Neliana
Of course, I noticed Alessandro yesterday evening.
I mean, what do you think of us? That we, as big employees and famous persons, don't notice footsteps behind us or at least the camera flash? We were drilled on seeing and hearing everything around us which is a curse and blessing at the same time.
One the one hand, it's very helpful for our business and underground missions. We hear and see everything and everybody at a great distance. Also it's for us an advantage when we are in public because as famous singers and professional athletes many people rejoice excessively. Not that I don't like it, I love our fans and try each time to spend as long with them as possible. But sometimes it gets too much or, something I can not suffer, are paparazzis. If you ask us for photos, everything is fine. But taking photos secretly is just so annoying and disrespectful because we also want sometime just our privacy or not wanting stupid photos from us on social media. We already have them enough. So we notice the 'click' sound of cameras like dogs by opening the treat - box, and can do something against it.
But on the other hand, we can never really relax while walking around. Our ears and eyes are always everywhere without a break. It's as exhausting as my overthinking and analyzing in every situation.
So it's pretty clear we noticed him. But my mood and the situation was just too good for letting an Alessandro ruins it. And it was pretty funny how convinced he was that we didn't noticed him. Lovely Alessandro, we are the best assassin and hacker, and Donna and CEO from the most successful company, what are you thinking? *smirking proudly
Nic and I just woke up but I'm really not in the mood for standing finally up, so I just pretend to sleep. Like everyday. Oops. Nic shakes me lightly, mutters "Valp, wake up." (Puppy) in my ear and places a little kiss on my forehead. How nice he is today. Only 10 seconds later, a suddenly pain comes on my check. So much for being nice today.
"Ouch, you dumbass! You cannot just hit me!"
"Don't say that, you would do the same. I have some bad memorizes from someones waking up tricks like ... SUDDENLY SPILL OVER ME THOUSANDS OF ELECTRIC COCKROACHES!" Yeah oops. I really don't know what he means ...
I lightly chuckle but say serious while raising an eyebrow at him "It were 130."
"Argh! Nevertheless, I had nearly an heart - attack!"
"Keyword 'nearly'. I would never let you die. Who could I annoy otherwise?" - I state and take a bit from my protein bar because why not? They're good. But not good is the fact from the furious walrus in front of me. What is he plan- "Ahhh" and with that I run for my life. Literally run for my life because a fucking monster is behind me. A loud knock stop us both in our movements. I think I was never so happy to hear a knock from one of our brothers. Nic and I look at each other, a question who should open the door.
We ended up playing as long "Rock Paper Scissors" as one won 3 times
"Ahh, have fuuuun!" - I whistle while walking, as provocative as I am, to mine couch which is standing in his room but nevertheless is mine, and throw myself on it. Let the film play. And yes, laying on the couch with a bar in one hand while watching the scene in front of me, just describes me. And no, I'm not lazy, I'm just motivated to do nothing.
Nic opens the door and it revels ... ahh Silvio. Unfortunately. I was, at the moment, in a very good mood for a devil Damian, rigorous Riccardo or absurd Alessandro. But, a single-minded Silvio is okay too.
"First of all, good morning!" Ah, he's an early bird too. Annoying. * dramatical sigh "Second, I want to tell you both that breakfast is at 8:30 o'clock. So you have 30 minutes to get ready. It should be possible." If you haven't an annoying brother. And we can math too, lovely brother.
Silvio look at us at a response. I nod emotionless and Nic adds to it a 'okay'. With that Silvio leaves. Luckily. I hate people who can't make normal goodbyes. It's always so awkward when you stand across from each other and nobody knows what you should do next. Exactly, just leave. At least one thing my brothers are good at.
I'm still eating my bar. Okay maybe it's already my second one but hey nobody can blame me. It's already 8 a.m. so everything is fine.
"Can you stop eating bars?" - Nic narrows his eyebrows and stands with crossed arms in front of me.
"No." - I smirk.
"Argh. Okay, listen: We have 28 minutes to make us ready. Because I know us, they will be a few distractions so we reduce it to 20 minutes. At the end we have 10 minutes for taking a shower and 10 minutes to getting dressed."
