise.

" Lutz, let go of her."

The German male does as he is asked. "Try not to hurt her too much, I like this one. She has a nice ass."

"Of all my physical qualities..." The girl mumbles.

My brother turns his attention to the girl. "Name?"

She glares at him. "Do you think I'm a dumbass? Why would I give my name to a random stranger?"

"Because I told you too." My fratello replies.

"I plead the fifth."

It happened so fast I almost missed it. Luciano had apparently grown sick of her attitude, and a knife was thrown with deadly accuracy. It would've hit the terrified girl in the chest, but a hand snatched it out of the way before the weapon could meet its target.

"I told you not to hurt her, ja?" Lutz said in his thick German accent. The buff male narrows his lavender eyes at my brother.

"Fuck you!" Luciano snapped. He threw another knife at the purple-haired female. I yank on his arm to try and keep him from hitting the pretty girl, and it almost works. Almost. It looks like the knife is going to miss, but finds it's mark in the girl's right shoulder. She lets out a terrible scream.

Luciano whips around to face me, a blade a my neck. "What did I tell you about staying out of the way?!" He hisses. He cuts my lip open. It burns like fire. Luciano continues to make small cuts in my lips. It hurts too much, and I can no longer hold the tears in.

"F-fratello please s-top. I-it hurts." His magenta eyes seem to fill with hurt.

"Scusa. Io non volevo farti del male." The scary thing was, he almost sounded sincere. And never, ever in a million years sounded sincere. First he calls me his princess, now this? What was happening to my fratello?

Translations:
Grande fratello- big brother in Italian
Fratello- brother in Italian
Mia principessa- my princess in Italian
Bella- beautiful in Italian
Ja- yes in German
Scusa. Io non volevo farti del male.- sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in Italian

Also, the character that this chapter's POV is in is named Fiore, which means flower in Italian
Translations made using Google Translate, sorry for any incorrectness