Visions of Gideon- Alfonso Snow

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✨Emilia POV.

This was the first time I'd spent any connecting time with Axel ever since our fight. He'd do a daily clean on my stitches and it was the only opportunity we had to chat. Other than that, he'd lost my respect so I avoided him at all cost.

Mia was supposed to be coming over today. Axel asked that I apologise to her but I refused profusely. On the bright side I could see Lucifer again.

I've missed him more and more everyday that goes by. I just hope that he missed me too. Haven't seen him in months so I think I forgot what he looks like.

Tiana was supposed to arrive too, she and Gert (who have apparently been travelling all around Europe) were coming home to a family dinner. Extended family dinner.

Which in other words means I'm going to be trapped in a room full of dangerous men and women all night.

"Why should I apologise?! It was her who was-

"Shut that foul mouth now," Axel points a finger to me as he cleans my stitches with a cooling liquid that smelt almost like vinegar.

"No, Axel. I won't be quiet when it wasn't me who did anything to her! She should learn to keep her hands off of my brothers especially when they're mine and not hers," I sit up straight and food my arms.

"I don't belong to anyone, sweetheart. You jealous or something?" He smirks at me playfully and pinches my cheeks.

"What?! No!" I shout shying away from him in embarrassment.

"I'm still not apologising. Her hair looked horrible anyways that day. If anything, I made her hair better."

He sighs at me, "darling, you pulled an entire chunk from her scalp. Not cool."

"I don't give a fuck. Still not gonna apologise. She should learn to not fool me around like some pet then hook up with all of my brothers."

"EMILIA!" He shouts in an exasperated voice. You mad because I'm right?

"Don't you 'Emilia' me you were the one willing to fight me just to protect your stupid girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, we just... it's complicated." He sighs at me. "It's adult stuff."

"Oh so you're saying I'm not mature enough when I've been through more shit in my lifetime than any of you? Cool, dude." I laugh dryly. Nothing was funny but my stupidity in believing that my brothers lived me and not my social worker.

I just wanted a normal life. Is that too much to ask for? I want to go home with Felix. I want to cuddle him in bed I want him to tell me everything is going to be okay when really it's not.

I want my Felix back. And I want him now.

"I never said you weren't mature enough. Just stay out of my love life okay?" He raises his voice at me and slams the cupboards shut with an echoing slam.

"I'll stay out of it when you stay out of my social workers pants. I can't have anything without you guys wanting it too! See this is why I want to go back home with Felix! You don't understand me! You're just an old, crippled man!" My fists bunch up until my blood paints them white.

"Yeah well family share shit and if you can't handle it then leave. Not my problem." He swipes everything into the bin into a rush.

"Oh we gonna talk about problems now? That's exactly what I used Mia for. To tell her my problems. Now I can't help but feel like while you two are snogging that she's telling you crap about me because that's the snake she is!" I scoff.

"But nooooooo, you couldn't keep your filthy hands off of her! It's the same thing with Cordelia! Who do I have now huh? Huh?! Tell me Axel! Who do I have now to talk to?" He doesn't respond, he shakes his head in guilt and remorse. "Exactly. No one. So don't try and tell me how I should feel about this."

"We can find you someone else, it's really not a problem, Emilia," he tries to pity me with a cold hand pushed to my shoulder.

"What just so Elijah can have his turn with my care worker?" I roll my eyes and break out into a choked laugh just when I felt eyes swell. Conceal and don't feel. Just like Elsa said.

He doesn't respond for a while. Just keeps looking at me with empathy and pity like I'm some broken glass that can't be fixed.

"If I died tomorrow what would you do?" My question catches him off guard. He doesn't respond; he was blinking slowly and his mouth dropped open in shock.

"What? Pfft you ain't worth my time. I'm off, I didn't forget what you did to me. Come at me bruv, I'm ready for round two any day. At least I know if I died you'd stand there and let it happen." I roll my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the bed and gait to the door.

Did I just threaten my brother with another fight? Yes ma'am I did. Am I gonna win? Heck yes because I'm a bitch. Always was and always will be.

"Hey!" He shouts at me as I slam the door shut hard leaving it wobbling.

