Yesterday was when I finally came home, and now everything is going back to normal. Besides the extra security guards. My cousins are acting the exact same, all playing video games or messing around. My aunts asking about shopping and trying to start something with me and Blake. My uncles trying to stop my aunts. My brothers encouraging them to do so and glaring at Blake whenever he's in the same room. Blake doesn't care and still sends smirks and winks my way. My Nonno, Alfonso, Marco and Enrico have been drowning in work, my uncles constantly helping as well. Nonna still set on feeding me until I burst. So all in all, everything has gone back to normal.

Today began normal, but I never thought it would turn out like it did.

I was sitting in the kitchen with Nonna, it was late at night and we decided to bake some cookies. She had just put the tray in the oven and I was eating the mixture out of the bowl. But then I realised there is a question I've never even thought of asking until now.

"Nonna?" She turns to look at me and nods for me to continue.

"Where's my dad? How come Alfonso is my guardian instead of him?"

She stands there in slight shock for a moment before composing herself.

"Do you understand what your brothers do for a living, why we all have bodyguards?" by now she has come and sat next to me on the bar stool.

"No. All I know is that we need them for protection. What does that have to do with my dad?"

"Quindi quegli idioti non le hanno parlato dell'azienda di famiglia. I deficienti non pensavano che sarebbe stato bene che il caro lo sapesse." She mutters, unknowingly loud enough to hear.

(So those idiots haven't told her about the family business. Morons didn't think that it would be good for the dear to know.)

Tell me what? Why would it be good for me to know? Were my friends right? I guess I'll need to do some re-search later.

"Well, with the family business, we have a lot of en-competitors, who want to hurt us. Your father was a very successful man. This gave him a lot of competitors. One day they hurt him, he didn't make it. Because Alfonso was your oldest, direct relative he was the most sensible person to become your guardian. But don't worry, those competitors are gone now, they can't hurt you." Nonna tells me as she brings me into a hug.

"Gone or dead?" I question, feeling her tense I got my answer. "Good. I hope they suffered."

"It was only a year ago." She mutters. I feel a stray tear go down her cheek.

Pulling up I look her in the eyes. "I know I didn't have the most conventional way of dealing with losing a kid, but, I talked about it to my friend Bex. She really helped me with it. Without her I'd probably be on death row." She just laughs as a few more tears slip out of her eye.

"Rocco told me what you did, I'm glad you got to deliver a death like that yourself."

"You know, that was the only time Bex encouraged me to steal a car. Her and her mum would lecture me any other time." I laugh quietly to myself thinking of all the times she would hit me with a textbook and her mum with a slipper.

"Do you still talk to her?"

Sighing I shake my head no. "She got in a car accident with her mum. They both died on the scene."

"I'm so sorry you went through all of that baby." She whispers into my hair.

"I'm sorry you lost your son." I respond

"Lo stesso con te bambina. Lo stesso con te"

(Same with you baby. Same with you)



After an extremely sentimental moment with Nonna. I got high. Emotions and me don't mix very well.

I was sat on my balcony as per usual, the drugs had finally worn off and I was drinking some whiskey I stole the night before I came home. I decide to have a look at what Nonna was talking about.

Searching through google, turns out my family is very famous, I find a page that looks very interesting.

Adriano Baresi Killed By Competitor or Enemy?

In the Business world, everyone knows of the famous Adriano Baresi. Baresi is an Italian immigrant who moved over to America at the age 21 with his wife Flavia Baresi and one year old son Alfonso.

His growing family consisted of his, now ex, wife Flavia, sons: Alfonso, Larzo, Riccardo, Dante, Enzo and Ezio, and finally his daughter Adriana.

He is known for his many oil and car companies around the world, his well earned money going to charity, his famous restraunts and nightclubs, along with five star hotels across the globe, and his many business deals with billion dollar companies.

It was well known that Baresi had a long standing feud with Andrecov Oils, a Russian oil company. In the police report it is said they were the prime suspects in Baresi's brutal mureder. A murder so brutal, the only evidence he is dead, was the three pints worth of blood heading towards a car park in one of his many night clubs.

However there has been many rumours of the Baresi family. They are suspected to be linked or a part of the Italian Mafia. And the 'competitor' Andrecov Oils' run by Savero Andrecov is also somehow linked to the Russian Mafia. Both of whom have been suspected of war for decades.

Are the Andrecovs' and Baresis' part of their homecountry Mafias? Are the Andrecov's only suspects?

Is there still a Mafia war? Or is it all just one big story?

Holy shit!

It would explain a lot if they are part of the mafia.

All the guards.

All the guns.

The money.

Authority over anyone.

I know I'm going to regret this later...but...thats for later.

I creep out of my bedroom, and go down the halls. I remember that one time I asked what was in the basement and Riccardo blew up on me. They're hiding something down there. Its well past midnight now, so I sneak through the corridors and archways. Until I'm at the basement door in the kitchen. Ever since Riccardo saw me try and go through that door, theres been a padlock on it.

Lucky for me I've been unlocking padlocks since I was ten thanks to Andrew and his paranoia.

Using the bobbypin I unlock the door and silently make my way through. It smells like piss and blood. Why blood?

The walls and floors are solid concrete, blood and dirt staining the grey.

Then cells. Lots and lots of cells. All made of pure steel, and iron doors. But then the voices.

The all to familiar voices.

Alfonso, Nonno, Larzo, Riccardo, Blake, Giovanni, Franco, Enrico and Marco.

Why are they down here in this blood seeping shithole.

I approach the doorway to where the voices grown louder and more audio able.

"You need to tell her. About us all, she won't go insane! It's only a matter of time before she figures it out!" Blake's words are harsh and true. It was only a matter of time.

"Al, he's right. Shes strong enough." Now Larzo speaks.

"I don't care what you think. I'm her guardian and she doesn't need to know yet." Alfonso yells.

"Al for fuck sake! She needs to know, she has every right to know." Riccardo yells.

"Enough boys!" Nonnos voice booms through the whole basement.

"How can I tell her? She's my baby sister! She'll hate us!" Alfonso continues to protest.

"I'm with Al on this. It'll be too much to digest given everything that has happened this week. It's winter break now and let her enjoy it. Let her at least try and be a kid." Marco says.

"Just tell her! I hate her not knowing!" Blake yells now.

"And how do you expect that conversation to go down huh?!" Enrico finally offering some input. "Oh, Hi Adriana, by the way, your older brother is leader to the Italian Mafia, your father and grandfather used to be! Marco, Dante and I are hitmen! Riccardo and Larzo handle the drugs that go world wide! Your uncles handle all illegal business in Italy! And your bloody boyfriend is about to become the leader to the American Mafia!"

Okay...

"For God sake I am not her boyfriend!" Blake yells. Completely forgetting about the Mafia situation.

"Not yet." They all chorus in. I can practically feel Blake's smirk from here.

"Good point there" He replies

"I don't think me and Blake is the main topic right now." Emerging from my hiding spot.

All eyes snap to me, in complete and utter shock.