Stupid brother

"Why are we meeting the Russos again?" Leo's stomach growled like a starved wolf, restless for a hunt and craving to devour anything that it can sink its fangs in.

"They called us over for brunch." Enzo turned up the AC. The car got stuffier under the afternoon sun. Leo played Doja cat, then skipped to Drake. He sang along, bobbing his head in a rhythm with the tunes and screwing up the lyrics.

He glanced at the rearview mirror. A black Bently and a Porche followed behind. "And why are we bringing our crackhead cousins along?" Leo raised an annoyed brow.

"Because they are our family." Enzo's eyes were glued to the road the whole time, his face rigid with authority. "And YOU, Leonardo, will make sure they behave. Is that clear?"

"Those clowns can babysit themselves." Leo drawled, yawning like a lazy tomcat.

Enzo shot a deathly glare at his stupid brother. "If you screw up, Leo. I'll have your head impaled on a spike."

Leo released a nervous chuckle. "Roger that." He scoffed.

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