Georgio POV (The Dad if you forgot (: )

After a long day of torturing people at the Warehouse, I made my way home to my family. Honestly ever since my precious Alexandra has returned I had been smiling and meeting the members at the Warehouse more often and acting like more or a father to my kids.

I'll never forgive myself for how they had to grow up. I failed them. Especially Alfonso, he's been taking after me, too busy cooped up working for the Mafia, that he never actually got to fully experience being a kid.

With Alexandra gone he became cold and distant and instead of helping him cope, I wallowed in my own self pity for losing my wife and my child.

Just thinking about that bitch makes my blood boil.

I know she's alive, and when I get my hands on her she's gonna wish she wasn't.

I may have stupidly fallen in love with her before but not anymore.

I crave her blood on my hands more than anything.

She will die by my hand.

That's a promise

I got out of my car and nodded my head at the guards who stood up straighter. I walked inside and went to Alfonso's office. He's normally there during the night. I wanted to check up on him and tell him to get some sleep. I might even give the poor boy a day off.

When I walked inside I was surprised to see he wasn't there.

That's odd.

What the?! Who are-

Me! Well glad you asked I'm your conscience.

My what? When did you get here?

I already told you I'm your conscience. Do you even listen old man. I've always been here, just never talked to you like this before.

Umm well first off I'm not old and second, I already know I'm not gonna like you one bit.

Well the feelings mutual.

I think I'm going crazy.

Alfonso might already be in his room asleep. I'll check on him just in case.

I went upstairs. I always checked my children's room before they went to sleep. It became sort of a habit and was the only way I could sleep at night. Knowing that my children were safe and no one else would be taken from me.

Opening his room door, I walked inside to be met with an empty bed and no Alfonso. That's when I started to panic.

Please God no! I couldn't lose another child.

I ran out and checked to see if my other kids where in their beds. Matteo was no where to be seen. Same with the twins.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably by the time I had gotten to Alexandra's room door.

Please let my baby be safe and sound sleeping in her bed.

I took in a deep breath and opened the door. My worries came true. She wasn't in her bed.

Thats when I started to really panic. Where were my babies? I have to find them. I need my babies.

I ran through the whole house going up and down the stairs. Hoping and praying that they are safe and at home somewhere.

I heard obnoxiously loud snoring and visibly relaxed. I knew Elias' snores anywhere. The kid is so quiet but when it comes to sneezing or snoring he's like a damn elephant.

I followed the sound to the living room and stared at the sight. My kids were all cuddled up together asleep around Alexandra.

Damon had his arms wrapped around her. Her head was on Alfonso's lap. Matteo's head was on Alfonso's legs and he hugged one of Alexandra's leg. Elias had his head on Damon's legs and he hugged Alexandra's other leg. I couldn't help but awe at the sight.

My children were getting along!! I couldn't help but feel like a proud father.

I kissed each one of them on the head and picked up the empty wrappers on the floor and threw them in the bin, and I collected the plastic bottles to be recycled.

REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE, kids! Yep even mafia bosses do it so there's no reason you shouldn't.

As I was cleaning up I heard a small yawn and looked to see Alexandra starting to wake up. I froze in my spot wanting her to get as much sleep as possible.

She opened her eyes giving me a view of her cute green eyes that she was born with that matched mine.

I'm so thankful that my kids took my good looks and don't look like the witchy bitchy woman that was once my wife.

"Dad?"

I froze in my spot. Did she just call me....Dad!!?

My mouth hung open but no words came out. She just called me Dad! She said I was her Dad!

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. I cleared my throat. "Hey tesoro, go back to sleep you're going to be tired in the morning if you don't." I whispered making sure I don't wake the others up.

"It's okay dad, I'm not tired anymore. What are you doing up? It's 4 AM." Confused, I looked at my watch and sure enough it was 4. I had gotten home at 2:30 so it'd taken me an hour and a half just to run around my house looking for my kids.

Who knew my house was that big. And I haden't even ran through all of it. This was only the 2nd level!

There were 5 levels all together and a basement. I had forbidden Alexandra to go on the 5th level because that's were all the weapons and the Mafia folders and secrets are. She was also not allowed to go into the basement because that's where I had set up a torture room to torture Louisa once I find her. Thankfully she understood when I told those rules.