It's been two weeks since Cordelia was called out for her devious and duplicitous self and you guessed, she's only shown her face around here twice. Not sure where her and Alessandro stand but I hope they're over. She's just as toxic as he is.

Maybe they've sorted everything out but then a selfish part of me hopes that they haven't because I want Alessandro to be happy with someone else that isn't Cordelia.

I'd be much happier if I was living with Felix but my brothers insisted that I stay here. The saddest part was that they still had a long way to go for their personality development. Maybe they can be good people. They have to at least attempt to be a good person first.

Once I've showered and changed into a not so appropriate attire, I walk downstairs where I'm bombarded with strangers where they stare at me in disgust.

Okay when they said a dinner they should've been more specific in what I should wear. I was wearing a dinosaur onesie that was bright blue and pink which contrasted the luxe sights of suits and glistening dresses which starred brighter than the sun.

Well shit.

The stairs were now blocked with guested that were openly showing off their guns and knives like they were some sacred jewel that were crazy expensive.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. I'll be fine. It's just a stupid dinner anyways. Who needs a dress that you'll only wear once.

"Emilia!" Alessandro shouts at me and shows me a finger to come closer to him, he was standing by the kitchen entrance. Men were glancing at me up and down then whispering to each other with a hand covering their mouths.

Something to say?

"Yeah?" I squeak out. The men laugh at me.

"I'd like to introduce you to some people if you like? This is Tyrone. You've met him before," he lays the back of a man with a dark complexion and coiled hair that looks soft and attractive in him. The name Tyrone just throws me off.

"Yeah... I remember," I glare at him. He was the oddly attractive man that held me at the gun point when I confronted Alessandro about his fraudulent behaviour.

"Hello, Emilia. Nice to meet you in a not so violent circumstances this time," he pulls my hands to his cold ones and shakes them violently.

"Cool," I say monotonously and slip my hands from his and stare the other men. They still, we're both laughing under their breaths and chuckling to each other.

"You have an eyelash," I point up to his cheek and sweep it away from under his eye.

"Thanks, love."

"You are?" I draw out my words waiting for them to answer. They must be like Elijah's age. All attractive too. Olive complexions and deep turned eyes that were hooded and they had the most striking cheekbones too.

Italian. They must be.

"Oh forgive me, Princess, I'm Marci and this is my twin brother Darci," the man points between themselves.

I nod 'okay' and inspect their handsome faces. He kept on bartering his eyelashes around the room with a swivelling glass of honey coloured substance.

"Princess? Umm you don't know me. Don't call me that," I smile at the Marci man.

"Sorry, ma'am you're just the mafia princess so I thought... I'll be quiet," he shakes his head of embarrassment when Alessandro glares at him with a devilish grin.

"Is that Irn-Bru?" I snatch the glass from him and down it as it burns the back of my throat so I'm coughing some of it back up all over their shoes. They didn't mind, they just laughed at me called me crazy.

Alessandro pats my back and rubs it dearly as I was hunched over whacking my chest to relieve the scorching pain that loomed through my oesophagus.

"I like her," Marci nudges an elbow lightly into Darci's with a deep rumble of a chuckle.

"She fits right in with us. Risk takers," Darci comments with a twinge of humour seeping his voice.

"Sweetheart go find your brothers please and stay with them, I don't trust some of the men round here," Alessandro sends me on my way but pulls me back at the speed of light, "next time when we have a dinner dress appropriately please?"

Rubbing my throat, I whisper a small 'okay' and mumble a 'sorry' before scraping my feet against the floor sliding on my socks.

Imagine finding one of your brothers in an ocean of weapons and dangerous men and women when you can't even see properly. I think I need glasses. It's just irritating.

The sophistication of these strangers made me feel like I wasn't even worth a small percentage of them. They were so powerful that it was intimidating.

"Blade!" I shudder at the shrill of my own chants for my brother. Consider him forgiven. Consider the rest of them relatives. Not family.

Blade's the only brother that I have and I'm happy. I love him more than I do myself.

