I know the house isn't describe like this, it's just for structure image and the surrounding area.

Alfonso's POV:

I had just gotten a call from Larzo saying that he had arrived at the airport. My baby sister was finally coming home. Now, Riccardo, Dante, Enzo and Ezio are sat in my office with me, waiting to hear that our sister is here. All of my brothers were playing on their phones, well except Ezio. When we got the call yesterday asking to take Adriana in, he was very against it. He knows the dangers of the life we live, but I think it's mainly because he's scared to lose her again. I'm flicking through her school and police file. It still baffles me how she has a police file at such a young age, but I'll try and keep an open mind.

School file

Teachers notes: Issues with authority. Back chat is common. Refuse to do what she is told. Sarcastic and sassy to anyone or anything. Can be intelligent when she wishes.

Grades: English-A+ Maths-B- History-A+ French-A+ Geography-B- Art-A+ Technology-B+ Computing-A- PE-A+ RE-d-

Extra curricular: Cross country. Football. Swimming. Kick boxing.

I just chuckle at the grades, we're a religious Italian family, and her Religious Education grade isn't even close to a pass.

I open her, unfortunately heavy, police file and flick through.

Police File:

Ardiana Baresi:

Age 15.

Italian-Lives in Doncaster, England since the age of three.

Current offence count:31

Assaults:15,

Weapons including: pocket knife, switch blade, beer bottle, glass shards, Cricket bat,

Drug offences-four joints of marijuana.

Stealing- Stolen 8 cars, 1 motorbike.

Drinking-6 underaged drinking offences.

Six months in juvenile detention centre.

"What the fuck?" I mutter under my breathe. This girl is a fucking nuts, she stabbed 7 people and nearly battered the rest into a coma.

"Whats wrong?" Riccardo asks me, I look up and see I have every set of eyes focused on me. I'm too shocked to say anything, yet I leave my face void of emotion. I set the file down next to me on top of my desk and lean back in my chair.

"I have my work cut out for me." The all stare at me as if I had lost my mind. I NEVER have trouble controlling people, it's a major part of my job, but this is going to be difficult, I can already tell.

We hear a car engine pull up outside and doors opening.

"They're here!" Yells Dante. When I told him we finally had our sister back, he started acting like he did when she was a baby. He was only four when that women took our one year old sister away from us, he may not remember her but it was very rare he left her side. So he has been very excited to say the least.

We all walk out of my office, Ezio sulking at the fact she is here. Moody bastard doesn't remember he would scream whenever someone who wasn't related touched her.

Adriana's POV:

We had pulled up outside a luxurious mansion. The walls around the perimeter of the estate, yes estate, pure white and solid stone. A large iron bared gate was at the entry next to a four manned guard station. Fancy. The long fountain centred driveway led up to the extravagant building. The walls a brick white and grey, balconies decorated the three higher floors and floor length pained windows, decorated white steel grey curtains cut apart the serene white of walls. The doors to enter a darkening black and silver handles shaped into heads of lions.

Larzo takes the door handle in his giant palm and turns the head, opening the door to reveal five men stood by the stair case on the other side. I follow him inside an my gaze casts around the room. The walls a homey white and grey, the dark oak hardwood floors beneath my feet, a diamond chandelier hanging from the eight foot high ceiling.

"Hello Adriana." A rough, Italian accent breaks the silence of the room. I turn to the speaker and see a tall, slightly bearded, black haired man. He stands over 6f tall and has the same emerald orbs as I.

"Hi, who are you?" I question as the others look a bit shocked at my confidence. Yeah, new people don't bother me. His expression remains cold and daunting however.

"I'm Alfonso, your oldest brother and your legal guardian." He responds. His gaze looks over at the other four in the room and they introduce themselves.

"I'm Riccardo, I'm 25." He stands around the same height as Alfonso and Larzo, yet his eyes are hazel, along with his hair, matching my natural colour.

"I'm Dante, I'm 18, I'm the fun one." The one stood next to Riccardo says. He looks almost the same as Riccardo beside he has the same green eyes as me.

"I'm Enzo" One of the last two says.

"I'm Ezio." The identical next to him states. Unlike his twin, his hazel eyes hold no love or appreciation of me being here. Didn't really have a choice. They both share the height of the rest of their brothers, hair charcoal and gelled like the rest of them.

"We're 17." Enzo states. His feet shuffling and fingers twitching as if he was resisting something. I decide not to say anything as tell the all it's nice to meet them. When I do this their faces almost become as depressing as Ezio's.

"Right well, Dante why don't you show Adriana to her room?" His tone left no space for argument or discussion, a simple yet demanding order.

"Come on then sorellina." He says as he riskily takes my hand guiding me up the lavish oak staircase. I follow him through various corridors until we stop outside a pair of black double doors.

"If you don't like it we can change it for you." He tells me as he opens the doors. In front of me is a spacious room, the walls white and turquoise and white. A white sofa sat in the corner of the room with baby blue cushions on top, a teal blanket at the end. The king size bed in the centre of the room by the windows with the same baby blue bedding. Two doors on the left side of the room, one leading to a marble bathroom with a bath big enough for three people, a shower the same size, a large counter top sink with various draws and a spotless toilet in the corner. The second leads to walk in wardrobe, that happened to be the size of my old bedroom, filled with coat hangers and draws along with a floor length mirror.

"Well?" I actually forgot Dante was here as I was so fascinated with the room.

"I love it, thank you." I tell him. A grin plastered on his face he responds, "I'll leave you to unpack, I'll come and get you when dinner is ready." And he leaves the room. I look around once more to find my luggage but the sofa.

Larzo's POV:

Dante finally came back into the kitchen after showing Adriana her bedroom. That satisfied grin plastered across his face, silently telling us all it went well.

"How is she?" Enzo questions. He always wanted to see Adriana after we told him she was the little baby he could sometimes remember. Being more accepting and welcoming than his twin, Ezio who was still in a bad mood about her returning home. If only he knew how to express his emotions properly. When she was taken by our mother, he never smiled, or laughed, or cried. All he had was anger and hate.

"She said she loves the room. But she's still kinda quiet. Lars did you two talk about anything on her way over here?" He responds. All my brothers look over at me for answers, even Alfonso who has tried to find out everything he can about her.

"Well, she talked about her liking sports and photography, she started talking about drawing or spray paint, something like that. She's really creative from what I can tell."

"What sports?" Riccardo asked. When he was at school he would play every sport known to man. No one shared his amount of enthusiasm, but we were an athletic family, given the fact we all hold atleast 100 pound of pure muscle.

"Football, swimming, cross country, and kick boxing." Alfonso stated before I could answer.

"She's a bit small to play football don't you think?" Ezio asked. At least he finally mentioned his sister in a somewhat positive manor.

"British football, soccer." I clarified for him. The rooms air tensed at the mention of Britain. The amount of times we had been there in the last fourteen years, she was practically under our noses the entire time.

"Al, how come you said she was going to be a handful before they got here?" Dante questioned. Why on earth would Alfonso say that? What did he find out?

"Her police file." His faces emotionless as he responds.

"She has a police file?!" Ezio says, and his reaction seems pretty accurate.

"Yeah, 31 offences in total."

"Holy shit thats more than the twins put together!" Riccardo answers, mouth agape in shock.

"This is gonna be so much fun." I hear Dante excitedly mumble, causing both Alfonso and myself to shoot him a warning glance.