It was the other rules however that she had a problem with. I know where she was coming from. I wouldn't have liked to have all these silly rules when I was her age. But it's what keeps her safe in our world.

She's not used to it. I doubt she's ever held a gun or faught before. And she never will. She's going to stay my sweet innocent baby forever.

I suddenly got an idea. "You said you weren't tired tesoro, follow me." She tried to get up out of her brother's grasps but failed miserably resulting in her nearly falling on top of them.

I lifted her up with ease, just like I did when she was a baby. I don't know if it was because she was tired or disoriented, but she placed her head in the crook of my neck and wrapped her arms around my me.

I smiled and walked out the room with my tired baby in my arms. I understand I missed so much of her life, but now she's here I'm gonna make sure I support her and show her I care. Because I love her.

"Where are we going dad?" I chuckled at her tired sleepy voice.

"It's a surprise. But we're nearly there don't worry."

We walked further until we were underneath the tree growing inside the house. This was my favourite part of the house because not only did it's beauty shine throughout the day but the beauty it had hidden came out at night.

Alexandra's POV

Dad carefully placed me underneath Bob and I looked around in awe. Who knew Bob was hiding all this beauty from us!

The moonlight reflected off of his thick leaves and his trunk shone angellically. But that's not what took me by surprise.

From the open ceiling window directly above the tree, what looked to be hundreds of tiny fireflies flew in and sat on the tree all glowing with light. Our faces lit up with different shades of yellow and green and orange shining down on us.

I gasped as they all came down and looked at my dad who was already looking at me smiling. I smiled back and breathed out.

"Wow! It's absolutely amazing!" His smile grew. Probably because I called him dad.

"It really is isn't it bambina. My father planted this tree when he married my mother and moved into this house. It was their mark to show that they had been here. This house has been in our family for decades. Everyone that has lived in these walls has left something in memory of them and for their time in the house. Your grandparents left this tree here, their parents left a grand piano on the third floor and their parents built a beautiful shed in the garden."

I looked at him in shock. I never knew our family was so sentimental. Bob was probably years and years older than my father.

"What did you give dad?" I was genuinely curious.

"Well bambina, I finally gave my gift to the house when you were born. You would always wander into the woods and try to climb the trees when no one was looking. Of course your two year old self could never do it, so I built a tree house for you in the woods and that's where you and your brothers would spend most of your days before coming home late in the afternoon. You loved that tree house. I'll take you there one day if you like."

He really did that for me!

"Is it still there?" It must be what 16, 17 years old?

"Of course it's still there sweetheart. It's my gift to the house and also you. We repainted it every year and made sure that it was kept in pristine condition. We didn't change the interior. The last time you used it you were playing with your dolls with your brothers a few days before you were taken."

HOLD UP.

What did he just saaaayyy???

Taken??

"Wait! What do you mean taken! I was told you willingly put me in the orphanage."

He looked at me in confusion and I could see him clench his jaw.

"Who told you that?" He said harshly. I gulped. He sounded just like him right now.

He must have realised he had done something wrong because his eyes suddenly became softer and he held onto my hand.

"You need to tell me who told you that bambina." He said warmly and I sighed remembering that day.

"I got curious one day dad. I wanted to know who my parents were, so I went into the office at the orphanage and looked through my file. I found a letter that was written by you." I stopped feeling a lump in my throat. The letter broke me and was were my hatred for my family began.

"What was on the letter baby?" He asked softly. What if he starts to hate me when he found out I hated him all these years. I had to tell him. Even if he will hate me.

"The letter said:

Dear Mr Wilson,

My letter is simple. My aim is simple. My goal is simple. I want you to take my bastard of a daughter out of my hands and take her in to the orphanage. Whatever happens to her there is none of my concern. Just make sure to tell her how much I didn't want her and how much of a nuisance she was. I don't need a daughter. Especially this one. Do with her what you want. I am not her father anymore. And she is not my daughter.

Georgio

The lump in my throat got considerably bigger and I looked down ashamed and upset. My father didn't want me. He never did. What changed?

