Briella,17, never had a stable family set up. She was left alone by the age of 7, to fend for herself. Her father hated her, abused her for her whole life. Briella usually got into trouble with the law. She has never trusted anyone before in her lif...
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"Gerald..."
"Yeah kid?"
"Is it just one brother?" I asked hesitantly.
"I believe there's 8." Gerald casually said.
"Haha, very funny Gerald. Tell me the truth" I bluntly spoke.
"I'm not joking, Brie"
There was a strange silence. Something that Gerald is not used to.
"You alri-"
"FUCKING EIGHT BROTHERS!? EIGHT!" Eight brothers.... How am I... am I going to cope? Boys...scare me. And there's eight of them. What if they're the same as sperm donor? Or worse? How am I going to live with eight boys? What if they're mean?
"Kid....kiiiiiid"
What if they....do anything to me?
"Earth to Briellaaaa"
What if I annoy them?
"BRIELLA LUNA DE LUCA!"
I jumped up, my eyes locked with Geralds.
"We're here!" He reassuringly said. "I'm gonna miss you kid"
I instantly pulled Gerald 6'0 figure into a tight hug. "I'll miss you too, no one's going to entertain you crazy cops no more"
He ruffled my hair before letting go of me. He pointed at a beautiful huge ass jet. I walked up the steps to the jet with my tiny bag in my hands, once I reached the top, a nice lady took my bag and greeted me.
"Hello Miss De Luca, welcome abroad!" She smiled. A small smile pulled on my lips before replying. "What's your name?" "I'm Amber! I'm your families pilot"
Daaaaamn my brothers got moneeeeey.
She gave me a tour of the jet. The bar, toilet, shower, food and get this, the bedroom. A FUCKING BEDROOM. I jumped on the bed while Amber giggled. She then closed the door and made her way to the cockpit. Hehehehehehe cock.
I got comfortable with cloud like pillows. Took my sleeping meds, and quickly fell asleep.
~3 hours later~
"Miss De Luca, wake upppp"
I tossed and turned before speaking out, "get out of my face you hairy ballbag"
"Excuse me?"
I opened one of my eyes to see Amber looking at me completely confused. I jumped up quickly before apologising. "Oh my g- I'm so sorry!"
Amber laughed, holding her belly, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "You're definitely a De Luca, Briella."
What the fuck she mean by that?
"One of your brothers are waiting outside, he's in a matte black Lamborghini" Amber smiled. God, does she always smile?
I shook my head and made my way to the front of the jet, a worker, which name I forgot, handed me a my bag and wished me a good day. Damn, are they all nice?
I walked down the steps with Amber, she pointed to this expensive looking car and my hidden worries started to creep up on me. I quickly walked over to the car, the window was down and some scary man smiled at me.
"Briella? Did I say your name right?" He asked, still smiling. All these smiley bastards are scaring me now.
"Which one are you?" I ignored his question. He just chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm Leo, aka, the best!"
I silently giggled to myself before he jumped out of his car. "Where's the rest of your bags?" He asked, I literally thought he was joking not gonna lie. "That's it" I replied.
He looked at me with disbelief all over him. He then grabbed the bag and put it in the back seat. He opened the passenger side for me, which I thought was nice, I was going to sit in the back but now, I guess I'm sitting with him...
