"CHIARA, CAN I COME IN?" KHLOE KNOCKED.
As if I had the option to shoo her away after they left me here alone for three weeks, bringing me my meals on time. Chiara held the urge to roll her eyes. "The house is yours, Khloe, do whatever you want. If you want to come in, come in. If you don't, don't." They must already be regretting that they were appointed as my guardians. I would, if I were them.
Khloe opened the door widely in a swing, excited to see if her cousin was okay in there, and to socialize. She was using knee-high heel brown boots, with a dark green dress on, and her hair in a fancy style. In contrast, Chiara was just in a black hoodie with a black short, and knee-high black sock, plus, her hair was a wild mess of dark curls. "Are you a Heatless by The Weeknd or Kanye West?"
Che due coglioni? "Kanye West!" Is she a tiktoker too?
"Ah," she pouted, "how can you like him? Kanye is a bastard, you know that, right? The Weeknd is so much better, cousin."
Chiara glared at her as if she had gained a 2nd head, "Where did you get the idea that I'm a fan of a singer just because I like one song of them, coglione? Yes, I am aware of how people see Kanye in a bad light and all of that, but it's not my fault if that song is good."
Has she been sleeping? She has big eye bags under her eyes. Khloe chewed her bottom lip, "So, you are not a fan of Kanye West, but you are a Heartless by Kanye West?"
"That's what I just said, isn't it?" Is she stupid?
"Do you like The Weeknd, then?"
Chiara inhaled deeply, "Yes. He's my favorite singer. But I still prefer Heartless by Kanye West. Why the sudden question? It's random. Are you a tiktoker as well?" I did pass my eye over one of her videos there, but I thought it wasn't a frequent thing, when I was stalking her family.
"You can say that" Khloe winked and came inside, closing the door behind her, and looked around. Jesus, how is it that there's nothing out of place? Not even a shirt or towel. "Do you have OCD, Chiara?" When she met her cousin's eyes again, she was glaring.
"Dio santo, what gave that up?" Chiara mocked. "Are people here in the UK only good at keeping things clean if they have OCD?"
She sucked on her cheeks, "Am I being weird?"
"Sí!" Chiara exclaimed bluntly. "But you didn't come here just for that, did you, Khloe? Spill it out."
"Can you make a TikTok with me? That's why I asked you the question. I even made a small choreography for it, and I can teach you, I'm good at dancing, comes with the acting package. All my friends did it together, and I wanted to do with you," she asked with her big puppy eyes and pouting. No one resists my charms.
However, Chiara wasn't no one, and she glared at her with her bored siren light green eyes that looked like emeralds under the rays of sunlight invading the room from the window, "Non mi va."
Khloe gulped, "Is that an Italian way of saying yes?"
Her cousin scoffed, "It means I don't feel like it, Khloe. You should learn Italian; it could be a good asset for your… acting. Who knows? Maybe you can get an action role of a Mafia spy that is undercover on the UK, and you will need Italian for that. Americans and Englishman love making movies and series about the Italian Mafia."
"You can teach me," she grinned.
Chiara glared at her again, frowning, "Non mi va. Anything else, mia cara?"
"That last one doesn't sound like an offense."
"It isn't, it's a compliment," she rolled her shoulders. "So?"
"What does it mean?" I'll brag about it to Kevin! Hah, that idiot. She cursed him and complimented me.
Patience, Chiara. Patience. "You can say that it means my beautiful, my gorgeous, my dear. That are many English words for it. But with all due respect, Khloe, I'm not in the mood for teaching, and neither do I have the patience necessary for that merda. So, if you want anything else, just tell me already."
She thinks I'm beautiful. Oh my God, I thought I looked weird in her eyes. "You're the gorgeous one. But could you reconsider doing the TikTok with me? Please, cousin. I really want to do it with you. Maybe you will enjoy it. Did you have social media under your real name?"
