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Marcelo Ferrari POV

It was an ordinary Saturday evening, I was doing paperwork for the mafia, dad was in the other room doing other paperwork and mom was probably baking with Emiliano. Francesco and Angelo were probably out partying and getting drunk off their asses.

"Marcelo," Papa's voice rang through the silent air as his 6'3 frame came into view.

"Che cosa?" I asked without looking up at him. [What?]

"Get up. I got a call from the FBI in New York. They said they found someone with the same fingerprints as 'Arabella Ferrari.'" My interest peaked up at the mention of my baby sisters name.

Me and my three brothers were never told the truth about her. I knew that Dad and Mom sent her away, sure I was 10 but I that didn't mean I was dumb.

I didn't tell my brothers because I didn't want to ruin their relationship with mother and father but I have always been more distant with my parents and I was always the closest with sorellina.

That's why it broke me when she left.

Over the years the younger boys forgot more about her but I was ten and I had dairies from since I was five years old. Whenever I thought I was forgetting about her, I would binge read them.

The books were my drug.

"Are you serious?" I furrowed my brows, blinking away the tears of happiness and standing up.

"Yes. I contacted Ahmed. The plane will be ready in thirty minutes and it only take twenty to get there. Let's go." Papa exited the room as I let out a shaky breath.

Might be fake news.

I shook my head, grabbing my phone and sending a message to Angelo to make sure Francesco didn't get to drunk.

Angelo always watched what he drank. Francesco didn't give a shit. Emiliano said that he was going to wait for legal age to drink but that was bullshit since we all got drunk on Arabella's birthday this year.

I was the oldest so it was my responsibility to make sure everyone else was okay.

I walked downstairs, not bothering to change out of my suit and grabbed my black Rolls Royce and quickly drove to the private airport, not caring if I was going full speed.

Wasn't like the police in Chicago could care about it anyways.

When I got to the pad, I grabbed my phone and ran up the stairs of the jet, stopping when I saw pilot Ahmed.

Last year, Amir Ahmed died from a car crash and since then, his oldest daughter took over.

She was a year younger than me and to say I had a crush on her was an understatement.

I was fucking in love with her.

For years.

The Ahmed's and Ferrari's where like family. Dad and Amir had went to high school together and were like the best of friends. Aunt Aya and Mom were also great friends and Ali, their son and Dalia's brother was practically Angelo's best friend because they were both 19 and both wanted to go into the medical field.

"Hi, Marc. Your dad called and is coming in a few minutes. You guys are willingly going to New York City?" She raised a dark brow, playing with a ring on her finger, the one I gave her for Christmas when I was 16.

She still has it?

"Sorry, top secret mission." She sent me a dead pan look, "You'll know when you find out,"

"Fine, just know I'll find out one way." She sent me a pointed look.

"Hi Dalia, how are you?" Dad asked as he climbed onto the jet, smiling down at Dalia's 5'6 height.

"Hi, Flavio. I'm great, should we get to New York or..." She sent a bright smile that could light up a whole room.

"That would be great, thank you." He said, walking into the seating area and taking a seat.

Dalia sent me a wave and headed to the cockpit.

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We were in New York City and we were in a black SUV on our way to the address from the email Papa got.

"Ciao," my dad answered the call on his phone as I parked in the driveway, hopping out of the car.

"Hai un lavoro e non puoi farlo bene, cazzo?" Papa seethed into the phone, slamming the door of the car shut. [You have one job and you can't fucking do that properly?]

I rolled my eyes at my dads temper, the one that Francesco and Elle got. Arabella had always thrown a tantrum if someone did something wrong.

I loved it except for when I got in trouble by her. She was the devil incarnate.

"Non me ne frega un cazzo. Perché cazzo non riesci a trovarlo?" Dads thick Italian accent spilled, his empty hand clenching. [I don't give a fuck. Why the fuck can't you find him?]

I turned around, walking away from the car as I saw a 5'11 shadow near the hood of a car.

"Stop!"

The person wasn't wearing pants so I'm guessing it was a girl, I saw her get into the car, sending a glare with her forest green eyes, the same ones I had.

I quickly took out the car keys from my pocket, and hopping back into the car as I swerved through the parked cars, following the one black car in the dark.

She quickly took a sharp turn, and me being a dumb idiot, didn't realize she was going into a alleyway that would never be able to fit the width of the SUV.

I cursed, backing up as fast as I could.

This could be my sister.

When I got back on the highway, I took the first exit, knowing that the alleyway led there.

I passed a gas station, with the same black car and license plate.

Guess she's still smarter than I ever was.

I keep driving, seeing only a few cars on the road.

I try and see through the glass windows of cars, some darker than others. She wouldn't go in a bigger car because that would be plain stupid.

That took out half the cars but I still didn't see a tall woman in many of the cars but when I did, I could tell it wasn't my sister.

I kept speeding, looking for the car that my baby sister could possibly be in.

First of all, how the fuck did she escape a fucking FBI Base?

I look down, seeing a dark blue Honda Civic with a man and woman, the woman's head almost going to the top of the car, wearing a dress similar to the one that the girl hot wiring the car.

I stayed back, until I saw they were going to a isolated location.

I quickly sped up, seeing as the blue Honda couldn't go faster than a fucking SUV. I quickly swerved so hard that the SUV stopped right in front of the car, no way escape cause the front of the car was damaged from the SUV.

I saw them ready to get out, opening the door to the SUV.

"Who the fuck are you?" A feminine voice harshly asked as I turned around to see my baby sister holding a fucking gun.

The man next to her was completely silent, a gun in his hands as well.

I never got to see her grow up.

Her hair was long and dark, cascading down her torso, her vivid green eyes shining under the streetlight. She looked a lot like our paternal grandma, just with Grandpa's eyes.

I stepped closer, a single tear slipping out my eye as I wipe it away as if it never came.

"Hands in the air." The man's voice boomed as I obeyed unconsciously.

My sorellina.

"What's your name?" She raised a brow as she got closer.

I stayed silent, observing her beautiful face.

I couldn't see grow up.

"I asked a fucking question," She clenched her hand around the gun so much, her knuckles were turning whiter by the second.

"Your alive," I whispered.

"Yes I am breathing and my heart is pumping blood but, who the fuck are you?" She pressed the gun against my head, the cold metal on my forehead. "And why the fuck do you look like me?" She whispered, staring straight into my eyes, a scowl on her face.

I quickly disarmed her, catching her by surprise, throwing the gun to the other side of the SUV.

"Where are my manners? Hi, I'm Marcelo. Your brother."



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A lot of you guys were annoyed that there was no smut in the last chapter so I updated it!