"BLADE!" I shout him once again ignoring the pungent stares that gloomed over my shoulders. I suppress a silent scream when a slim, pale yet boney hand is latched across my mouth capturing my screams. I'm twisted in a quick moment to see Blade and my arms involuntarily wrap themselves around his attired torso.

His arms reminded flying in the air as he hesitated before returning the hug right back at me with a warm and welcoming chuckle.

An all familiar hand with red nails oats Blade's shoulder and I look up lifting my chin from his chest to Aspen. He strokes my damp hair and shakes my body lightly.

"Why you looking for me?" He mumbled into my head.

"I was lonely. And I was told to find someone." I shrug refusing to let go when he tried to pry my arms from him.

"You chose me?"

"Well duh! You're my brother right?" I hit his arm with an ineffective impact.

What does she want now?! Does she want to contribute to snatching away my brothers?! Huh?! Join Mia and Cordelia to the party you Red Devil bîtch.

"Hey, slut," she prods his black blazer with her crimson coloured nails. Hastily, I slap her hand and growl at her viciously like a dog.

"Oh hey, Emilia," she raises her hands to scrunch my hair and I whack her hand again, this time more violently.

I didn't forget about the day I saw her sat in the dining room when I found out about Alessandro. She lied to me. Not only did she lie to be, she ignored me for the longest time when I fell out with my brothers and couldn't even spare a look.

She was in on this with my brothers and i didn't even notice. She works alongside men and women who hurt people. Who steal. Who sell drugs and hire hitmen. It's not right but I have to live with it.

"What you doing here? Oh I forgot you were in this with Alessandro," I squint at her and she smiles at me nervously. Blade stands there with a hand to his face sighing.

"Aspen I'll see you soon. Go," he dismisses her with a small hug just before he bends down below me and grips my upper arms gently with a loose fist.

"What's up with you?" He asks me in a concerned mood. He gives me a small smile and closes his eyes.

"Her."

"Look, darling I know she's not your favourite person right now but can we please have a peaceful night? Please?" He grins at me shoving me a little.

"Fine. Is Luci here yet?" I ask him when he returns to his vast height. He shrugs his shoulders and guide me through the many people whilst standing behind me with hands pressed to my shoulders. Along the way, he gives a few appreciative nods towards the people we pass until we reach the dinner table.

"Are you leaving me here?" I pull on his hands just as he was about to leave me at the table with the men from earlier. He nods at me.

"I'll be back, darling. Save me a seat," he pats the maroon velvet back of of the chair next to mine.

"Where are you going?" I ask just as he stepped a leather foot pit to begin walking.

"To find D," he turns back at me with a quick smile before straightening his black blazer and heading for the exit in a brisk moment.

Hesitantly, I lift my head to face the twins in front of me who were both inspecting me deeply with a smirk.

"Can you not smirk? You look fifty-four years old and is named Paul who is a creep." I mumble to them. They soon switch up their facial expression to a shocked, mouth open face.

"Had experience?" Darci asks before taking the final swig of his drink. Greedily, he snatches his brothers and downs that too then shakes his head that was scrunched with sourness.

"You could say I've had some experiences with many creeps before. I'm... special in that area of department," I brush the random crumbs from my lap.

How did I have crumbs when I didn't even eat? It might be my eye boogers.

Gross.

Ohhh there were bread at many positions of the table. Doesn't explain why it's in my lap though.

"Hey! You're an idiot sandwich!" At the speed of light, I reach over to the tray of bread and snatch two and slap them on either sides of Darci's cheeks.

Gordon Ramsey is calling me for my next audition of Hell's Kitchen.

I break out laughing at my own pathetic joke while Marci suppresses a chuckle while Darci looks ready to kill. A few arrogant men and women around us have us dirty looks and rolled their eyes.

There was this one man who hadn't taken his eyes off of me since I entered the dining room. He was standing around in a small huddle of men who were elegantly sipping their port.

"You want some bread? Fetch ducky," the two pieces of bread that were in my hand were now turn up and being launched and slicing through the room and over to the men.

Even a small piece landed in his drink. He nudged his friends to look over at me. Smirking, their eyes travel all over me in a devilish manner before striding over to me proudly.

"Baby Russo. Pleasure," bread guy holds a hand out for me. I decline.

