A/N: I am back! I am so so so so so so sorry that it took such a long time! How are you all doing? I hope you guys are well and now, enjoy the story! See u guys later! :D
Raven's POV
Okay, I have to admit that 'Mr. Hale' is not that bad at teaching. I am impressed. For this lesson, 'Mr. Hale' told us to pick a music instrument from the cabinets and start playing it. He also said that he will be recording and scoring our skills. Apparently, everyone in this school could play a music instrument. Since all of them are rich people, it is a must for them to be able to actually play a music instrument. The only music instruments in the cabinet are violins, guitars, madolins, flutes, trombones and basoons.
Of course, I picked violin. I wouldn't want to pick guitar because my profession is in violin, not guitar. I can play guitar well but I have more connection with a violin. Apparently, 'Mr. Hale' will be recording us with his phone. The names started with alphabet. The first student to went up is Abigail Maryssa Mano. Then it goes on and on and on until my name is called by him.
I went to the music instrument cabinet and took out the violin and the bow. I walked towards 'Mr. Hale' and gave him a pointed look.
"Now, Ms. Romano, would you please play a song? Probably a song called Senorita by Camilla Cabello." 'Mr. Hale' said and I just nodded at him.
I got into the right position and make sure that my fingering is right. 'Mr. Hale' finally pressed the recording button and I started playing. When my fingers finally adjusted and feel the same electrifying feeling when I played a violin, I started to close my eyes and let my fingers flow. I'm playing well and then when I finished, students clapped like before. I bowed my head lightly then straightened up to my usual posture.
"That's a excellent performance Ms. Romano. I will give you an A+ for this." 'Mr. Hale' informed me and I nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Hale." I thanked him and put back the violin to the music cabinet.
I went back to my seat and continue as the rest goes on and the last to play is Zoe Erling. She played a guitar and she is amazing. I love the way she play it. She is calm and elegant playing it while some others are a bit too stiff and tense.
--- Time skip to after the Music lesson ended ---
When all of the students are gone, I stayed behind. After all are gone, I stood up from my seat and fumed towards the idiot who I called my manager. When I am in front of him, I jabbed his chest with my index finger and he has a look of fear but he hid it well.
"You- you! How could you be here?!" I angrily whisper-shouted.
He raised his hands up in surrender and took a step back.
"Take it easy, just chillax." He said while walking backwards and hitting the desk again.
"You think I can 'chillax'?! You are my freaking manager and you are here?!" I stomped to his foot making him chant 'ow' all the time and let out a few colorful words.
"Why do you have to be so violent?" I heard Eric asked as he held his stomped foot.
"Ha ha, that's how I am born." I humorlessly reply.
"Just chillax, okay? It's not a big de-"
"Don't say that," I cut him off, "Eric. This could risk the both of our identities."
"I know, I know but... Um..." Eric fumbled with his words making me raise an eyebrow curiously because Eric Bronze doesn't fumble with his words too much.
"What? Spit. It. Out." I dangerously said as I move closer to him with my hands crossed on my chest.
"Okay, okay. Let me tell you the whole story so stay quiet." He said, making me nod shortly.
He gestured for me to take a seat so I did while he stands up and paced while telling his story, "Okay, so remember that I told you secretly that I got a job?"
"Wait, did you get a job as a teacher?" I asked him with pure horror (Eric Bronze? A teacher?! Never thought that that day would come).
"No-no. Stop cutting me. Okay, so I decided to become a person's secret or private bodyguard. You see, the... uh... italianmafiamademeyourprivatebodyguardbuttheyplannedthatyoudidn'tknowaboutitbecausetheydon'twantyoutothinkthattheythinkthatyouarenotcapableofprotectingyourself." Eric said quickly in one breath.
"Excuse me? The Italian Mafia made you my private bodyguard but they planned that I didn't know about it because they don't want me to think that they think that I am not capable of protecting myself?!" I asked angrily and stood up to my feet and stand in front of Eric in less than 2 seconds.
"Don't be mad at me. It wasn't my fault that the Italian Mafia hired me to be your bodyguard."
I let out a tired sigh, pinched the bridge of my nose and close my eyes. I don't need a bodyguard, especially if that bodyguard is my manager who knows what I am capable of.
"They- they didn't know about your identity right?" I hesitantly asked, a bit afraid of the answer.
"No, they don't. They don't even know me in the underworld, so relax." Eric told me, trying to comfort or calm me down from my almost panic state.
"Would you please stop saying the world 'relax' or 'chillax'?"
"Why?"
"Because it isn't helping me to relax or stay calm. The Italian Mafia who is now my adoptive family is not going to be happy if they found out that you are the manager of the new champion in the underworld." I hissed.
Trust me, if my adoptive family know that he is the manager for Death's Queen, they could use him to make me join the mafia or reveal my identity or even both! I can't risk them knowing my secret underworld identity. If they figure it out, I would call it doom's day. Not only will I be pushed from my family but they could harm Eric. I don't want that to happen.
--- Time skip to the Library ---
I walked from shelf to shelf trying to take my mind off Eric and I's talk. It is very hard to ignore it because my and Eric's secret identity is at stake. I couldn't lose my new family if they did figure out who I am. But one day, I will have to show them my identity. I couldn't- I couldn't keep this whole thing a secret because it is like as if they love my other half face and not me- not my real me. One day, when the time is right, I will tell them. I don't know when but if it takes a few months or even years for the right time, then so be it. I need to be underground (another word for staying hidden) and under the radar.
Then, I remember something. I need to send the twins and the orphanage some money. I need to send at $15 000. I will do it later. Now, since I am at school, I have to pick a novel or book for me to read and make a review. Apparently, book review happened once every 2 months. I just ran my hands through book covers until one particular book cover made my hand stop. I picked the book out and the title is (okay, don't laugh) 'Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief'. They have this book at school? I have read it thrice back in the orphanage. This will make it very easy because I still remember the story, so I don't need to reread the novel to complete this book review.
I walked to 'Mr. Hale' and gave him the book. 'Mr. Hale' looked at the book, took it and wrote my name in a paper of lists. In the Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, there is a small number written on the book cover and it is number 19P61. After 'Mr. Hale' finished writing the number in the lists and gave me a sheet of paper for me to write the reviews, I then left.
Dad picked me up but he seemed to be in a hurry. Mafia business huh? Let's see about that business.
"You seem to be in a hurry." I commented as I looked out of the window.
"Yeah, business."
"Mafia business, I suppose."
"Yeah-"
"Can I join in?" I asked by cutting him off.
He almost slammed the brake down but thankfully didn't because this car could flip he did step on the brake like that.
"No. It's not safe." He said with a fatherly tone.
"Who are you even having business with?"
"The German Mafia." He answered before taking a right turn.
"Are you doing your plans or business through zoom?" I asked curiously as I leaned forward.
"Yes."
"Then how is it dangerous?"
"Well, they could know about you and I don't want you to get hurt." Dad said and I somehow not roll my eyes at his protectiveness.
"Chill dad, I will not be seen in the cam. I just want to hear it."
Dad's eyebrows perked up and he just nodded before adding. "Are you sure you want to hear it? He will be talking in German. I doubt you'll understand."
"I'll manage." I say smugly.
Apparently, they still haven't figure out that I can actually speak different languages. What? I want to keep this a secret. It would be fun to see the shock in mom and dad's eyes when I did understand the languages. With that thought, I have a hidden smirk on my face.