" They're words. They mean whatever you interpret."
Elara Valenti, a seventeen year old girl just trying to get by. Well, get by killing, fighting, arrests and abuse.
Elara was taken at the mere age of two from her family, the Valenti's.
Or, the It...
Inside was the whole squad- I mean family. Santino, Giovanni, Lorenzo, Camillo, Alessandro and sadly Fynn.
I probably had bags under my eyes as I didn't hide them very well but it is what it is. "Hey bambina, how'd you sleep?" Lorenzo asked, walking towards me with his arms out to hug me.
I side-stepped, almost feeling guilty. Almost. "Fine," I muttered, trying to blink away the tiredness I felt.
I saw Lorenzo's face slightly dropped as I dodged his hug. But they didn't expect me to trust them yet, right? I mean, I've only been here for what, two or three days?
"Are you hungry, Elara?" Santino asked.
I just shook my head.
"Words, Elara," he said.
I fought the urge to groan and roll my eyes.
"No, I'm not hungry," I drawled out a bit, almost like talking to a child. I could see this made Giovanni and Santino slightly pissed by the way their jaws ticked but they didn't comment on it.
I sat at a stool under the island, an empty seat away from Alessandro as they finished their food. "I'm going to head to school," I said. "I'll drive myself."
"Do you want to ride with us?" Alessandro asked, gesturing between himself and Fynn. I just shook my head.
Us three were seniors in high school. I was just a bit young for my grade but could care less. I guess Scarlett and Santino were getting busy.
Bitch- You did not.
I did.
Um, let's not, conscience.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now get your ass to school.
Shut up- wait. I'm having a fight with myself. Maybe I really am going crazy.
"Okay, I'm leaving," I said, turning on my heels and walking to the garage door outside the foyer.
"Have a good day, bambina!" Lorenzo called. I heard a few words like his and I just said a quiet thanks, not even sure if they heard me.
I walked into the garage and noticed something different. Right in the front were my vehicles. My beautiful motorcycle and my black Ferrari F8.
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