Valentina Point of View
“Yes, yes, my sweet peach, remember him? This is your sheep in lion’s clothing uncle; Uncle Leo.” I told my almost year and half son showing his devil uncle.
Although the flight to New York was long and tiring, the joy seeing my brother, thankfully in one piece, is a delight. Leonardo Bianchi is many things, mostly bad, but he is a great brother nonetheless.
Even he had to struggle to look after me after our parents’ death, he never complained about it nor did he ever mistreat me come what may. Leo is only five years older to me but I always admired him for being a good brother.
He is a devil, a good for nothing scum, an arrogant prick, a Bianchi’s trash bin; still, he is my only and lovely brother.
He was always there for my through thick and thin and for that, I can gladly keep up with his nonsense.
“You are manipulating my image in my nephew’s eyes. How can you do that, sister dear?” Leo whined, thankfully not to me but to my son.