School Bullies, Meet My 109 Big Sisters Chapter 11
I tensed up. “Then does that mean you guys-”
“We’re not afraid.” Elena stood. She had already changed into a sleek black tactical suit, her eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. “But your safety comes first. Starting today, you’ll take a temporary leave from school and study at home. We’re ramping up security.”
I shook my head immediately. “No. There are only two months left until my SAT, so I want to go to school
like normal.”
I swept my gaze across every one of them. “And besides, if it means all of you have to hide and live in fear
because of me, I’d rather-”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Sofia cut me off, her tone firm. “You’ll keep going to school. However, we’re
assigning someone to be your personal bodyguard.”
The next day, when I walked into the classroom, I had two “transfer students” trailing behind me.
My 92nd sister, Matilde Bianco, and my 38th sister, Anna Bianco-both former elite mercenaries-had cropped their hair short and were wearing the same school uniform as me. Disguised as 18-year-old girls,
they blended in perfectly.
During the break, Giovanni’s former lackeys shuffled over and stammered out their apologies.
I nodded lightly in acknowledgement but said nothing more.
What I didn’t know was that in the building directly across from mine, a high-powered telescope was
locked dead onto my classroom.
One night, a week later, I was working through my final set of mock exam papers when a thunderous explosion rocked the entire building.
I lunged toward the window. The villa next door was engulfed in raging flames and thick plumes of black
smoke.
That was where Francesca lived!
The door was then kicked open. Sofia burst in and yanked me away from the window.
“Dante, get to the basement!”
“What about Francesca?”
“She’s injured, but her life isn’t in danger.” Sofia’s gaze was ice-cold. “The other party has made their
move.”
The basement had been transformed into an impenetrable safe room.
On the massive surveillance screen, I watched as dozens of dark figures silently closed in from every
corner of the streets outside.
My sisters were already in position. Elena was calmly directing military reinforcements, while Alessia was pulling up intelligence on the enemy at lightning speed.
Noemi grinned and flexed her wrists. “I haven’t stretched these old bones in years.”
My eyes were locked dead onto one of the surveillance feeds.
Suddenly, I said, “Sofia, I think I can be of help.”
Sofia froze and turned to look at me.
With a trembling finger, I pointed at a man in a tactical mask leading his men in the encirclement.
“I know him. He’s the new P.E. teacher at our school. His name is Diego Moretti.”
I pulled up the school restroom surveillance footage, pausing at the moment I had shoved Giovanni’s lackey aside. As he struggled, his sleeve had slid up just enough to reveal the corner of a tattoo on the
inside of his wrist.
“He’s got a scorpion tattoo on the webbing between his left thumb and forefinger. It’s the same tattoo that Giovanni’s lackey had-the one I saw when his sleeve rode up that day. I thought I was seeing things
back then.”
Alessia immediately began typing furiously on her computer. Seconds later, a clear image of a scorpion
emblem flashed onto the screen.
“This is the insignia of the foreign Scorpio Organization. It seems that they infiltrated Norburg a month
ago!”
Sofia looked at me, her gaze a mix of lingering fear, astonishment, and more than anything, an
indescribable pride.
“Dante, you’re more perceptive than we ever imagined.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, gunfire erupted from the streets outside.
The battle had begun.
But my sisters had long been prepared.
On the surveillance feed, Giulia’s security team formed the first line of defense. They were suited and polished, yet every single one of them wielded a submachine gun.
Elena’s special ops squad flanked from the sides, their movements swift and precise-the very picture of lethal efficiency.