"Speaking from it. We should at least report by Frode, otherwise ... we have a problem. A big problem. The business can we get handle, we've good men and women. Nevertheless the French want safe a meeting soon because, UnFoRtUnAtElY, their boss passed away, so we should be ready every time to head off, but also our career with concerts will start soon and ... fuck the competitions too. Oskari will be furious if he sees us without training and adherence to the eating plan. That will be fun to go on competitions and concerts without anybody notices."
Fuck. Fuuuck. Fuuuuuuck.
You must know one thing: maybe we don't fear murderers, psychopaths, disturbed people, ect. but an angry Frode, Lys or Oskari are an other level of intimidated. They are the only ones who can gave us orders - if we do them then is another thing.
Frode is our best and most trusted man. He organizes all our meetings, shows, interviews, but also has a look on social media and all the other stuff belonging to our business. I have really no idea why he's doing this job ... even I wouldn't work for myself but he does now for like more than 2 years.
Oskari is, how I already said, our figure skating trainer and is with Lys our father. We also call them this, I don't know when it started, but they are fine with it. Cares for our healthy, makes fun with us and, of course, also raises us a bit. He was the first one showing us love again after the hell called childhood.
And last but not least: Lys. He is the doctor who take care of us after the 'car accident' and then also after the escape. Now he's best friend with Oskari and has the same position for us as Oskari. But he's stubborn. And not only a bit. What he says is law and there is no way in getting away with it. Even if I don't want to admit it but when he wouldn't be there to raise us and be by us, we would be a whole catastrophe now and swearing the whole time. That's the other thing - if you believe me or not, but when he's around, Nic and I practically unlearn swearing. He's fucking scary.
"Shit. Shiiiiiit." - Nic drives his hands trough his hairs. He knows exactly what I mean. "With our luck, they'll call while breakfast in front of ALL the annoying ants."
"Probably there'll also be an emergency and we must head off by our luck." - I add and sigh.
"ha yeah ... we're such lucky people." There was a few seconds silence filled up both rooms. Because the connecting door is always open and now one time without sarcasm, the rooms belong us both. Like everything else even if I'm the legal owner of all the business. "I hate life."
"Same." - Nic sighs and adds "Never mind. Let's take our last meal to us before going dying."
"Good idea."
And with that we go getting ready. But I cannot do it before standing up while let out a loud sigh.
"You're not a grandma, Li."
"How could you know ... maybe I already am." Nic stops instantly and looks at me furious. "Hey. Hey. Was only a joke." - I calm him down because the only thing which can make a Neliono Nercury De Luca furious is when it's something about me. Wether sickness, trouble or the worst thing: other boys. Except of Finlay, our best friend from Denmark. I think there comes the big brother out a bit. "Not funny."
"Very funny." Ohh he just responds with a side eye.
I go to my bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately there is a mirror in my bathroom. I hate mirrors - or more the view I get because of them. Myself.
A small and thin body stares back at me. Covered from feet to head in bruises, burns and scars. I hate it. I hate myself. My past, my experiences, my whole life. The front is even the harmless place of all. A 'few' scars and bruises cowers it but the back is at least double so bad. The only thing you can see, are bruises from a belt, burns from cigarets or just fight injuries. And it doesn't go on well. On my shoulder forms a big scar from a bullet wound. It was the worst gunshot I ever experience and I experience a lot. It's not so new like the bruises on my hip which comes from a hand to hand fight 4 days ago, but nevertheless it is still open. Likely because it's infected. My injuries get often infected maybe because of my past or just because I don't rest enough according to Lys and Nic. It is easier said than done with you have the most successful company and most powerful mafia to lead.
I turn myself fast away from the horrible sight in it. In disgust of myself.
The water patters cold, ice cold, down my whole body. That's exactly what I need. Coldness. The only thing I can still feel. I could turn the water as hot as possible and it wouldn't have the same effect because I don't feel any pain from hotness.
A few more seconds enjoy I the beauty in cold water until I step out, cower myself in a towel and walk to my closet. Unexpected Nic stands in front of it, likely waiting for me. He smiles warmly at me. "Hey ..." Oh I can say that he knows what I'm think about my life and my body. I put on the best mask I want but it won't be enough for Nic. He can look straight trough it.
