Chapter 7

  Giovanni POV:

    I stood there as my sister had a gun to her head. I was scared shitless. I felt so damn helpless, all I wanted to do was trade spots with her. I was starting to sweat when I heard the most harmonic sound, Olives laugh.

    Why was she laughing? I'm not totally sure. Is she crazy? I'm not totally sure.

    "Y-you'r-re g-g-onna sh-shoot me?" she tried to ask as she laughed.

    I was about to pull out my gun when she hooked her leg behind his and knocked him to the ground. Anyone could see that she could fight. She easily took him to the ground and did something all of us had done thousands of times but never expected to see our little princess do. SHE FUCKING KILLED HIM. My little butterfly killed a man. Well a guilty man, but she killed him.

      Romeo POV:

      The man was on the ground bleeding to death when she threatened us. I don't remember much of her but when I did I was the happiest guy alive. She's my little warrior.

      She started to walk away when Damien pulled out a tranquilizer. He stuck it into her neck and he spoke, "I'm sorry neonata."

      And her last words were a blessing to our ears, "Fuck you all."

      Lorenzo/Enzo POV:

      "Fuck you all." she spoke.

      Dad turned to me and my brothers, "She's definitely your sister."

      We all nodded our heads except Damien.

      We were all close as children but Damien and Olive were the closest. No one could ever break their bond. As soon as she was kidnapped he barely spoke, ate, played, and basically just blocked himself off from the world. Don't get me wrong, we all loved each other to pieces but nothing could break those two. And trust me, we've tried.

     "If she is anything like us, we're going to be dead when she wakes up. Let's go fix her shoulder!"Damien spoke.

      Dad grabbed Olive out of Damiens hand and observed her wounds.

Dominic/Dad POV:

As soon as Damien tranquilized Olive he quickly picked her up as if she was made of class. All of my boys looked at her with worried looks. I'm not going to lie she surprised us when she knocked the man twice her size down. She obviously had experience fighting. But where from? Well, that's besides the point right now.

Isadora ran up to Olive to observe her shoulder where she had been shot. "It just grazed her shoulder, she'll be fine."

Everyone immediately sighed in relief as we walked down the street and to our SUV's to be on our way to our private jet. Olive would probably be knocked out for 12-24 hours depending on how much Damien gave her.

We stopped at the airway and entered our private jet. Damien carried Olive to the bed in the back room. The rest of us sat in the main area with the couches. Sean immediately told the flight attendant to grab a bottle of scotch.

By the time the plane was landing in LA, Liv was still knocked out. "I just realized something." Sean said.

We all paused and looked at him, "Wasn't she supposed to have dinner with those teachers?"

I took her phone out of her pocket and on the background was a Julliard logo. I went to the numbers of the teachers whos names I believe were Yvonne and Caldwell or something. I texted Yvonne and said, "Sorry I couldn't make it. Something's come up."

Soon the jet was landed and still. All of the sudden we heard a loud sound. The door to the back room was now on the ground. How the hell is she awake? She had at least another 15-20 hours.

She looked calm when Sean approached her. "Little one, calm down."

She looked at him and continued all around the room. "Where are we?" She said deathly quiet.

"LA" Damien answered using her tone.

OLIVE POV:

LA? I had a fight here in three days. I looked at them then took Sean's scotch. He tried to grab it back but I glared at him. He stopped dead in his tracks terrified. I chuckled a little bit then sat down next to the woman.