"Contrary, Mr..." I draw out with a sarcastic enthusiasm seeping through.

"Bill."

"Okay, penis." I smile at him with a childish grin then show my teeth as a sign of innocence. My foul words didn't do much to fool them of my innocent persona.

"Just like the Russos. Not much different from your brothers I see. Just as devious and tempting," the bread guy, Bill, rubs a thorough callous across his stubbled chin. Pfft my legs can grow more hair than that and I'm practically bald on them.

"Tempting how? Do you have a crush on one of my brothers? Ooh tell me the latest goss," I lick my lips and fake being intrigued.

"Ew no. Don't swing that way, kid. I meant sometimes you just want to shoot yourself when you talk to them. You're all wicked," he sniggers lowly under his breath. His other friends had gone away; they were tremendously bored.

"Says the guy that has been looking at a thirteen year old child all night. Little bit weird, bruv. Tell me, am I worth much?" I tilt my head to the side to see Marci and Darci staring between us carefully. Marci still having the slight curl to his sinister lip.

"W-what?"

"You know," I move in closer, "am I worth that much. Gonna sell me on the black market? If you're gonna sell me at least let me get married to Felix first."

I'd love to marry Felix. He's kind, gentle and the best thing a girl could ever ask for. We're best friends. I think best friends should always marry each other instead of their love interests.

"Oh..." he stutters.

"Is that all? You can leave now," Blade returns with Luca and Diego behind him. His arms were pressed tightly against the chair. He pulls it back and wait for him to move out of his seat before taking the seat with a dazzling smile.

Bill still stands around, occasionally exchanging glances with Blade who didn't blink at him once.

"Who's he? He doesn't look very nice," I slither my arm around Blade's and rest my head on his arm cradling it like a baby. Comfortable.

"That's Bill. Used to be a young friend of our dad just before he died," he stares down at me, breaking the undeniable tension between Bill and him.

"Why'd it look like he hates you then if he was a friend of dads?"

"Because everyone expected him to be the next ruler - king if you like - of the mafia but instead Al got it," he continues to stare at me intently. He looked proud almost.

Never realised how much I actually loved Blade. He's the best brother I could ever ask for. And I mean it. I thought Axel was my biggest hero but now he's just another human in my life that I haven't gotten rid of yet.

Soon.

"So why does he look angry at you and not Ally?" His rings were fun to play with. They were a little loose around his middle finger so I could twist them and spin them like a bolt. I even tried to take off his bracelet but my nails were too short from biting them.

His jewellery is exactly my taste and I want it. You think they'd kill me if i tried to steal it? Alessandro would probably have my head in a pedestal if I did that.

"You can't just be angry at one Russo. It just doesn't work like that. I remember, Bill kinda went off on one when Alessandro was announced our new king. Al decided to show him some mercy and let him back in. We're good people," he assures me with a giggle. A deep giggle. Don't want to make him seem like a cheerleader cheering on a guy named Jayden.

Ugh. Those 'J' names. Ugh. Just... ugh. Just stop.

"So is that why he was looking at me in a funny way? Nonce," I laugh under my breath. Blade gives me a pointed look then coughs into his fist.

"Well yes. I guess. He wouldn't hurt you though, I wouldn't worry about that," he pats my head numerous times before returning a conversation with Diego.

Luca just couldn't keep his eyes off of Tyrone. Oh my goodness! Tyrone goes to our school! He's in Blade's year too.

Oh. My. Good-fucking-ness.

Tyrone could keep his eyes off of Luca either. Luca couldn't help but blush when Tyrone smirked when he caught Luca staring at him.

Wait, is Tyrone the guy that Luca sneaks off with at break and lunch? It's taking every ounce of blood in me right now to not squeal in excitement.

A great, wide smile strikes my face showing my teeth at Tyrone whose face soon dropped when he saw me looking. But then slowly a tint of pink glistens in his cheeks when he sees me smiling at him from all away across the room.

"I told Gauge to meet us here so I don't know where he is, you think he's with a girl?" Diego stands up a little to peer over the people that were already sitting at the table. How long does it it take to come sit down?! Hurry up! I want my food.