MIA
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"I assure you, you won't want to see me mad about this, because I'll beat all of you up, just to prove you my point," I glared at them and they had the decency of flinching, except for him. "And you know I'm crazy enough to do that."
"I pass," Leo groaned, "I don't want you to beat me up."
I winked at him, "But that's the point, you see? I'll only allow myself to beat you. Anyone else who lays a finger on any of you," I stared from Rosa, to Emma, to Misha, "any of you," I made it clear, "is dead. You saw what I did to the guy who killed papa, I won't think twice before I actually kill anyone who tries to mess with you, got it? I don't give two shits if it's unethical, or wrong, or mean, or whatever. You are all mine."
"My famiglia. No one will hurt you, and if they try, I'll murder them without a second baiting an eyelash. Papa taught me 75 ways to kill someone and make it look like an accident," I grinned viciously, "I won't hesitate on acting on it. I may fight you, and act like a bitch, but I refuse to lose any of you. I lost zia, then I lost papa, and I don't need to lose anyone else to know that take over the duty of guarding your back like I guard my own."
"So, hypothetically," Willem grinned mischievously, "if we mess with someone, maybe beat someone up, and they try to get back on us…"
"I'll take care of them," I mirrored his grin. "You just need to give me a simple call. Even if we are in different countries, I'll take a plane to get to you right away, to deal with them. I don't care if it was you who started it not, no one is laying a finger on you. I may not be blood-related to most of you, but famiglia is not solely about blood. And you better swallow your damn pride and give me a call if you need anything, no matter what it is, understood?"
They all stared at me in dismay.
"Understood?" I pressed, glaring at them.
"Understood!" Most of them exclaimed right away.
But Misha didn't, he just stared at in shock. "Are we understood?" I asked him, directly to him, because to him I would do way more than to anyone else, I would fucking die for him if needed. "Grigori Mikhail," I glared at him, "Are we understood?"
He bit his bottom lip, I did my all not to let my naughty eyes stare at it, "Alright, Zoe Maud, I'll let you be our Dame in shinning armor, if you want it so badly."
"Hm," I looked away from him and to Leo. "Last One Standing, Leo!"
"Ay, mia principessa," he exclaimed overjoyed. "Do your best."
I arched my eyebrows challenged, "I always do my best."
"Keep it up then," he chuckled at my annoyance.
Last One Standing is a song by Skylar Grey, Polo G, Mozzy, and Eminem. Skylar is fully a vocalist with a softer feminine voice and she sings first and between all the others' parts and than at last, Polo G is rapper but a more modern one, Mozzy is also a rapper but his voice is deeper, and then there's Eminem who discards any commentary as he's a high grade rapper who characteristically sings in a quicker pace, not that high-pitched neither low-pitched.
So, to sing it perfectly, I had to learn how to adjust my voice to each of their parts, since I'm singing alone, adapting to the pitch and texture of each of their respective voices, the emotions they bring to the song.
When I was done, I looked up behind me and found mama and zio Ricco coming to join us, siting on the other two chairs right at my side. "Your voice is stunning, mia cara. I had totally forgotten that you could sing like this," zio petted my hair as if I was a cat, making me turn strawberry red.
"I didn't see a need to go around singing my lungs out so everyone else would hear me. You may not be able to tell, but I'm not really kin to purposely making so the attention would be drawn to me. I tend to stay away from everyone and hide in my little dark cave, remember?" I mocked myself.
Mama rolled her eyes, but kept a smile on, "I missed your voice."
"We talked on the phone weekly, mama," I scoffed.
She gave me an annoyed look, "Your singing voice. You used to sing a lot with your papa," her words made me tense up softly. "He would call you to come to us, just so you would sing together. Even when we were already divorced, he would always do that for as long as he lived here in Italy. Since he knew I liked to hear you sing, but you only sang when he asked. I was a bit jealous."
I bit my bottom lip, "Mama."
"I was, really. But that's okay," she played with my hair. "Can you sing something for me, mia belle?" I nodded without a second thought. "Do you know the lyrics of Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey? I've been thinking about this song. Can you sing her low pitch?"
A nod, "Of course, I'm a master in Lana songs."
"Do you also like her?" Mama seemed happy with that.
She's Misha's favorite artist of all time, he has an amazing taste. He just sins on his tastes when it comes to falling for Emma. "Mmhm. She's my favorite female singer together with Rihanna. Though my favorite artist of all time is still The Weeknd," only his songs, of course, I'm not a fan of him as a person, but as an artist he's absolutely amazing.