Bold+ Italic = Speaking a different language
Brothers Backstory Part 1
How lucky were those unaware, blissfully ignorant of the intentions of the young couple of men who sat in the local café on main street, as if they were normal, making it seem they were brothers who could only talk about their daily routines, yes, so fucking unaware.
As hard as the waitress tried to get the mobster brothers's attention it was to no avail, so in her last hopes of trying to get into their jeans she leaves her number in the napkin close to Jörg's hand, to which he took when she left.
He chuckles and shows his brother and folds the napkin putting it in his pocket.
"Might need it for later."
"I don't like red heads." Klause leans against the chair and taps a cigarette gently against the table.
Jörg leans forward and tilts his chin up "what's wrong? Are you tired of being here already?"
"No."
"So?"
Klause raises his eyes to look into his brother's glare, a look he was used to since they were children, now being the baby brother of this dangerous man was a privilege for when he wanted something...
Jörg would get it no matter what the price is.
"I want the boy not because I need him but I want to watch that filthy doubled faced dog crumble down underneath me."
"I'll give you the boy then."
Both brothers share a look, eyes screaming volumes of things only they knew and understood, jealousy and vengeance.
12 years ago...
It is a fact, everyone you ask will certainly agree, that a young wealthy man should have a wife, the Schädel family agreed of course! Mrs. Schädel hearing from the neighbors that the town's most expensive land, apart from theirs, was rented by a boy going with the age of eighteen, it was impressive, men who rarely paid attention to social happenings had grown of interest that left an intriguing sensation, while women who gossip was their best chore were going with the idea of offering, so to say, their daughters to this said boy.
In the Schädel family there was ten of family, the eldest being Jörg, five females following behind him, triplets in those five women and at the end you had the twins, Klause and Charlotte. Being the only men Klause stuck to his brother's side, looking up to him and obeying in everything that Jörg ordered.
Came the news to Mr. Schädel that the young ladies were preparing to woo this mysterious new target, his sons were not happy to hear that their mother was expecting that one of her six daughters were to marry. The heat rising to their faces in jealously and anger, how dare their mother treat their sisters like cattle?
"Have you heard, my dear?" Mrs. Schädel had asked that afternoon.
"Heard what?" Father answered not looking away from his book, he had no interest in his wife's silly talk.
"Sonne house has been taken by a wealthy young man, he comes from the south, he is single and his name is Son, he has a large fortune!"
"And?"
"I wish to marry him to one of our daughters." She strolled over to the window, hoping to have her husband's approval and get right into action.
"Who in the world marries at eighteen? You are out of your mind woman."
"My dear, I beg you to pay him a visit!"
Not wanting to have a discussion with his hard headed wife he did as he was told, his sons following secretly behind him.
Mr. Schädel hopped into his vehicle and drove into the famous land of Sonne house, passing by a path of beautiful trees that met at the top forming a tunnel, stopping at the driveway he noticed servants carrying furniture inside the house, windows were being dusted, the lawn was being mowed, boxes and boxes of books were being carried in, all labeled with: libri, Kakaroto.
"He is Italian."
"Bongiorno."
At the greeting he turned to meet with the face of a young man, hair refusing to stay down glowed in a neon blue along with aqua eyes, taking a whiff of him quickly, Mr. Schädel knew this boy was to be nowhere near his daughters, Son was the exact age as his eldest, same height and body mold.
But the difference between them was...
Kakaroto Son, had the experience of a grown man while Jörg was barely leaving his training wheels.