Arabella Cattaneo POV

When I was 3 years old, I was sent to hell.

No I didn't die. But I wished I had.

The boarding school I was sent to wasn't an ordinary boarding school. They took the kids and 'taught' them to listen and obey. Sure they taught us how to fight, kill and more but that doesn't mean all of us enjoyed it.

I sure as hell did but Jordan didn't. He was more of the outgoing, fun person. He didn't enjoy hurting others. He loathed it. Still does.

When we were 13 the training got more intense, more than it already was. Jordan went into a depression state and I hated that. I needed to get him out. So, that's what I did. It took weeks planning the escape but it worked.

I had to make sure we didn't get caught or we were dead. I also had to change our names from Arabella Ricci and Jordan Ait to Arabella Cattaneo and Jordan Hassan.

We don't know our real sur-names.

We went from Italy to England and then ended up in the USA. We both have slight accents which are a mix of a British accent, Italian accent and American accent. More on the American side.

We were currently flying to New York to do our sophomore year of high school even though I already finished high school, Jordan wants to go and make friends. We had enough money to go to the upper east side and land a nice penthouse with the money I earned from the underground and from my fashion line.

"Belly, hurry the fuck up!" My best friend, Jordan exclaimed as he pointed to a hot Asian in his late teens. I rolled my eyes at his behavior and picked up my bag from the corvette and walked inside with a glare. I grabbed the keys for the new penthouse and rushed into the glass elevator where Danny was sitting on the floor.

He jumped up as he saw me and started screaming in my ear as I chuckled. "I really shouldn't have ordered you 4 McFlurry's."

"Hey! I needed my daily dose of sugar. Plus, if I didn't have it I would have fucking died on the way here."

"It's not that long of a ride from California to New York. We've survived worse things."

"I still don't get how a fucking 18 year old drove for almost 44 hours straight." He looked at me, taking in my 5'11 figure, checking to see if I'm an alien.

"Come on, this is our floor." I rolled my eyes, a smile on my face, rolling the bags into the 47th floor.

To say the penthouse was big, was an understatement. There was already furniture since I called the interior designer early and told them to do it fast. The grey marble floors were practically our mirrors, there were dark grey sofas laying on top of black furry rugs, a big matte black coffee table in the middle. On top of that was a beautiful silver chandelier which wasn't too big. Across from the sofas was a tv and fire place. Behind the tv and fireplace it was all clear and there was a glass door leading to a balcony.

The view was fucking amazing. We could see people, buildings, houses, even cars zooming past the streets. The kitchen was also a black and grey modern theme with a beautiful granite countertop that made me almost cry.

Both mine and Jordan's jaws dropped to the ground.

"Oh."

"My."

"Fucking."

"God!

We completed, walking to the kitchen, trying not to stain the floor with our shoes. We looked at each other and loudly squealed in delight.

"Shit! We don't have food!" Jordan's face contorted into one of horror as I giggled.

"No shit. We just moved in." I reasoned.

"Let's get something to eat!" He took out his phone, googling 'Pizza places near me' as he called one and ordered 3 pies.

I rolled my eyes as he did that, taking our bags upstairs. I took first room, Jordan's was the second and the last 7 were just there.

"The pizza comes in 30 minutes! Let's watch 'Mean Girls' and then 'The Heathers'. We can go shopping tomorrow, it's already like past midnight." He glanced at the clock, seeing the time was 1:11.

"Okay. In the morning we need to go shopping and then we can come back home and then go to the grocery store down a few streets. Our vehicles will be delivered at 1pm." I smirked, jumping onto the soft as fuck couch.

"I could live here forever." I moaned, spreading my arms like I was making a snow angel.

"Right!! This is literally like my bed." Danny screamed as he turned on the movies.