I don't think people liked the last chapter, but anyways I promised a new character introduction.

I Am - Jorja Smith because she's a queen

As promised, a new character:

Edit******* someone had an issue with me using a muslim for a character for religious reason so I'll be charging her character sorry if you're reading this. Also, from here on, any mention of Tiana being a Muslim can you please point it out so I know what to edit. Again I'm sorry about this it's only recently been brought to my attention by a user on Wattpad

There isn't much of Emilia's POV this chapter because some shiii is gonna go down.

On with the chapter...✨

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✨Emilia POV

It's been two days since I last spoke to Blade, what did I have to say? What would I say to him? I wasn't exactly angry with him, but I wanted to know what was so serious that he needed to tell me according to Felix.

I'm glad Felix is okay though, he could've been killed possibly, this is Blade we're talking about, he's not really the friendliest person around is he?

Slowly moving my hand across the canvas, I continue my painting of the London Bridge with the Thames running underneath it. Night was always beautiful to me so I decided to paint a stunning, royal blue sky and luminous Celestial body floating. What a sublime night I envision.

My jeans were soaked and painted with so many different colours that it stained my leg underneath them, I had a terrible habit of wiping wet brush and paint in my trousers. Oops. The paint always made my legs really dry and my skin would crack so after I shower I would make sure to add extra moisturiser cream.

Not to mention that these are pricy jeans too, I should really use my old clothes to do some like this but something about paint encrusted clothes seemed nice. Like I worked hard, resilience I call it so a pair of dirty jeans shouldn't really bother me. I just hate that I have these bad habits just like wiping paint on my jeans.

Hating myself is something I got used to, something we all got used to and it's either our past that gives us the manacles for our mind to stop working the way it used to, the way when we were happy, it stops us thinking straight. Either that or society that shaped us into something we despise. No one is happy with themselves.

But when I envision my self I just see the bleak walls of my old room. The sad reality is that we don't escape our past, we just learn to deal with it...and I'm okay with that. I just managed to live with it, like it's a part of my daily routine now.

But I will have my arts, something I can use to make myself happy on the dimmest of days. Gouache was my favourite paint to use, it was so thick and smooth and even satisfying when you stroke it onto the canvas.

My hands were so shaky and wild, like the nerves in my body couldn't let me focus straight,!I was nervous about finding the right words to say but as a consequence, my painting could potentially be ruined because I couldn't stop thinking.

Rinsing the brushes, I lay them back down on the table and wash my hands only to dirty them again by drying them on my colourful trousers.

Shower, I definitely needed a shower right now because I smell of strong chemicals, I'm not sure if it was even chemicals but you know that horrible smell paints has after it's dried? I smelled of that. They smell very dusty and old.

Sneaking into Axel's room, I search for one of his hoodies to go with my leggings since I hadn't got any left, they were all dirty and mucky because I just can't be bothered to wash any.

Pulling the door open to the shower, I hop in feeling the cold water shiver down my back, it wasn't long before the hotness burst through. I spend most of my time in the shower just thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

We'd be so boring if we couldn't think, sometimes we just need these moments to look back and say 'fūck you' to the world.

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"Are you wearing my clothes?" Two arms pull me up in the air, I choke on air for a second from being pulled back so quickly.

"No-

Axel sniffs the hoodie and rolls his eyes playfully. He then pulls the cuffs up to reveal a stitching of 'Ax.R' sewn to the sleeve. His clothes did smell of his cologne that he always wears, like what Mia said. But this was a clean hoodie so why did it smell of cologne?

"Yeah this isn't mine," he says sarcastically letting me back down.

"Oopsie daisy," I laugh skipping away.

"I WANT THAT BACK!" He shouts when I'm no longer back in sight. He won't be missing his hoodie, he has like fifty of the same ones. But it does feel a little pricy, who knew a piece of fabric could feel so heavily expensive.

"Good evening, Valentina," I greet her with a short hug, she pulls away and proceeds with putting the glasses and cups away. Bless her kind soul, she had to put a stool there so she could reach the shelves, I had to help her with a few glasses since the bottom shelves were getting full and she needs to get to the top.

"Good evening," Cordelia walks in right after me and pats Valentina's head, I see her turn red with anger like she'll burst any moment. Pull through, Valentina, tell her who's boss around here because I can tell you that it's you.

"BARK!" I shout at her freaking Cordelia out, she calls me a freak and I smile proudly. Being called a freak is the biggest compliment compared to being called a rat by Gert. Gert makes her words so strong and powerful almost like a bomb in your face that just exploded.

Anything you say to me I'll take as a compliment, I already know my worth and nothing anyone can say can hurt me...unless it's from Blade and Alessandro because their words hurt more than a stabbing wound and trust me, they hurt like a ducking cracker.

Hehe, cracker, such a funny word to me, I'm a cracker aren't I?

Valentina thanks me for helping her but I jump as the front door alms shut echoing a loud bang in the entrance way, the windows and doors shook at the power of the door.