I just stand there. Unable to do something. Tied up in my own thoughts. He comes the last steps to me and shoves my hair carefully away from my injured shoulder. "It's open again." I can feel him disappointed. I hate it. All my fault. "I know." I reply quietly. "Hey. Hey. Hey. We'll get it healed. But we definitely must call Lys and have him to look at it."
"Really?" - I look at him with puppy eyes. Man, why must he be immune to them?! "Really. And now we bandage it." I know what he said is now law so I just stand there still and let him take care of it. It doesn't hurt, I don't jump away when he press the creme and bandage on it. In general I don't feel any pain since the Russian meant to let me feel it every day.
Nic sends me a worried face. He knows that I don't feel anything, but nevertheless cannot believe it. Or doesn't want to believe it. He knows about the Russian methods everything and nothing. I told him the main things, the necessary things. But there was so many more, horrible things. Like the everyday pain - immune - cycle. Not only physical but also psychical. I don't want him to know. He would just be more worried and I don't want him to see him this way. Sad. He should be happy. More than anybody else.
"Does it hurt?" - Like always he asks nonetheless. "No." I reply quiet. He sends me again a worried look, likely he knows that the thinks I told, cannot be the only reason why I don't feel pain by this kind of wounds or don't feel heat.
"Okay. Done. We'll call Lys, Oskari and Frode after the breakfast because we've only 8 minutes left. Speaking from it: What should we wear?" - He knows how to let me feel kind of good again. I slowly get my strength back and answer. "I dunno. It must be something practical which is useful for a possible emergency but cannot be too obvious because we live with our brothers now." - I sigh and roll my eyes. Even if they are not here physical, they are annoying as fuck. What a power.
"Mmmhhh let's look ... what about that with that?"
"No, too lazy. How where will you put in your weapons?"
"Rights ... what about that?"
"Yeah ... just dress yourself even more colorful and bright so we'll be seen in the first millisecond. "
"Argh okay ... that?"
"Exactly come down with a suit and they won't ask you about anything ... "
"Man, just shut up. Your turn. I'm done." He says angry, walk to the other seat and let himself plop on it with a loud sigh. Such a drama queen. I stand up from my comfy place on Nic' seat in the walk in closet and walk over to the stands.
Lets look. We need something useful for an possible emergency, appropriate to not turn all the attention from our dearest brothers to us but should also fit at least a bit to our business and above all it should be comfortable. They will talk to us. Unfortunately. And I don't want to sit an eternity in an uncomfortable chair with uncomfortable clothes.
Okay at first black pants because of our work. White would be bad. Nope. Nope. Nope. YES!
"Here. Our pants." I throw it without looking behind myself direct in Nic' face. Pf, what he can, can I for so long.
Okay, the top is easy. I will just take our invisible protective west which looks like a normal long - armed - T-Shirt.
Should I ... eh definitely yep. And with that I just throw both tops again behind me. "Heyyy!" I don't pay any attention to him because why should I? "Arghhhh" He let himself fall back on the seat ... bad that it hasn't a rest so he just land on the ground. "Hahahahaha" Now he has my full attention. I land also on the floor, holding my stomach, but because of my laugher and not my stupidness.
"DANGER! TREE FALLS! hahahaha"
"Haha very funny!"
"It is."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes."
"NO-"
*knock knock
We both look instantly at each other. Eyes widened. "Fuck."
"Breakfast is in 2 minutes. Come down!" - Georgio screams, of course who would else. We raise both an eyebrow. Look at each other. And decide to not answer.
"Never mind. Yes. And now, here the last part of our outfit. Wasn't so difficult, was it?" - I ask smirking while walking out in my closet. "Oh just shut the fuck up, Li!"
"Never!" And with that I was out of his sight. The last part is, by the way, a military green blazer with the caption "I'm not sorry." on the back. You must know, every single caption on our things is either a mood from us or a meaningful and thought-provoking saying. Today it just says what we are: Sorry for absofuckinlutely nothing.
Their outfit - just image it with the other shoes
Neliana' shoes
Neliono' shoes
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