𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓- 𝕴𝖙𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝕬 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

                                    

                                          
Part 13- It's Not A Question
"Alright pisshead!?" Secondo jokes as Terzo crawls into the kitchen searching for water to clench his thirst, his face as white as a ghost and his hair looking as though he'd been dragged through a bush backwards. 
"Fuck off stronzo." He mutters taking a huge sip from the bottle. 
"What? Is someone hungover?" He grins, clearly amused by the situation. Terzo says nothing. "They don't call me a 'dang ass freak' for no reason fratello. At least you have learnt your place, never challenge me to a drink-off again, you're too innocent and small for those kind of big-boy games." 
"Will you leave me alone, I'm seriously not in the mood today Secondo." Terzo squeaks, holding back his tears, heading for the door. Although the brothers have a lot of rivalry, Secondo was always the one to look after Terzo as a child when he was left at the Ministry when it was his father's time to see him, so he saw him as his own child as much as he did his brother.
"Wait, don't go Terzo. I'm sorry." Terzo turns back, revealing his puffy face, full of despair to his brother. "Woah- have you been crying? Oh Terzo. Come here ." He pulls him into a tight hug and stroked the back of his head, causing Terzo's emotions to pour down his face, sobbing into his brothers embrace. 
"I messed up fratello. I have lost her." He wails, trying to catch his breath. 
"Shh, it's ok, don't worry. You haven't lost her Terzo, we can figure it out, si? You maybe said some things that were not appropriate but it wasn't anything completely horrific." 
"What did I even say? I don't remember anything apart from being taken to bed and somehow making her feel embarrassed." He says wiping his eyes. 
"Eh...you said you wanted to um...rip off her clothes and, quote, fuck her dry until she cries and screams." He awkwardly says whilst scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor.
"Oh for fuck sake." He tips his head backwards with his two hands covering his face, deeply saddened and ashamed of himself. 
"Don't stress ok? It's easier said than done but I'm going to help you make it up to her, si? I never thought you'd be the one out of us all to settle down so quickly, but the way you look at that girl, the way you speak to her, the way you treat her...Terzo it's enough to bring tears to my eyes. I'm proud of you. I'm really, really proud of you. And yes you made a mistake, but we all make mistakes, no? And if you truly love her you'll do everything in your power to redeem yourself, and I'm willing to do everything in my power to help." 
"Thank you, fratello, thank you." He sniffles, grateful for his brother.
Terzo had already seen the photos and the articles from last night:
- Mysterious girl accompanies, or should we say dominates, Emeritus brother 
- Emeritus taken for a walk; who is this girl?
- Cruella and her sinful love interest 
- Has Emeritus the Third finally found love? 
But one photo in particular caught his eye. A picture of Lucie trying to help him whilst he looked extremely drunk. Her face made his heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes filled with terror and confusion. He'd let her down. He has ruined the night that was supposed to be the greatest night of their relationship yet. 
Lucie was scrolling through the same articles, smiling at the photos from the red carpet, but feeling a great deal of sadness that the paparazzi had taken so many photos of them throughout the night without her knowing. What was supposed to be a night of sweet revenge by announcing their undying love for one another, was turned into a mockery of Lucie and her ability to be in a relationship with a man who looked after one another, not a one-way thing.