You were the youngest out of the four siblings, and still went to school and acted like a brat (occasionally). You knew how odd your family was, especially your other three older brothers, and their involvement with... What was it again? The mafia? You didn't bother remembering. So, it was only natural that they have bodyguards; you did as well, and you just made them your friend automatically.

You had just gotten back from your excruciating school day (you were a little dramatic) and came back complaining about the heat even though it was literally autumn. You were just about to enter the rest of your huge home before you saw one of your brothers, Kinn, with a guy you'd never seen before.

Maybe it was another one of his crazy boyfriends, but strangely, it wasn't. You could admit, the weirdo next to your brother really was pretty though.

"Michelle, this is my new bodyguard, Porsche," He turned to 'Porsche'. "Porsche, that is my youngest sister. Treat her the way you do me." Your brother said, and you could hear the slightest tint of sternness in there; he was scary, sometimes.