I wake up to the sun blazing through the curtains covering a large window. I crawl out of bed and stumble my way over only to find out it is in fact a large balcony. I pull open the door and am met with the cold New York breeze, yet it is still warmer than Doncaster.

Sighing I walk outside on the stone floor barefoot. I look at the fading stars in the sky and subconsciously grasp the dog tag around my neck, the one that I never remove. I can't help but wonder what my life would be like if he hadn't been killed while away. Would my mother still be abusive? Would I still have a loving family and not have committed those crimes? Would I even know I have brothers?

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear someone cough from behind me trying to get my attention. I turn and see Riccardo stood there, dressed in a grey suit with a black tie, his expression slightly confused at the sight at the dog tag around my neck, but doesn't say anything.

"I came to tell you to be ready by nine. We're taking you shopping." He says in his calm, deadly tone. And odd contrast I know, but that seems to be how he always is.

"Why are we going shopping?!" I groan. Usually when I go to a mall I end up stealing.

"You won't be stealing." I hear him says, authority now lacing his tone, guess I said that outload. "And we're going because you need school supplies and to buy you some stuff in general."

"But I have everything I need." I say confused. Everything I have ever needed I bought with money I earned from street fighting or stole it myself.

"We haven't had the chance to spoil you for the last 14 years, now we get to make up for it." He tells me as he walks out the room.

"SPOIL!" I yell after him. I hate shopping, but people spoiling me I despise. It reminds me of those make-up caked girls at school who would brag about what their dads' bought them. They are the definition of Divas and Bitches.

I just grunt and storm over to the bathroom. I get in the shower and wash my body and shave then leave to get dressed. I decide that if they want to make me suffer, they have to see my dress how I usually would now that I don't need comfy clothes for a plane ride anymore.

I dressed in a tight, black cropped top, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of white airforces. All along with my rings and neckclases

I'm not going to lie, I know I attract a lot of attention. Curves in all the right places, D cup, tight ass, and the clothes I wear shows I have confidence in my body. The last time I wore this top I was constantly getting looked at, so this is sure to annoy my brothers.

I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen, only to find Enzo. He sits eating his slice of toast looking down at his phone while I pick up an apple.

"You know you can have more than that right?" He says not looking up. When my mother started drinking and doing drugs she would beat me into throwing up my food or just generally starve me for a while so I can't eat to much. I eat enough to keep me fit and healthy since I started fighting in underground clubs for money so I could keep myself fed, but breakfast is still slowly building up for me.

"I'm alright thanks." I respond and go into the living room while eating my apple. Five minutes later all of my brothers are stood by the door as it is nine. I go into the hall way and, surprisingly, Ezio is the first one to notice me.

"Go and fucking change now!" He demands. All the others turn to us and they start objecting to my clothes or agree with Ezio. Knew it!

I begin to get board of the yelling, so I do some myself. "All of you shut up! It's my body, my choice. I'll wear what I want because I'm the one who has to wear it. Now lets get this over with." I open the front door and see a large eight seater SUV in the driveway.

They all follow me out and climb into the car, all still hating my outfit choice. Must suck to be them. We drive to a massive mall and pile out of the car. I notice while we were driving there were two other SUVs behind us, they pull up in the car parking spaces beside us and eight men pile out. They are all dressed in black suits, white shirts and black ties.

"They're our body guards." Larzo tells me when he saw my concern.

"Why do we need them?" I question, slightly worried.

"Don't worry Bambina, we have many competitors in the business world. It's a just in case thing." Dante says as he slings an arm over my shoulder. I just nod in response and we all walk inside the mall, the guards following us.

We have been in here for three hours so far, and I have Riccardo, Larzo and Enzo carrying my bags despite how many times I said I could. I swear almost every shop we have been in all my brothers did was pick up clothes and fling them at me, desperate to spoil me. I reckon out of the hundreds of bags of clothes, I picked out an 1/8 of the content. They also spent far too much money on me in the apple store, but whenever I would object Alfonso would send me a silencing glare.

We were just generally walking when Alfonso uncomfortably coughed. We all look at him and follow his upward gaze, Victoria Secret, now time for their torture.

"Do you, um, you know?" Alfonso mumbled out. What happened to the emotionless robot? By now all of my brothers had pink faces and were silently begging me to say no.

"Come on, lets go." I tell them as I walk into the shop. All fourteen men clearly uncomfortable and hating every moment of it, but mainly my brothers.

I walk straight past the plain underwear where they were waiting and straight to the lace. I start picking up different pairs of underwear, getting matching bras and pantie sets, colours varying from black to red to purple to blue to pink to peach. As I select my sizes I make sure I shove them into my brothers hands for them to carry as I continue to, very slowly, stroll through the store. By the time I was done, all my brothers looked ready to cry as they held two sets each. Their entire face and ear tinted pink or red, even Ezio. I just laugh at them and walk to the register. They dump down all the stuff and shake the essence of the underwear off them in disgust.

I laughed the entire way out of the store as the coloured faces slowly came down to their normal tan skin, all of them glaring at me, even Alfonso.

"Okay I think we have everything." I hear Alfonso say.

"Thank fuck for that." I say, in sync with Dante, Enzo, Ezio and Riccardo, while Larzo just laughs.

"No swearing!" Alfonso declares. We hear a stomach grumble and all turn to a pouting Dante. "Fine lets go to the food court." Alfonso says before Dante can even open his mouth. He bolts off in some direction as we all follow him. By the time we get there Dante is already sat at a table looking at the menu

"Alright what do you want?" Larzo asks. Everyone dishes out their orders, he turns to me and I simply ask for a hot dog and a coke. He takes off with the orders and comes back to the table with two trays.

We sit eating our food making general small talk, but I notice that Dante has been unusually quiet, normally he never shuts up. "Dante, you alright?" I ask him. His glare in the distance cuts off at the sound of my voice. He smiles in my direction and continues to eat his burger. I eat my food as well until I see him and Riccardo looking in the same direction, glares of hate sent that way. I look around and don't see anything.

"What the hell are you two glaring at?" Ezio asks as he also notices.

"Those boys are staring at Adriana." Riccardo grits through his teeth. We all turn in that direction, and sure enough, there is a group of three boys, probably around 18, staring at me. One of them winks causing Riccardo, Dante, Enzo, and surprisingly Ezio to stands up. Larzo, Alfonso and I force them back down in their chairs before they beat the boys to death.

I stand up from my seat and they all watch me. As I go to leave I see that Ezio has grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?" He questions

"For a nice chat." I sarcastically respond and yank myself out of his grip. He goes to follow me with the others but my glare sits them back down. I walk over to the boys and their smirks grown with each step I take, their eyes raking up and down my body.

"Can I help you?" I ask once I reach them.

"Yeah you can, come to the bathroom and I tell you how." The one in the middle says, he has a pale face and blue eyes that hungrily watch my body.

That was fucking pathetic. "First of all ew, second no thank you and third, I don't need to be told how to 'help' someone." With that I go to leave but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. My, now murderous, brothers fly out of their seats and begin their journey to us.

"Not so-" Before he can say anything, I punch him in the face and smash his head against the pillar beside us. His friends stand in shock as their mate is bleeding from the nose and side of the head in front of us.

"I'd take him to get checked out if I were you." I say as I walk back to my table, past my gobsmacked brothers and continue to eat my hot dog. The slowly sit down at the table and finish my food, sending me the occasional proud glance every once in a while.