Hello again!!!!!!!

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It seems as though a lot of people loved the last chapter which I was not expecting, I honestly thought what I wrote would be offence but apparently not.

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On with the chapter...✨

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✨Emilia POV

it was Sunday, noon and I was sat at the table eating lunch with the boys and Valentina. For some reason they all had the day off work, I hope they use the time to educate themselves on what I said last night.

Alvaro and Piero stayed over for the night which I wasn't thrilled about, it made me nervous actually. They could hurt me if they wanted.

No on had spoken to me other than the twins and Valentina which was quite depressing, I was actually very disappointed in Axel, I thought he would support everything I say but clearly not.

I was drowning in boredom with every minute that went by without my phone, I'm not sure if I regret what I said last night.

Let me think for a second...no, I stand by what I say and always will. Sure I should feel bad for brining both of my dead parents into the argument but it was the only way to get my point across.

I just hope that they can realise that I will fight for what's right and I will let no man tell me what to do. Seriously, I thought male dominance ended ages ago?

Their stares burned into me, it was painful just sitting there and letting them look at me like that, with disgust.

"Can you just-" I shut my mouth before I say anything else I regret.

"Is there something you'd like to say to us? Maybe an apology?" Alessandro says.

I ignore him for a few seconds until my attitude got the better of me, I wasn't going act out I just wanted to put him in his place.

"Is there something you want to say to me? Maybe an apology?"

"Why would I need to apologise? I was defending my business." He tells me.

"That's the problem you'll do anything for your business even if it means hurting the people you lo-" I cut myself off on the last word because I didn't want to finish the sentence. He didn't love me which is understandable, I've been in his life for a month.

"You'll do anything for your company even if the hurts your own family." I correct myself.

"Just admit you were wrong, Emilia. However it makes me somewhat happy that you're interested." Alessandro acted proud.

"What part of the discussion last night gave you that impression? I stated multiple times that I wasn't interested. I was just simply fighting for my rights which you should respect." I take a gulp of water because my throat was dry.

"The only thing I can do, Alessandro is educate you on the matter. If you're expecting an apology from me you won't get one. I stand with my argument. If you want me to show you respect and admiration then you need to respect my rights and arguments."

"You don't need to educate me on anything, why're you attacking me for this and not the others?" Alessandro panics as if he's under attack.

"Trust me, I'm not finished but in no way am I attacking you, I'm justifying my actions from last night which by the way you punished me and Luca for." My voice was flat with no emotion. I was tired of fighting with them.

"Just because this is a conversation between me and you doesn't make me any less disappointed in Axel or Elijah. I actually expected more from you Axel. Blade, Elijah? Not so much."

"Look, Emilia I'm sorry and I completely agree with you, I just didn't think it was fair to bring our parents into this." Axel spoke sincerely.

"Yes and I know it was wrong of me to do, but none of you were listening to me when I was just trying to express myself. Bringing the parents into this was the only way I could get you listen to me."

"I still don't think I did anything wrong last night, neither did Alvaro, Piero and Elijah." Alessandro shrugs.

"Of course you don't, but don't expect me to have the same beliefs you do, your all misogynistic men who need to understand that I won't back down in a fight."

"You want the respect, then get down on the floor and earn it like the dogs you are." I spat.

"Can we make Emilia our family lawyer? We have Axel as the family doctor so it just makes sense." Luca spoke happily.

What mad me angrier is that Alessandro, Alvaro and Piero chorused and deep 'no'.

"It was just a suggestion." Luca mumbles and sinks into his seat.

"We should already have it, you need to respect your elders, Emilia." Elijah finally spoke.

"No I don't, it's truly sad you think that," I tried to make myself sound comforting to his stupidity but I just sounded like I was talking to a five year old.

"All we ask for is an apology." Elijah says, screw you, bîtch.

"Yeah well you aren't getting one from me, in the mean time I'm going to go eat somewhere else. Come find me when you want to talk this through, Alessandro. And by that I mean without the these rats around." I move my finger between Alvaro and Piero.

