Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
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"Breanna come down now"! Alex called out. I groaned loudly getting off the seat from the piano Bruno ran in the room picking me up and spinning me around. "hey twinny"! he cheered. "put me down". I gritted out sometimes I hate how much these knuckleheads treat me like a rag doll. He pouted but he put me down making me huff out and roll my eyes. "are you ever going to let us listen to you play". He whined putting on the puppy eyes. "Nope! and theirs something wrong with your face". he put his hand to his face. "what is wrong with it"? he frowned.
"everything".
With that, I walked downstairs only to be pulled into a bone-crushing hug. "Omg, my beautiful niece". I choked on my spit and my body was as stiff as a statue. "Lia let our niece we have only just being invited over we don't need you killing her with your deathly hugs". A deep voice warned with a slight chuckle. "Ok-ok". With that, I was released and I was finally able to release the breath that I didn't realise I was keeping. "Oh, your even more beautiful than last time I saw you". She cupped my cheeks giving me a warm motherly smile. "Hello, aunty Lia". I smiled at her making her kind loving grin only grow more. "Aww your just perfect and soooo beautiful". She cooed caressing my cheeks looking at me directly. My cheeks flushed into a loud crimson red. "err um-ok... you too". I mumble awkwardly my words probably not even making sense. She giggled loudly and I could hear a few chuckles in the room. A strong tall man who was wearing a luscious navy suit smiled at me. He was an almost exact copy of my father. "Hello Breanna, my name is Gio". He gestured out his hand and like the classic cold-hearted girl I am I gave the firmest handshake. Letting him know that his little dominating intimidating 'act' doesn't scare me one bit. "nice meeting you". I say sickly sweet earning a loud deep chuckle from him. "well she truly is your daughter brother". Dad's lips twitched into a small smile and he came placing his large hand over my shoulder. So this is his brother...I looked at him carefully analysing him closely I didn't even realise that there were other people in the room. "Breanna these are my sons your cousins". I snapped my head to the other two men and a little boy in the room. I felt myself awing at the little boy who was looking at me with his big doe eyes. "These are my sons Matteo and Marco". Lia gestured to the two identical twins both with golden hair and matching blue eyes. The boys both smiled cheekily at me. I nodded at them then moved my head to the little boy my own eyes softening. "And this my baby boy Leo". Leo's smile dropped and he huffed out pouting crossing his arms over his chest. "I am not a baby mum I am 7 years old". This is the most adorable little boy I have ever seen. He reminded me of the children who lived on my street who I used to babysit. I have one massive soft spot and that is for children. "Of course, you're not a baby but you are my baby". Lia smiled at him then kissed his cheek. "Mummmmm". He whined before turning bright red realising that we were looking at him. My brothers and my 'cousins' all chuckled at him. Leo then walked to me smiling innocently at me before throwing his arms around my waist.