A grumpy Blade walks in the door with his bag pulling his shoulders down grumpily, he looked uncomfortable and agitated, he said he had an intervention after school so the twins and I had to a ride home from Elijah. He has been pretty silent lately.

"How're you doing?" I ask him trying to make conversation.

"Shush."

"I'm only asking-

"SHUSH! Can't you hear me?" He arms fly in the air as he expresses himself strongly.

"I'm just asking how your day was...that's all," I turn away from him wistfully.

"Yeah it was shît, don't ask again," he reaches up into the medicine cabinet and pulls out some pain relief tablets. What's wrong with him?

"Are you okay?" I touch his shoulder but he jolts his arm back into my stomach hissing and cursing at me, I tumble over clutching my stomach.

"Ow, Emilia!" He squeezes his eyes shut as I close my mine trying to get back up.

"I'm sorry," I scurry to my feet trying to help him but he rejects my offer walking out of the room leaving me in shadows of guilt.

Lonely, as per usual, I stand there rocking back and forth wanting to cry like the baby I am, I hated being a disappointment to him. He's a great man once you get to know him, I just wish he would understand my appreciation for him more. It's been a while since I hugged him, I miss him so much. There would never be a thought that would make me regret my relationship with him.

He's too precious.

I sigh looking at my stomach, it was already a little bruised from the last time Blade plummeted his elbow in my stomach and he's just don't it again.

"Tiana?! Oh it's so great to see you again...how're you doing?" My ears perk up at the new guest, Tiana like the princess? I want to see her!!

My frown fades and is replaced by an iridescent grin as I pull my legs to the door. Standing there is a gorgeous girl with plenty bags of luggage resting behind her.

"Hello!" I gleam at her pushing in front of Alessandro, I show her a toothy grin as I yank her luggage inside the house. She looks a little confused at first but it doesn't take her a while to see my hyperactive state.

Her style was immaculate, I could never pull off green as well as she does with her gorgeous, deep brown eyes.

"Who's this?" She asks Alessandro in a hushed tone.

"I'm Emilia Russo, you can call me Em, or Mila, or Lia, or Russy, or Millie, or-

"Or we can help Tiana settle in first before you blow her head off with your words," Alessandro laughs at me, I bow my head in embarrassment.

"What brings you here?" Alessandro takes her hands from the luggage leaving them in the entrance.

Tiana bites her cheek for a second not saying anything.

"Emilia give us a moment please," the sweetest voice of the woman spoke. I nodded yes taking her cases up the steps and rest them in the middles of the hall as I skip to away to find my other phone since my other one wouldn't turn on still.

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💊Alessandro [my G 😎]

I look at Tiana in worry, she looked like she needed my help desperately and urgently, she never just turns up with all of this luggage and worry on her face.

I always saw her as a sister to me, our families grew up close together, in fact she was Axel's childhood friend, while they were playing with each other whilst they were in baby shoes I was training for the head position that my father passed down to me.

Since the age of twelve I have been working hard for this and not one day have I looked back, this mafia would be nothing without me.

"Is she gone?" Tiana looks around for Emilia but she was in no sight, but I know her, she'll be creeping around somewhere because she's that predictable.

I must teach her how to spy on people discreetly one day, she isn't very good.

I pull her into the empty dining room where she finally speaks to me, I'm so worried and concerned about her.

"Are you okay?"

"No, Alessandro. My family kicked me out, I never really beg anything from you but I must ask if I can stay here for a while before I get back on my feet," she pleads me.

"Yes, yes, Tiana take as much time as you need...what's going on back home?"

"They found out, I'm being serious they said if I didn't leave home they'd get me arrested and you arrested too, I had no choice but to leave until everything calms down," she panics cracking her knuckles.

"Found out? How?"

"They saw the documents you sent me this morning, the big paper work for guns and drugs, they know something's wrong and they linked it to you because your name was signed at the bottom," crap, shît. This isn't good. Her parents are too good to hurt me like this, let alone her daughter. They wouldn't even think about putting her away in jail.

I need to talk to them.

"Are you fine though? You look shaken up...did they find anything else? They didn't see anyone else's name did they? Gauge, Derek, heck my entire family and friends could be at risk," my voice speeds up with my irritated and panicked body.

"No, no they only saw our names because you wrote the documents addressed to me and you signed it at the bottom, no one else. As for me? I feel like I just took a gun to the stomach," she rubs her stomach slowly as though she was just shot.

"I'll ask Valentina to make you some tea, I'm so sorry this has happened," he comfort her by placing two hands on her shoulders.

"Yeah...all for the 'company' right?" She tried to be enthusiastic but I can see she's hurt.

"Please, Tiana, stay as long as you feel you need to, make yourself at home and go get some rest, you look shattered," she gives me giving her blessings and affection and thank yous, I tell her no worries and send her on her way.