"No, Khloe. I lived in a cave," Chiara mocked. "Sí, I did. However, I never posted anything. My twins were the ones who loved social media, I have more things to do, and given the area I worked on, it wasn't very good to have social media. That's also why none of my siblings ever posted with me despite wanting to, since it could be dangerous. They were lucky we were necessarily identical, since both were blonde like dad. My accounts were all closed and with a nickname that has nothing to do with my own. People followed me probably thinking I was my twins' photographer, since I always took their pictures for them, and they marked me on it."
Wait, what? "Your sister was also blonde? Then how did her ex-boyfriend mistake her for you?"
"She dyed her hair a year ago in the same color as mine, and she enjoyed sunlight, so she wasn't as white as she normally is, she looked way more like me. If you saw it from afar, you could mistake us both. That's what he did. He didn't confront her… I mean, me, when he found me with a boy on the mall. If he had done that, he would know it wasn't Clementine but me," she clenched her teeth.
"And your brother?"
"Cosimo was also blonde; however, his skin was more tanned than Clementine, but not as much as mine, and he had papa's eyes."
I wish I had met them. "So, he was more like… us. And did your sister have green eyes like you and your mom too?"
"She did. Clementine had papa's skin tone and hair, mama's hair texture and eyes. Cosimo was the only one with wavy hair. You can take it as me looking like mama, him looking like papa, and my sister looking like a mix of both," she picked her phone up and opened a folder on the gallery, then showed it to Khloe.
Beauty overload, oh my God. Chiara looked so healthy and happy here. She must have lost a lot of weight because she doesn't have all this muscles anymore, and she looks sicker now, if compared to her before. She beamed in another light. "Oh my God, they were gorgeous, cousin. Your brother was bloody tall. How tall were them?"
"Clementine was 1.69m. Cosimo was 1.93m."
"Oh, they were both taller than you, and your brother was also taller than Uncle Rufus. You said you are 1.67m, right?" She asked as she kept looking around her room.
She's very curious. Way too much. "Yes. I'm mama's height. How tall are you? 1.75m? Between that and 1.79m? You look tall to me. Taller than me, that's for sure. Plus, the fact that you seem to use high heels all the time."
Chiara will look good next to him, since he's 1.98m according to what I gathered about him. 31cm taller, is quite the beautiful height difference, isn't it? Very novel-like. I don't like guys that much taller than me, though. My boyfriend is the perfect one for me. "I'm 1.77m, yes, I'm very tall. Mom is 1.75m, dad's 1.89m, and Kevin is 1.90m."
"I figured," I already knew that, though. "All very tall."
Khloe stopped as her eyes paused on the black thick suitcase standing at the side of the enormous TV, her curiosity picked. "What is that?" She pointed at it.
This raggaza really can't keep her curiosity to herself, can she? Chiara gave her a crooked grin and got up from her bed, then she took the big suitcase and put over the table in front of Khloe, "This are the babies I managed to bring with me on the cargo of the plane, since the baggage that goes there isn't checked on the x-ray."
She's not talking about what I think she is, right? "Guns?"
Chiara nodded enthusiastically. "Not just guns, raggaza. My favorites. FNX-45 Tactical, Remington R1 Tactical, Beretta M9A3, HK45 Compact Tactical, Springfield Armory XDM Threaded, and Shadow Systems MR920. A silencer for each, because I only used them when they are silenced. And" she picked up one of the boxes in it, "ten boxes of bullets. Two for each."
Her cousin began sweating cold, since she had never seen a real gun so closely like that, neither someone so excited about them. Especially when that someone was her Mafia cousin. "Black guns. Five of them. Different sizes and styles. They look very… scary."
Dio santo, has she never seen a gun? Don't they usually have some on acting scenarios? Even if they aren't as real as these, they are still guns. "Scary? You really have seen nothing if you think these are scary, Khloe."
"I have a question."
More? "What is it?"
"You sniffed the drink dad gave you that day. Why?"