I pick up my plate and walk out the back door to eat outside, it was a little colder than it was yesterday but anything is better than sitting in the same room as them.

Not long after I hear the back door open and close again, coming into my view was Axel.

"I'm not sure if you hate me right now but I really am sorry, I actually agree with everything you said last night but I wasn't okay with bringing our dead parents into this."

"I don't hate you, I'm just disappointed." Letting the other person know that you're disappointed in them is the worst pain they could ever feel.

"I'm disappointed in myself, Emilia. I wasn't trying to stand up for my brothers at all."

"Can I have a hug now? It's been too long," I roll my eyes playfully and hug his torso.

"I missed hanging out with you," I say honestly, I might forgive him but I won't forget.

"Can you come inside now, I don't want you getting sick." He laughs and takes my plate from me.

"Fine, I like it out here though. It's cold."

"You're weird, no one like the cold." Axel says with humour evident in his voice.

"I like the feeling of wrapping myself up in warm clothes."

"Okay..." when he said it like that it made me seem like a weirdo, I was a little crazy but I wasn't a weirdo.

"Why aren't you at work?"

"Everyone has the weekend off, the second representative takes the lead for the weekend."

"Does that mean you can go out and buy me some ice cream?" I really wanted some vanilla ice cream with Oreos on top. It sounds delicious.

"Hehe, sure I'll go buy you some, are you coming with me?"

"Yup," I skip inside the back door and through the kitchen past the rats I shamefully call my brothers and... their friends.

The best thing to do is not let them know that you're pissed at them, show them you're happy and it'll make them angry.

My mission of today was to make them suffer, especially Elijah and Alessandro and I will go to any measures to complete the tasks.

Rushing up to my room, I slip a random pair of shoes on and quickly run back downstairs where Axel was waiting for me by the door.

Ice cream here I come.

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Axel and I were stood at the frozen section of the supermarket deciding on which ice cream to buy, it was difficult when there's too many flavours to choose from.

I don't want to be a plain Jane and get vanilla again, as per usual. I want to switch things up; I hated chocolate and strawberry ice cream so I'm stuck.

"Come on, Emilia, it's ice cream just choose a flavour," he taps his foot impatiently.

"Well you can choose then because I'm not sure which one I should pick."

"Why don't you get pineapple, you like pineapple don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do." I was acting as if I was proud of him for knowing that, I feel like I talk about pineapple a lot but it's too delicious.

"It's settled, pineapple it is." He grabs the tub and walks to the checkouts with me. I was curious to know how he was holding the entire tub in one hand, I mean his hands were big but he had his whole hand wrapped around.

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"Emilia!! Try this please, I cooked it for you!!" Luca runs to the door with an appetising dish of chicken with some kind of creamy sauce. I was surprised how good it looked.

"Are you sure Valentina didn't cook this and you just claimed that you made it?"

"No! I made this myself and I want you to try it, Valentina isn't even in. Promise me you'll eat it," Luca begged me, I couldn't resist his bright blue eyes when they were literally burning into my soul.

"Yeah sure, just let me put this in the freezer first." He nods excitedly and follows me into the kitchen.

Once I've finished putting the ice cream away Luca stands there waiting patiently with a tortilla in his hand and the plate in the other.

What the fuck was he supposed to be, the waitress from Ratatouille?

"Watch her throw up, no one eats his food for a reason." I hear Diego whisper to Blade who was searching through the cupboards.

"People LOVE my food because it's amazing," he glares at the two boys.

"Yeah people love it when it's in the toilet, we have adults for a reason, so they can cook us good food." Diego told him.

This made me nervous, couldn't the boys shut up, I'm not going to lie it looks nice and everything but now I didn't want to eat it. But then again I didn't want to hurt Luca as the same time. He's worth the risk.

"It can't be that bad, I'll eat it, Luca, don't worry."

I take the plates from his hands and walk into the living room where Elijah was sat watching the television with Alessandro and the two rats.

That sounds like a good show: 'Alessandro and the two rats,' just imagine stars around the name.

