Once the limo arrived at our destination. My mouth hung open. It was a ginormous mansion. It was way bigger than my family's back in New York.

He unlocked the door with a key. This was his house.

Giovanni probably had houses everywhere. How rich was he? My father had many houses in countries as well. I never got to go to any of them abroad, though. I only got to see the one I lived in.

My father was always a rich man, he grew up rich and it was the only thing he knew. My mother married into the rich life. She wasn't rich until she married my father.

I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing to her.

We entered the house and everything looked modern and clean. The outside was beige and had a reddish brown coloured roof.

On the inside there was a staircase on either side of the foyer and a balcony. Under the balcony was the living room on the right and a kitchen in the left.

There were large windows with white curtains and a pool inside the house. I've always wanted a pool in a house. It was astonishing.

The boys dropped their suitcases and immediately jumped into the pool. They were in their underwear, but didn't care. They were laughing and having fun. Valeria jumped in next.

Giovanni never went in, instead he went straight into another room, which I assumed was his office.

"Get in, Chanel!" Valeria exclaimed.

She was in her bra and underwear. She didn't care that they saw her like that.

I was about to strip down into my bra and lace underwear when I saw an unfamiliar person. He was sat on the beach chairs by the side of the pool. He was staring at me and I immediately felt self conscious.

I didn't know who that is.

The boys splashed the guy. He got up, he seemed angry and jumped in the pool. He was already in his board shorts.

Who was he?

He splashed the boys back. It looked like he knew them.

Instead of going in, I decided against it. I kept my dress on and sat on the inclining chairs. The sun was shining through the glass window and I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. I felt jet lagged.

When they were finished in the pool they all got out and greeted the unfamiliar guy. He had dark hair like Giovanni's expect it was cut shorter than his and buzzed on the sides.

He had green eyes and a similar scowl to Giovanni's, expect hubs looked friendlier.

"Who's this Piccolo?" He asked the gang, but was staring straight at me. (Little one)

He had a stronger accent than Giovanni, you couldn't really understand what he said.

I looked up at them through my thick eyelashes, I squinted my eyes because of the sun. What did he just call me?

"This is Chanel," Tobias answered. He reached his hands to grab my shoulders and helped me out of the chair, since my ankle was still hurt.

The Italian guy was tan and had toned abs, he was muscular and had a little stubble on his chin. He looked hot.

I didn't stand on my ankle. He stared into my eyes and smirked at me. Was he always this flirtatious?

"Vincenzo," he said his name in a thick accent. I could barely make out his name. "You are a pretty one, aren't you, Piccolo? My brother always picks the best," he smirked.

His brother? Was Giovanni his brother, they looked the most alike?

I shrugged, uncomfortably. I was used to guys flirting with me, I just felt overwhelmed by him.

"What have you done to yourself?" He gasped, once he saw how bad my ankle looked.

"I just twisted it," I told him.

He left the pool room and I continued to lay down on the chair. I relaxed into it.

The gang got towels and dried up. Vincenzo came back with a first aid kit.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," I said. I moved my foot up on the chair a little and winced in pain.

He noticed and grabbed my foot, gently. He straightened it out and opened the kit. "My pleasure, Piccolo."

"What are you calling me?" I asked, curiously. I hoped it wasn't something bad.

I brought my finger to my mouth and chewed on my nail. It was a nervous habit of mine.

"Little one," he answered. He looked down at my foot and touched the swollen part tenderly.

I winced and tried to retract my foot, but he held onto it. "It's just sprained," he told me.

Was he a doctor, or something?

He saw my confused facial expression and explained himself. "My brother used to hurt himself all the time, I became his personal doctor," he chuckled.

Giovanni never mentioned his brother once. I wonder why that was.

I laughed with him. I never pictured Giovanni as one to hurt himself. He always seemed so careful around things.

"How did Giovanni find you?" He asked.

"He kidnapped me," I answered. It sounded like it was nothing, but honestly I never thought much about the kidnapping.

"What?" He asked. He seemed angry.

I said something wrong. I froze and my heart started to beat faster. My eyes widened and I felt overwhelmed.

I tried to back away from him, but he still had his grip on my ankle.

He started to wrap my ankle, angrily with a compression wrap. I winced whenever he would reach my hurt ankle.

"Ow!" I exclaimed. He hit it hard this time. "You're hurting me."

He seemed to slow down. He looked up at me and saw the fear in my face. His face softened and he finished wrapping it gently.

"I'm sorry, Piccolo," he apologized. "I'm angry at my brother for kidnapping you."

I just gave him a slight nod.

Giovanni came into the room and saw us. "What the fuck are you doing?" He growled at his brother.

He treated everyone like that.

"Now, now is that anyway to treat your brother, I was just helping the lady out, considering I'm the only gentlemen in the family, who doesn't kidnap innocent girls," Vincenzo spat.

Were they going to fight?

Giovanni looked mad. "I had to," he seethed out. "It's none of your business."

"Everything that includes you is my business, little brother," he snickered out. "Ever since you took everything away from me."

He looked furious. What happened between them?

"I didn't take anything away from you, father chose me," Giovanni shouted.

Vincenzo attacked Giovanni and they tackled to the pool floor.

I jumped in surprise. "Stop!" I screamed. I couldn't get up to stop the fight. They were going to rip each other apart. They were going to kill each other.

"I told you not to come into my house again," Giovanni yelled.

"I can go wherever I want, it's not your house, it's fathers," Vincenzo fought back. Throwing punches at Giovanni.

I gasped, inhaling a sharp breath.

Giovanni flipped him over and punched his open face. "Father gave it to me!"

"Stop," I yelled. "Stop fighting," I tried to get their attention, but they didn't stop.

They didn't notice or hear me.

"Father didn't give you shit," Vincenzo snarled. He started to curse in Italian. I had no idea what he was saying.

Suddenly they were broke apart by Grae and Derrick. Giovanni's eyes was black and bruised, his lip was cut and bleeding. Vincenzo had a bruised jaw and a cut just above his eyebrow. They both looked horrible.

I gasped at the sight of them. "Oh, my God."

Grae started to help Giovanni, but he pushed him away. "I'm fine," he snarled.

He stomped out fo the pool area. Derrick helped Vincenzo and cleaned his cuts.

Vincenzo sat at the bottom of my long tanning chair. Derrick placed a bandaid on his eyebrow and disinfected it.

"Thank you," he said to Derrick. At least he was thankful.

He seemed a lot caring than his brother. Maybe that's as why their father chose Giovanni instead of Vincenzo.

He was more leader material.

He was more ruthless.

He was more insensitive.

He was more inhuman.

He was more of a killer.