You had four brothers, Lorenzo- The oldest, Connor and Quinton- The identical twins aka the middle and then Dante who was the second youngest, as Esme, you- were the youngest.

The four brothers were pretty protective of you, as you were the only sister. There was no other women, besides your mother, Alessandra.

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It was 21:52, and there was some friends of your father at their place. They were all drinking, and laughing, yet, keeping it professional.

As you walked down the stairs, and went to the kitchen to get something to snack on- you were quickly stopped by the twins, Connor and Quinton. And oh how mad they looked.

“Who the hell do you think you are—“ Connor immediately snapped, but Quinton stopping Connor as he wanted to ask about this more professionally than shouting at each others whilst your fathers friends were here.

“We literally just found out you… have a boyfriend? Esme, come on… you think Lorenzo will like those news, or especially our father.” Connor asked, keeping his tone down so nobody else would hear their conversation.