I ignore them and plop down on the empty, one seat sofa, it was possibly comfier than my bed; it even had one of those pull out things where you could rest your feet. I think it's called a recliner but I always avoided using it because it sounded like an offensive word to old people.

Or I'm just a weird girl that God didn't spend time on, he clearly spent his time making Kim Kardashian but when it comes to me? Ahaha, he spend a second on me the threw me into the baby bin where they're shipped off like an Amazon package.

I just proved myself right, I just compared the baby making process to an Amazon package; I seriously am a freak.

Scoping up everything on the plate, I shove it into the tortilla wrap and take the biggest bite anyone could imagine.

They weren't wrong, this tasted like a rabbit's poop but I didn't want to disappoint Luca.

It was so chewy and bland, the chicken felt rock solid and I couldn't take a bite from it.

After watching the tv to try and distract myself from the horrible taste in my mouth, Luca kept watching me whilst I eat to make sure I eat it all.

"Are you gonna sit there staring at me?" I turn my face to look at Luca who was looking at the plate and me every few seconds.

"I want to make sure you eat it all so I know you like it."

I felt like I was going to puke any moment, there was only like one bite left, I can do this.

I look down at the remaining bite and inspect the chicken, this bîtch fed me raw chicken.

"Luca are you-"

"Eat it, you promised me you'll eat it, I'm going to be sad if you don't eat it." His lip quivered as if he was going to cry.

Was this yeti trying to poison me? I'd eaten raw fûcking chicken and he wanted me to finish it.

"Luca I can't fini-" I felt the bile raising from my stomach and up my throat quickly.

Rapidly, I built up the stamina to run up the stairs and open the closest door which was Elijah's and rush into their bathroom.

Bending over the toilet I empty the disgusting contents into the bowl trying to fight back my tears; my throat was scorching hot, it felt like i'd swallowed a ball of fire.

I hope I'm not the only one who cries when they're sick, it's painful, it's like a constant tummy ache and flaming fire had a baby and came out of the mouth instead of the buttocks.

It wasn't stopping, I tried to stand up but I buckled over the bowl again, more pink chicken and a yellow/orange, cloudy substance darted into the toilet.

It was constant gagging every time my stomach tightened, acid like bile poured from my mouth and I lurched further into the bowl; my head almost touching the undigested food.

The mouth was a channel for the raw, undercooked food. Fresh tears pierced my eyes and rolled down my rosy cheeks at a rapid pace.

"Emilia?" I hear Blade ask with worry.

"Go awa-" I didn't have a chance to finish what I was saying because stomach twisted in a knot and punched through my gut.

"Holy shît," he crouched to my level and rubbed my back, it didn't feel any better, for some reason his kind gesture made me cry even more.

"I told him to not cook," Blade mumbled under his breath.

Blade pulls the spare hair tie from my wrist and pulls my hair back into a low, loose pony that draped down my back.

"You can leave, I'm fine," my mouth felt fuzzy and watery if you know what I mean, when ever I was sick my mouth felt weird and watered like crazy. Almost like it was numb.

"You're not fine."

A pairs of footsteps vibrated the floor as they got closer, out comes Luca.

"Didn't you like the food?" Luca spoke so innocently, I shake my head yes to say I liked it because I didn't want to hurt him. He's very sensitive and I'm sure that he never knew what was wrong with the food. Other than the fact I ate fully raw chicken.

You saw how he reacted to having a piece of bacon being thrown on the floor, imagine how he'd react to this. I seriously think he doesn't know what he's done wrong with the cooking.

"Luca get out, please?" Blade asked but it sounded like a question.

"Is she okay?" Luca ignores Blades, shortly after he is pulled from the room by a pair of mysterious hands.

My stomach bubbled again and out released and enormous amount of vomit, I feel so bad for Blade watching this.

Hands stroke my hair relaxing me a little, it didn't take away the burning sensation in the back of my throat or my stinging eyes.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to go get you some water, okay?"

"Yeah," my throat was dry and sore from my choked cries.

Less than a few minutes later, Blade returns with a glass of icy water and ibuprofen for me to swallow.

"Thanks," I gladly take the glass from his hands and the medicine.

