Adriana' s POV:

I've been wide awake for about an hour now, just laying on my bed. Blake hasn't moved from his spot, he's fast asleep as he hold me in his arms. He usually has a stone face like the others in my family, but when he's sleeping, I've never seen someone look so peaceful. We lay there for a few more minutes before he starts to wake up.

"Morning." His voice comes out deep and strong. "Morning." I answer back. I move up the bed so we're sat face to face and he just stares at me, again. "Where did you go?" He asks me. "Well..." he gives me a look, telling me he won't let it go. "Fine. I went to a park at first and stayed the night there." "And?" "And I went to an underground fighting club and spent the nights there and fought for free stay."

He stays silent for a moment, slowly lifting himself up. He sits against the head board of the bed, then he grabs me and places me on his lap, eyes searching my body as he prods my ribs. "Relax I'm fine!" I tell him. "Why would you go there?! Do you know how dangerous they are?!" His voice raises as he continues to check me for bruises. "I've been to loads. It was either that or some dodgy hotel where hookers work." Looking up at me, he sighs and pulls my head into the crook of his neck as he hugs me. "They've been going mental you know. They spent the last three days looking for you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, I could stay after that. I needed space." Silent tears escape my eyes. From the fact that I had to remember what happened, and the fact that they already knew. I just needed to run away, for a little while.

"You know it doesn't change who you are. Your still Adriana, they funny girl who is strong enough to get past something as horrible as that." He tells me.

I pull my head back, shaking it as I look him in the eyes. "That's where your wrong. I never did drugs. Never smoked. Never drank. But when my step dad died, and then my mother changed, then that. I used them all as a coping method. All the clubs that I do, I only started so I wouldn't go out and get drunk and steal someones car. I'm not the same girl I used to be."

"And thats what makes you so strong. Yes it changed you, but it never broke you." I give him a small smile which he returns.

He goes to say something, but then he stops, as if he's rethinking what to say. "You need to tell the others you back."

Sighing I nod my head knowing he's right. It's not like I ran away forever. I get out of bed and take the dog tag off and grab some clothes while going into the bathroom.

When I come back out, I see Blake looking down at something in his hands.

"Whats that?" I ask him. He turns to me, fury shining in his eyes.

"Who the fuck is this?" He told the item down by the chain. I walk a bit closer and see it's the dog tag hanging from his grip.

"Andrew." I answer in a 'duh' tone.

"Don't get fucking smart with me?! Who the fuck is it?!" By now he is standing directly in front of me. The dog tag firm in his grasp.

"My step father. Why?" I'm confused at the fact he seemed so mad about it.

"Oh" he loosens his grip and places it around my neck.

"Well?"

"I thought it was some guy." I continue to give him a confused look, to which he clarifies, "like a boyfriend." He mumbled

"You were jealous." I say smugly as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I was not!" He protests as he hugs me back.

"Sure." I chuckle.



Blake left the room and I finished getting ready. He told me he would tell the others I'm back and that they would wait for me in the kitchen. Realising I had to face them either way, I opened my bedroom door and went downstairs.

I get into the kitchen and am tackled to the floor.

"NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

"WE MISSED YOU!"

"WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"THANK GOD!"

And other words along those lines were heard as half my family hugged me, which I returned. Once they get up I see that it was Ezio, Enzo, Dante, Eva, Nario, Gino and Enrico. The others all stood around the room, smiling, even the ones that never show emotion, all except Alfonso.

Looking around I see everyone in the room, my brothers, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, grandparents and Blake. I glance at all of them.

"I'm sorry." They all nod their heads except for Nonna. All of them notice this and back away as she steps towards me. Stopping in front of me, she slaps me across the face and then holds my cheek to stop the stinging.

Bringing me into a firm hug, "I'm sorry, but NEVER do that again." I feel her tears leaking down on my shoulder, making me cry as well. The others start filing out of the room, all except my Nonna, Nonno, my uncles, Larzo and Alfonso.

Braking from the hug, I look at them all. "Come here Bambina." Larzo says, not hesitating I run up to him and embrace him as he does me.

"We need to talk caro." Nonno says.

(dear)

Sitting down on the bar stool, they all stand in front of me.

"Just know, we understand what happened, and we are so sorry, that should never have happened to you."Giovanni starts.

Nodding my head Franco continues, "And we know why you ran away, and that will be the last time you ever do that."

Then Nonno, "You need to tell us when you feel like that. We would never judge you, we're family. La famiglia rimane unita, non importa cosa."

(Family sticks together, no matter what.)

"But we need to know if you have any idea of where they are. The ones who did that to you." By now Nonna and Larzo have brought me back into comforting holds.

"I know where they are." I mutter.

"Where caro?" Nonno asks, his gaze never leaving my me, eyes boaring into my soul.

"It doesn't matter." I tell them. Sighing, Nonno motions for the others to leave the room, they all do except Alfonso, who hasn't said a word or left his corner of the room.

"We need to know." says Nonno,

"I killed them."

"Okay, thats fair." He tells me. He walks over to me along with Alfonso and they sit either side of me, but I naturally shuffle closer to Nonno. "We need to know how and where their bodies are."

"I beat them to death. Then I burned their bodies in a ditch, I sprayed Ethanol around the area to get rid of any of our DNA. The ditch is in a wood by Sheffield, I stole a car and drove down there and torched it before I left, on the way back I stole three different cars until I got home."

(Im not completely sure about the Ethanol but just go with it)

"Well, um, that works." Nonno says, I can tell he wasn't expecting that, mainly because Alfonso looked more shocked at him than me.

"Now that I know what I need to, are you okay?" I nod my head and he pulls me into a quick hug, kissing my head before walking out.

I go to follow him but I'm stopped. "Wait."

I've never heard so much guilt and regret in someones tone before. Slowly turning around I see Alfonso. Gone is his stone cold face, he stands there, like a broken man. His usual sleek suit is replaced by a large black hoodie and joggers. Looking at him properly, he hasn't shaved or slept in days. His eyes show how much he's hurting.

"I'm so sorry. I was so angry I didn't even know what I was saying until I said it. I never should have said anything about that. It was completely unfair and wrong and I wish I could take it back. I wish I could but I can't, all I can do is say how sorry I am. Your my baby sister and I was so mad at the thought of you hurting yourself with drugs and drinking and I just lost it. I wanted you to have fun and enjoy being a kid, but you never got that and it all built up inside of me. When I saw the drugs I realised you were never going to do that and it broke my heart. I'm so so sorry."

By now he is balling his eyes out. You cant even see the green behind the tears anymore. I turn around slightly towards the door, then back to him, and back and forth. At seeing my wanting to leave he sighs and sits down on the bar stool facing away.

As much as he deserves it. I cant do it, no matter what he is my brother.

I silently walk over to him, once I get there, I wrap my arms around his waist. At feeling me, he turns around and pulls me impossibly closer, stroking my hair as his wet tears drip down onto my head from his large height.

"I'm so sorry."

"I know. And I forgive you." He looks down at me with loving eyes. Stroking my cheek as I look up at him. "I forgave you the moment I saw when you realised what you said." He kisses my forehead and hugs me again, as if he never wanted to let go.

We stand in silence for a few moments until I have to ask.

"How did you find out?"

"Find out about what?" He asks me. And to think I thought he was the smart one.

"That I was pregnant."

"I had people find as much information on you as possible." I just nod my head.

Theres no way he found that so easily. I was told it would be buried so deep it would never see the light of day again, just like I had asked.

Maybe my friends were right.

Theres something off about my brothers. About my family.