Ok so writing this after I wrote the chapter. Try not to hate Damon too much. I'm going to start building it up to her finding out about the Mafia.

"remember Emilia do not show him" Mason warned before they went in.

Dante was sat watching TV when they went in. "Where's matteo" Mason asked as they joined him.

"With dad" Dante shrugged flipping through the TV.

"And where's dad" Mason asked.

Dante shrugged "dad needed his help"

After school, Alesandro had finished work early as he was able to get an appointment with the doctor so he came home and when the boys got home he told Matteo that he needed his help with some daily tasks, he knew Matteo wouldn't want Dante to know he was taking him to the doctors so once in the car, he told Matteo where they were really going.

Alesandro was worried about his son and he certainly wasn't going to wait until it becomes a bigger problem so he had booked a doctor's appointment. If this was an eating disorder like he thought it was, then he needed to get ahead of it.

"And Damon?" mason questioned hopefully my Damon wasn't here yet.

"Still at work I think.

Mason gulped. The petty little gang that Dante described was actually their enemy. The enemys tattoo was currently on Emilia.

If Damon found out he would be more than pissed, especially if they are causing trouble again.

"Fuck" he muttered running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"It's fine, Damon will handle it" Dante shrugged, he had no idea what had happened.

"If he doesn't kill me first" Mason mumbled.

He then turned to Emilia "until it's gone you wear long sleeves" he warned.

"But majority of my clothes don't fit over my cast, only a few hoodies and stuff do and it's too hot to wear them all the time"

"I don't care. You are not to show Damon"

Dante suddenly became very concerned. Masons tone was much more authoritive and eerily like Damon's.

"What happened, why can't she wear shorter stuff" Dante asked.

"It's nothing " Mason trusted Dante but he had a habit of telling Damon things to get others in trouble.

"We did fake tattoos as a prank" Emilia said not seeing the harm in telling him.

Dante laughed"doesn't he need to see them for the prank to work"

"Well that was the plan" Mason sighed.

"I chose this tattoo which Damon won't like but he hates violence around me so it has a gun on. But it's not really a big deal. It's nature at the end of the day. Mason had to work and let me do one myself"

"I thought she would pick a flower or a sunshine, shit like that" Mason said.

He then grabbed her arm and lifted her sleeve up to show Dante the four stick on tattoos.

Dante didn't see a problem with them until his eyes landed on the snake tattoo.

"Oh shit. He's going to kill you"

"It won't wash off yet either " Mason said pulling her sleeve back down.

"Well I won't tell him,

"Emilia that tattoo it's only temporary but it's also a very bad one. Next time you should ask Mason if it's bad like that"

"It was in the pile. I really don't think it's a big deal"

"Enough. Yes it was in the pile because I gave you all the ones I had to choose from and that was my mistake but this isn't something I expected you to choose"

"Find I'm sorry" Emilia said. She didn't understand why but she didn't question him further.

Later that night.

Emilia was reading a book in her room. Damon wasn't back yet and Matteo and Alesandro hadn't gotten back till late so Mason had made dinner for himself, Dante and Emilia.

Emilia didn't see the big deal in the tattoo but she wanted to find out, unfortunately she wasnt allowed her technology so she couldn't do an image search but when she could she would ask. It was obvious it was more than just a bad tattoo. Maybe her friends would know?

She gave it a little while longer before she went downstairs to get a drink. Only when she got downstairs, Damon and Mason were in the kitchen talking in Italian.

She was curious at what they always talked about, they were having her learn but she found it difficult.

Damon had been updating mason on the enemy gang, he talked with so much hate that Mason knew Damon would be pissed.

"It's late Emilia, what are you doing up" Mason asked when he spotted her.

"I wanted a drink. Is that okay?" She said getting nervous thinking it might not be okay.

"Yes of course it's okay, what would you like" Damon said.

"Water please"

Damon made her a glass of water, he handed it her, when she stretched her arm to take it, Damon eyed her arm suspiously "did you have fun with Mason today" he asked.

"Yeah it was good"

"That's good. Show me your arm"

Mason gulped "I didn't bring a needle to her skin even for a second" he said choosing his words carefully.

"Then she can show me her arm and I'll owe you an apology"

Emilia had no choice now but to show him.

He rolled up her sleeve, his jaw clenched when he saw the butterflies and flower but then his eyes connected with the snake and gun, his grip tightened and a dark look appeared on his face.

"Why the hell have you got this on your arm" he snapped.

"You're hurting my wrist" she mumbled.

Damon glared in response, he tightened his grip for a split second before letting go.

"I want an explanation Mason. I warned you not to give her any tattoos" he said.

Mason gulped. He didn't expect him to find out so soon.

"Um we decided to give her a few temporary tattoos as a prank so I gave her the butterflies, the sun, and the flowers but she convinced me to let her do her own when I went back to work. I wasn't watching, I should have been more careful" Mason explained.

"And what fucking possessed you to get such a awful fucking tattoo Emilia" Damon said turning his attention back to her.

"Well I know you don't like all the violent stuff around me so I thought...."

"No Emilia you didn't think. Do you think this made for a good joke? Because it didn't. You were reckless and stupid"

"It's just a temporary tattoo "

"That's not the point. It's a fucking gun"

"Damon she doesn't know, remember " Mason said.

"Don't even try Mason. I am pissed at you too. You should have been supervising her. "

"So you're not mad about the butterflies and shit"

"No. As long as they are stick on" he said, he waited for the relief to cross Masons face before speaking again "what has pissed me off though is youre irresponsible behaviour, letting her pick this and not even checking what she is putting on herself. We will be talking about this later" Damon said in a calm but deadly tone. He was extremely angry, the calmer he was the more angry he truly was.

"And you Emilia were completed irresponsible. A fucking gun of all things. Do you find them amusing" he said. He couldn't tell her it was a gang tattoo so he said 'gun'. He didn't wait for an anwser, instead he pulled his own gun out which was in a holster connected to his waist band. He slammed it down on the counter.

"Why do you have a gun" she whispered not taking her eyes off it.

"Why the fuck did you put that on yourself"

"Damon stop, put it away, you're scaring her" Mason said.

"No. You don't get to speak. You are in just as much trouble.I suggest you go wash that off Emilia"

"We have tried that" Mason mumbled.

"Well she better go try again then hadn't she" he snapped as he picked his gun back up. He picked it up to put it away but Emilia took that as a threat and she ran out of the room.

"What the fuck Damon. A gun seriously" mason said.

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Besides she lived in America"

Damon stormed out after saying that. He needed to calm down. It wasn't just a rival gang tattoo for him. It was so much more and his anger. He hated to admit it but he couldn't spend time around Emilia knowing she had that tattoo on her.

It was a reminder of what happened so many years ago.