"Are you okay?" He rubs my arms to show comfort, we don't usually act like this because we're usually arguing most of the time.

"No," my voice was gravely and croaky, deeper than it normally is.

"It's not fun being sick is it? It hurts like a bîtch," he lets out a small laugh which made me smile.

"No," I croak and sniffle at the same time, why do I have to preduce so much phlegm?

"Come on," Blade stands up brushing the imaginary dirt off his trousers. He places two hands under my arms and helps me up; he flushed the toilet and helps me out of the bathroom.

Awaiting us was Luca crying to Alessandro, real tears dropped down his cheeks, they weren't fast they were just slow.

"That's it you're not cooking again, do you hear me. You don't need to cry about it, you made a mistake," Alessandro slaps the side of his head lightly.

"Did she at least like my food?" He rubs the tears from his eyes.

"No, Luca, that's the reason you're not allowed to cook."

"But I like cooking, you can't tell me it's bad," Luca whines.

"Cooking isn't for everyone, you can cook, just don't feed it to anyone, it's like rat poison."

"Ugh, you're so mean. Your cooking doesn't even compare to mine." He puts a hand on his hip.

"Exactly, my cooking is elite and as for your cooking? Only rats are dumb enough to eat it." Alessandro laughs at him, so supportive.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my food tastes great," his eyebrows knot into one.

"Explain the sick girl then."

"She ate too much lunch," Luca replies.

"End of discussion, you do not go within five feet of the stove. Stop crying."

Blade takes us away from the discussion with my palm in his large hand; he opens my bedroom door and into the bathroom.

My room was further away from stairs compared to Elijah's room, I just pray that the bathroom doesn't smell bad for him. Actually change that, I hope that the horrible, vomit aroma starts in there for the rest of his life.

He opens the cabinet below the sink and pulls out a half empty bottle of mouth wash and tooth paste.

"What are you an expert or something?" I say, it's like he didn't even have to think about what to do.

"I've been sick a lot in my life, especially when I've had a drink or two...or fifty. But who's counting," Blade shrugs his shoulders and smiles at what he just said.

"Aren't you underage? You're not eighteen yet," I question him. He was Blade, I think this explains everything.

"I'm Blade Russo I don't listen to any law," he puts the cap of the mouth wash in my hand for me to drink.

I actually used to enjoy swallowing some of this sometimes. I know it's bad for you but it's like how I love drinking water after too. It feels cold and refreshing.

"You really do stand by 'rules are there to be broken', drinking can hurt you," I mumble sadly.

"I'm not addicted, I just like to party like any guy my age."

I guess he's right for once.

Pouring the mouth wash into my mouth, I watch as he packs everything away, I don't know why he was being nice to me but I shouldn't ruin it. After swirling the mouth wash around my mouth I spit in the sink and run the water.

My stomach still didn't feel right, it still felt like it was wrapped in a tight knot, almost like it was going to burst any minute. My instructs were right, the same moment I stood back up and pulled the toilet seat up and let it flow.

"Christ, Emilia," I hear Blade huff, not I'm an annoyed way but in a sympathetic way.

I could feel it dripping from my chin as I choked and coughed like a crazy maniac.

"I warned you not to eat it, everything he cooks in either burned or severely undercooked."

"Y-you could've warned me about the possibilities, I'm not sure that eating raw chicken is the best way to go."

"Wait here a second, don't go anywhere," he closes the door behind himself, where on Earth would I go? I'm not going to take a trip to Mars.

Small and low talking could be heard from outside the door, it was Blade and Axel talking.

"She ate a lot of Luca's food," Blade says as he pushes the door open again to reveal my ashen body.

"Be more specific, Blade."

"Chicken, raw chicken and she just won't stop being sick."

Axel bends down from his tall height down to place the palm of his hand on my forehead repeatedly switching between the back his hand and the palm.

"You're not exactly...cold or hot," he pauses, "but you're pale, ashen." He frowns for a second and bites his cheek as if he was thinking.

"I don't think you're going to school tomorrow, you look really sick, I'll ask Valentina to cook you come soup okay?"