Without looking up I spoke to him. "If you wrote this about me, why do you want me now. Why do you sit with me your bastard daughter - oh no sorry but I'm not your daughter am I you don't want me as your daughter. WHY NOW! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT WAS LIKE IN THERE?" My voice breaking and raising at the end.

I looked up to see tears running down my father's face. I was so full of rage and anger and I was about to explode. Everything that happened in there coming back all the memories.

The beatings.

The scars.

The bruises.

Ryan's lifeless body.

I got up and punched the wall. With just a single punch my hand went through to the other side. I couldn't control myself. Everything that that had happened to me was because of him.

My father.

I could feel myself losing it. Ignoring the blood trickling down my hand I continued punching the wall making countless holes. When I was on my fifth hole a pair of arms held me from behind.

I breathed heavily and Damon's voice travelled in my ear. "Breathe sorella. Breathe. Listen to my voice. I'm here. Just please breathe for me." He pleaded in my ear. He kept murmuring sweet nothings until I calmed down.

I looked to see that me whole family was here. By the look on their face, they had seen and heard everything.

I looked down at my hands to see them covered in cuts. Blood trickled down from every cut filling my hands with the red liquid, staining them.

"Follow me Sorella, I'll fix your cuts for you." I nodded not bothering to look up just staring at my hands.

I really was a monster.

I was kidding myself coming here.

They will probably want to take me back to the orphanage.

No one would want someone like me. Especially now.

I've messed it all up like I knew I would.

I felt myself being lifted up and carried. I didn't bother to react and just let them. The person took me to the bathroom and placed me on top of the countertop.

I looked up from my hands and saw Damon standing in front of me with a medical kit ready to clean my hands.

"Can you give me your hands Sorella?" I gave him my hands and he examined them. He cringed at the sight of all the cuts which were oozing out blood.

"Geez, I've got my work cut out for me haven't I." A ghost of a smile etched on my face. He got to work cleaning the cuts whilst I watched him carefully as he did his thing.

After a while of just peaceful silence, he asked the question I had been dreading.

"What did you mean when you said that we didn't know what it was like in there? Did something happen to you?"

I didn't know how to answer his question.

How do you tell your brother that you were beaten, starved, chained to the wall in the basement by the orphanage owner and whipped and cut by him. How do I tell him that?

How do I tell him I had to see the person I loved most in this world die in front of my eyes before I even knew what death was?

How do I tell him that it wasn't the first time I saw someone close to me die like that?

That's right I couldn't.

I couldn't tell him.

So I did the only thing I could think of and didn't tell him. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm not there anymore. But others are. Others that are suffering and are reaching out for help."

After that we were quiet. I looked down at him wrapping my hands. I caught him watching me from time to time but I didn't care. I felt drained and tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

My eyes got heavy and soon enough they were starting to close. I felt like I was being lifted again and snuggled into the person carrying me. They put me down onto my bed and I fell asleep feeling a light kiss on my forehead.

Damon POV

I layed my little sorella down to sleep and kissed her head. I told her I love her and left the room letting her sleep.

Something happened to my Sorella. Something bad enough to make her lash out like that. I have a feeling it's more than just the orphanage. She's hiding something.

What doesn't make sense is that on her records it said that she was adopted by someone at the age of 6. The person didn't have a name nor an address. We didn't even know their phone number for God's sake. It was like he or she didn't exist. They didn't put their gender down either.

Why would an orphanage let someone take her without having any information whatsoever on the person?

Also for the years she was with the mystery person, it was like she didn't exist either. All her records stopped till the age of 6 and only continued when she turned 14. But even then the information about her was minimal and didn't even have an address or a phone number on it. I didn't even tell us what country she was in.

What happened to her those 8 years?

Nothing added up.

How does she know Lincoln too?

Its been a few years since he's been to America, so they couldn't of met here. She would have had to have met him in England?

How did she get there and what was she doing there in the first place if she had a guardian?

I was starting to get a headache thinking about all of this. I'll tell my dad and brothers everything I know.

Maybe they know something that can fit all the pieces together.

One thing for sure was that my sister has secrets.

But what are they?

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