DOMENICO

I stare at the picture in front of me. A memory, that was now fading away from my mind. Dimitri, Damon, and I, who were the oldest, were the only ones who remembered our parents. The others were too young to recall them. They only saw pictures and videos of them.

There were other photos that I had of my parents. There was one that stood out of all of them. It was ripped right down the middle. It portrayed our mother, sitting in an armchair, holding our sister who was just born a few weeks before.

Raven.

When raven was just one year old, our mother had taken her away from all of us. Our father had been devasted for months and had been scared that we would all walk out on him.

Years after attempting to find them, our father always came to a dead-end. Mysteriously, our father died when on a mission. His right-hand man, Enzo, came and told us that he had died and that one of the oldest was appointed to be the new don.

Since I was the oldest, the others agreed that I would take on the role of being the new don. I had to train hard and block out certain emotions.

Our other brothers knew more about the mafia as they grew older. The two youngest, Theo and Tobias, had in mind that they finish school first while the others, Luciano and Lorenzo wanted to train. All except Luca. He was a wild child. He got into a lot of fights because of his anger. The older he got, the worse it would be so I introduced him to street fighting, which helped him out a lot.

I knew that being a good don meant that I had to be cold and ruthless but our father had neither of these characteristics.

Anytime he was on his way home, he would call us before arriving. Which gave us time to put up our 'welcome home' posters. On the outside, he was this fun-loving father, who would provide us with anything we wanted. On the inside, he was suffering badly, knowing that he lost the love of his life and a child that he loved equally.

Although our father died, I never gave up on trying to find Raven and our mother because I knew it was what our father would have wanted. And I knew it would also bring our family closure.

I'm brought out of my trance by a knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Dimitri comes in and takes a seat in front of me. He raises an eyebrow at the picture to which I quickly throw it into a drawer in the desk.

"You need to stop torturing yourself over this. I still believe that they are out there but you need to stop stressing yourself." I nod in understanding.

"What did you find out?" I ask calmly.

"I found out that the mole's real name is Valerius Estrada. He was seen exiting one of our warehouses. A few days after, he and some other associates were caught stealing a lot of our weapons." He remarked.

I take in the new information that I was just given. Elias Perez or as we know him now as Valerius Estrada had been working with us for months. We checked his background, everything about him but he was clean. I don't know how I let this happen.

An unknown gang had been sending their Associates to spy on us. I often held them captive to get information but they would always refuse. We even went as far as to threaten to kill their family members but they still didn't give up any information about their whereabouts.

"We tried to capture them but the only one who we caught was Valerius. He was shot and now he's being treated at the hospital downtown. Guards are also surrounding the place so he doesn't run off."

"Okay, get the guys ready. We're gonna pay him a little visit.". I say and start getting my weapons ready.

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Dimitri and I soon arrived at the hospital, leaving Damon in the van, cause he 'wanted to check the cameras.

Nerd

We stroll past the receptionist, not daring to look us in the eye. They knew who we were and what we stood for.

Dimitri directs me to the room that Valerius is being treated in, staying outside to give me privacy. I enter the to come face with Valerius. A neck brace wraps around his neck, a cast envelopes his arm and a stitch on his chest.

"I knew you would visit me sooner or later." He smirks, faintly.

"I'm not here to chit-chat with you, I'm here to get answers on who you work for."

"You're not getting anything out of me. I'd rather you kill me." He smiles, flipping me off with his unharmed arm.

"If you insist."

I sauntered my way over to his bed, pulling the knife out of my coat. I stopped at the side of him, the knife now slightly slitting his neck, my gun at my side, away from his sight.

"Speak," I growl.

"I told you I'm not saying anything,".

I sink the sharp blade deeper into his skin, eliciting a groan from him. His hand tries to pry it off until I press the gun to his temple.

His breath quickens.

"I'd start talking if I were you. You already know that I'm an impatient man." I bellowed.

He stays quiet.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to your wife and your son, right?" I question, looking directly at him, a glare appearing on my face.

His mouth opens in shock, his skin growing paler and paler.

He had made sure that his wife and son were hidden away from the mafia's eye. No matter what he did, we were always watching him.

"It would be a shame. You had such a nice w-,"

"Okay, fine! I work for Matteo Rossi." He said.

He tried making his fear vanish from within him, but what he didn't know was that I could smell fear.

"See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" I smiled innocently, now walking to the door.

I stopped before touching the handle of the door, turned to him, and smirked slightly.

I raised my gun, clicking the silencer on, and shot him in the head.

I didn't need him going back to say anything or alerting this 'Matteo' person.

I walked out of the room, heading straight for the van, Dimitri now walking beside me. The vibration of my phone notified me that someone was calling.

I stopped for a while to answer it. The sound of the elevator dinged across from me. I continue to talk to the person from the phone when Dimitri nudged me on the shoulder. I shrugged him off.

He continued doing this until I sighed and turned to look at the direction he was pointing at. It was a girl. She looked and felt very familiar. She had hair, as black as ink and skin so perfectly tanned.

But then it hit me. She looked exactly like our mother but younger.

Raven?

She passed us on her way to the cafeteria. By now I had long forgotten about the phone call, so I proceeded to talk to the person and hung up after a while.

At the end of the call, I was both exhausted and shocked.

Exhausted because Luca's fights were draining my energy and shocked because I may have just seen my long-lost sister.

Maybe she was our sister and she could lead us to our mother.

I just had to follow her and find out more about her.

Would this lead me to another dead end?

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