She's too good to be caught up in all of this, but she made that choice two years ago, she handles the money for the crew captains that give us our stock. We need drugs to make money and we need weapons to kill people when they don't pay us. Daily we make so much I don't even know how to count, that money comes alongside the money that we make at the business firm and many branches all over Europe.

Millions, maybe billions of pounds made... just make sure to add a few laws broken at the same time. No big deal.

"Thank you so much, I don't what I'd do without you," she enters the room again and hugs me while her baggage lies at the door.

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😈 B L A D E P O V [sexy:)]

2 hours earlier...

Because of all the time I had missed from not going to school because of Em, I had to stay behind and do an intervention with my history teacher so I could catch up a little by little.

It didn't bother me, Josh was always in these interventions because he always skipped class and smoked round the back near the pitches. Typical Josh, he gets the best weed though. Always strong as hell, it's enough to get me drifted and boggled so I'll take it.

Imagine what Axel would do to me if he knew the things I did...he was always the perfect one in the family, clear future, a great intellectual, friendly too. No wonder Mila loves him so much.

She forgets I love her too. Maybe it's just because I'm shît at showing it.

"Blade, stay with me, this is your future not mine," future? Meh, my life is already set out, I'll most likely work for Alessandro as a carrier. Drugs always fascinated me, you could say I've tried a few...a few too many people might say.

"Sorry miss," I apologise and finish my work and finish reading the paragraph in the textbook and close my book and hand it back to the teacher. History was one of those subjects where you could have a laugh with the teachers, or one of those lessons where you have no friends.

"No problem, Mr . Russo. I expect you to be more on task though," Miss Garner warns me, I pick up my bag besides Josh's and make my way to the exit and wait for Josh to pack up too.

"Dude hurry the fûck up!" I shout at him from the corridor, the teacher looks at me like she wants to kill me. Don't act like it's the first time you've ever heard cussing before.

She wouldn't do anything, she's a new teacher, pretty hot too. Beautiful actually, I don't want Emilia going on a rampage about saying 'hot isn't a compliment' type of crap.

"Jackáss," he shoves me into the wall playfully, as we walk to the exit of the school, Josh tells me about his last night's fun with someone who he won't name, then he goes onto tell me how Kelsey smoked all of his weed so now he has to buy some more...well okay then. That's news to my ears.

Don't tell me anything you you don't want to say who it is!

"Josh! What took you so long?!" Kelsey stands there shivering with a coat pulled tightly into her body.

"I had intervention, don't blame me," he scolds her walking to my car with me, Kelsey's teeth chatter as she scrubs her arms thoroughly trying to create some warmth. Serves her right.

"Gimme," she points to the blanket in the passenger front seat, it was Emilia's blanket that she brought everywhere with her on car journeys. She must've left it in here the last time.

"No."

"Blade give me the fûcking blanket now," she leans over me trying to grab it but I shove her back, not too hard where she falls. That's Mila's, she's not touching it.

"No."

"Blade...it's just a blanket," Josh tries to tell me but I ignore him and roll my eyes.

"Did you f**k someone on that blanket?" She asks with an acrimonious tone.

"What? No!"

"Then give me it," she shoves me to the side pulling it from the passenger side but I think I tugged on her a little hard, she falls on the soggy ground groaning about her clothes being wet.

"That's Emilia's, she hates you and so do I, the only reason why I haven't killed you yet for all the shît you've done is because I'm friends with your brothers, you aren't having it," I laugh in her face as it turns sour and red.

Once she's back steady on her feet she lifts her knee into my groin, pushing my hand down my pants, I cup my ding-alings and punch the ground with the other until they bled.

"BÎTCH!"

"Don't make a mockery of me Blade Russo," she pushes the heel of her brogues into my right shoulder twice until she's satisfied with her damage.

My clothes were becoming more wet as the more time I spent curled on the floor.

"My fûcking dîck is dead! If I have to get surgery for this I'm gonna slaughter you to death!!" I bite my lip to reduce the agonising pain, I won't be able to have kids possibly!!

"My kids!!!" I proceeded to plummet my hand into the concrete floor causing more skin to tear and blood to shed.

"I'm not in the right mood to deal with a Russo, I've spent time with one too many and that includes your bratty sister," she flips me off wrapping the blanket around herself while I'm still on the floor clutching my balls.

------ present day Blade 😈

My mood had darkened by one hundred percent, that bîtch fûcking hurt me half to death, she's so looks I don't throttle her and pull her organs outside her body.

Don't you ever just want to choke someone? One day I will hurt her, dangerously too, she messes with my family and now my kids so I will ensure I turn her body inside out until she can no longer breathe.

Stupid, dumb urchin.

"How're you doing?" The small girl with a cheerful grin asks me, the one thing that actually mattered most to be right now, but even she couldn't make me feel better right now, I wanted to kill.

"Shush," is all that manages to escape my mouth, it's better than me saying a few things I could get into trouble for.

"I'm only asking-

I cut her words off short once the string to my temper broke loose, god I hate myself so much for this.

"SHUSH! Can't you hear me?"