My Five Mafia Brothers

Chapter 2 Meeting the Brothers

Carla pulled her hand back, her eyelashes flickering as she avoided Mathias' gaze.

A chuckle sounded from above her head, and Mathias patted her head affectionately.

"Looks like Carla's a bit shy. I guess I got too ahead of myself."

Carla found it strange. Mathias, in both his words and actions, was too familiar, too intimate.

However, before she could dwell on it, another brother appeared.

Andrew, the eldest brother, was dressed in a black windbreaker, with a simple black T-shirt and black pants underneath. His bronze skin and sharp, hardened features exuded masculinity.

Andrew's gaze was indifferent as if he didn't see her, and he walked straight to Leonel, his demeanor respectful. "Father."

Seeing him, Leonel's eyes revealed satisfaction, and his demeanor softened considerably. "Andrew, you're back. Come meet your sister, Carla. Carla just came back, so you should take good care of her in the future."

"Okay." Andrew was unsmiling, his cold demeanor a stark contrast to Mathias'.

When he saw Carla's face clearly, his pupils trembled slightly, and he immediately lowered his eyes to conceal it. "Hello, I'm your eldest brother, Andrew."

His brief words, like his sharp eyebrows and eyes, were cold and distant.

Carla spoke softly, "Hello, Andrew."

"Carla, you didn't call me by my name just now. Come on and call me Mathias," Mathias said casually, but the jealousy in his eyes was deeply hidden.

Leonel favored Andrew, and Mathias didn't expect this newly arrived lady to favored Andrew too.

'Andrew was cold and aloof, neither as approachable as me nor showing the kindness he should have. Why did he win the favor of Carla in one fell swoop?' Mathias thought.

As Mathias finished speaking, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes fixed on Carla.

Carla was stunned for a few seconds. "Mathias."

"Good girl. Mathias will take you out soon."

Andrew stood to the side, not taking Mathias' little tricks for attention to heart.

Leonel coughed and paused before speaking. "Where are the others?"

Andrew replied, "Someone is causing trouble at Third Brother's place, he'll be back later. Tyrone has some problems with the batch of arms and has flown abroad to deal with it. Kendrick will be here soon."

Leonel frowned, the pressure of a superior suddenly appearing. "Carla coming home is a big deal, put everything else aside, and tell them to come back immediately."

"Yes." Andrew went out to make the call.

Leonel turned his head and gave Carla a loving expression. "Carla, do you like it here? This is your room. Dad has kept it the way it used to be, waiting for you to come home."

Carla looked at the pink wallpaper and furniture, the bed bigger than the one in her old room, and the dolls on the desk that little girls loved. It was clear that Leonel loved his daughter.

It all felt like a dream.

Seeing her silence, Leonel suddenly realized that his daughter had grown up and was no longer the cute little girl who liked pink in his memory.

He hurriedly said, "Sorry, I forgot that you have grown up. It's okay if you don't like it. I will find someone to change it right away. What kind of room do you like?"

Carla watched him coax her cautiously. This was the kind of fatherly love she had never known. Her foster father not only drank and gambled but was also physically abusive. Every time he came back drunk, he would beat her and her foster mother. After her foster mother died, there was no one to protect her.

She suppressed the soreness in her nose and shook her head softly. "No need to change it, it's very good like this, I like it very much."

Mathias watched this touching scene of father and daughter, his eyes flickering with complex emotions as he looked at Carla.

Andrew returned, followed by Kendrick, the youngest son of the Sweeney family.

Kendrick had short blond hair and wore a brightly colored floral shirt. He looked more like a newly debuted pop star than a figure in the underworld.

He still stood lazily in front of Leonel, sizing up Carla. "You look so young. Are you really over eighteen?"

Leonel's daughter had been lost when she was three years old. Fifteen years had passed, and she was now eighteen years old. His words seemed to question Carla's identity.

She clenched the corner of the blanket. She was indeed eighteen years old. Her foster father had spent all their money on drinking and gambling, and her foster mother had to raise her alone. Carla had helped with housework since she was a child, never cried, and ate very little, so she was thinner than her peers.

Mathias said with a smile, "Kendrick, are you questioning your father?"

Kendrick clicked his tongue and glanced at Mathias disdainfully. "I'm not. Don't try to stir up trouble here."

Of the five, Kendrick disliked Mathias the most, finding him hypocritical.

"All of you, shut up. You're disturbing Carla's rest."

As soon as Leonel spoke, both Kendrick and Mathias closed their mouths. Even if they fought amongst themselves in private, they didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Leonel.

He turned to Carla, his eyes kind, his tone gentle. "It's getting late, Carla, get some rest first. I will introduce you to all your brothers tomorrow."