The Garcias

Chapter 4

Gianna POV

We finally landed a long stressful flight. I couldn't put on my seatbelt because I've never been on a plane before as well as being stubborn by not letting Giovanni help me and him shouting at Luchiano to help but the big baby just went back to his phone, useless. I may be Verena but I don't do international travel unless it's on a boat because I also have a very big fear of planes but love the ocean so I go on boats. I love the view and I'm not having a panic attack while being squished in between two middle aged men.

Do. not. Judge.

I swear it's not my fault I grew up being told that everything outside will kill me. I found out that wasn't the case because I'd sneak out of my bedroom window if that's what you wanted to call it and just walk around exploring my surroundings, figuring out the do's and don'ts. Yeah sad isn't it Miguel didn't want me to out him on accident about the abuse because I thought it was normal but I'm not open about it and don't like to talk or think about it so let's move on.

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I'm in the car staring out the window daydreaming about how my new life is going to be, by the looks of my brothers already they seem pretty wealthy. I mean a private jet, a freaking limo don't even get me started on their suits, shiny shoes as well as a trillion guards.

I decided to start conversation if macho men won't start one. All they do is check if I'm still behind them every so often.

"So, Luchiano? Gi-"I am cut off with Giovanni's hysterical laughter "Wha-what did you just call him?" he says laughing

"Luchiano? Is that not his name?" I'm genuinely confused why he is laughing even harder that he's clutching his stomach and bright red.

"It's Luciano, honey." Luciano looks up, giving me a slight smile. Oh so he's not so mean. Wait a nickname? OH SHIT I GOT HIS NAME WRONG! Aw, I feel terrible.

Well this is embarrassing!

"I've heard many names for my older brother but that one has to hit the jackpot, lord how did you get Luciano to Luchiano?" Giovanni asks, still slightly laughing.

"I don't know he kind of mumbled it and don't like you haven't messed up someone's name before Mr perfect." I say giving Giovanni a dirty look trying to ignore the feeling of my face going red in embarrassment.

"Aww you think I'm perfect, thanks mi Hermana I think you're perfect too." he says. Oh they speak Spanish this will be good, I'm determined to make it last as long as I can before they know I can speak Spanish. Just you wait till they find out I speak multiple languages including Italian, French, Russian, polish and Portuguese as it is similar to Spanish. I know I probably sound like a proper weirdo but that's how I was raised. Garrett made sure I would be the best of the best so he did everything to make that possible.

"What does mi Hermana mean?" I ask. slightly, sitting up a bit putting on a confused mask.

"Oh you don't know Spanish?" I shake my head "Okay well mi Hermana means my sister, mi Hermano means my brother then mis Hermanos means siblings. So you and our brothers would be Mis Hermanos. I can get one of our brothers to teach you more as we go on?" Luciano butts in. I nod glad that he's speaking now. I hate it when people isolate me. My separation anxiety doesn't help either. It makes me really annoying and clingy to some people who don't like it but I can't help it.

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After about an hour of purposely annoying Giovanni constantly asking him when are we there yet making Luciano put the divider between the front and backseat up, sassy men lord help us they are taking over!