I wake up with sweat and tears streaming down my face. The nightmares invaded my sleep once again. It was that night, the one I want to forget the most. I walk into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face.

Looking in the mirror I can see my still puffy eyes, red and sore. Sighing I open the draw under the sink and take out my pills. Anxiety disorder and IED pills. Anxiety to help me stop thinking about the horrors of those ten months with them, and IED pills to keep me from killing people when I'm angry. I take two out of each and swallow them dry.

I decide theres no point in trying to go back to sleep considering it's four in the morning, so I grab my camera and go downstairs. I take a beer out of the fridge and make my way to the pool in the back garden.

I walk to the cliff balcony that over looks the city and take some photos with my camera. Whenever I can't sleep or I'm wandering around I take my camera so I can take some photos. Photography, stealing and driving are the only things that can actually calm me down. I take plenty of photos but my favourite one is when the sun has just risen. It overlooks the Brooklyn bridge after a lot of zooming in. It shows the city's buildings in the background adding to the effect of the sun.



I'm broken out of my thoughts when I feel a presence behind me. I turn and see that it is Ezio who has a questioning look on his face.

"What?" I ask him. He doesn't answer, he just sits down next to me and swings his legs between the railing and the floor of the balcony like me.

After a few moments of silence he finally speaks. "Why are you out here so early?"

"Bad dream." I bluntly respond while I edit the photo with my camera screen.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I turn and look at him through confused eyes. This is the same dickhead who has been a pain in the ass since I turned up.

"Why would you care about my bad dream, you hate me." I say. He just sighs and turns his gaze back to the city. I get board of the tense silence and stand up to leave but his hand grabs my wrist and brings me back down.

"I was only three when you were taken." He begins. I just watch as he continues whatever this is. "I always knew I had a little sister, we spent years looking for you. Everytime we came close it turned out to be a dead end, time and time again I started to lose hope and I became someone who never smiled, never laughed, all I had was hate. I hate the fact that I barley remember anything about you when you were a baby, I hate that I gave up on finding you while the others kept looking. I hate the fact that once I lost hope, we got a phone call saying you were coming home. I just don't want to get used to having a sister again to lose you again. It ruined me when we lost you, I can't go through that again." By now tears were pooling out of his eyes as he looks into the distance.

"So that's why you've been a dick?" Is all I manage to get out. He just chuckles and nods.

"I'm sorry." He tells me, finally looking into my eyes.

"Don't be, I get it." I tell him. He looks confused by my words. And for the first time in my life, I say what I'm really feeling.

"I grew up knowing that I had a father I could never meet. I'm mean yeah I had my step father, but I always knew I wasn't really his kid. I lived never knowing if I had another family, all I had was my dead step father and a junkie mother who spent her last few years tormenting me."

"She what?" Anger boiled at the back of his throat with my words. They knew she overdosed, but not how much of a bitch she really was. And even though we got off to a bad start, I know I can trust him.

"When she started drinking and doing drugs she became a complete bitch. She would scream at me and call me all sorts of things. I started doing extra curricular stuff just to get out of the house, sometimes I would stay over at friends houses."

He nods his head in understanding, but then he asks, "Why did you commit all those crimes on your record."

I just chuckle and tell him, "My mother would never bail me out of jail, so I would stay the night there and call my friends in the morning and their parents would come and pick me up. They never minded because I would always call as they were setting off for work which was down the street. They knew I liked police stations."

"Why do you like police stations?"

"Theres always someone working and it helped me relax knowing I was in a building filled with guns. But soon braking the law became a habit and I just did it for fun. I would get into fights with people who pissed me off, thats the assault charges. The other stuff is just day to day fun."

He just laughs at how casual I sound talking about drinking and stealing cars. Once the laughter dies down we just sit in silence.

"Did you ever get put in the foster system, you know, cause of her drug abuse?" I flinch at that question, something he defiantly noticed. Before he can say anything else I stand up.

"Come on, lets get some breakfast." he follows me, grumbling under his breath.

I will tell them, when the time is right.



Alfonso's POV:

It's currently lunch time and all my brothers are in my office, Adriana is in her room, she said she had something to work on, but I didn't question it any further once Ezio told me that he knew what it was. I saw on the security this morning how they talked and they seem to be okay now. Thank god.

"Have you told the rest of the family about Adriana being home?" Larzo asks me. When she was a baby all the uncles, aunts, cousins and our grandparents loved her to bits. They would spoil her every chance they got, they were all heart broken when se was taken.

"Yeah they'll be here after school on Friday." Dante, Enzo and Ezio groan at the mention of school, but my hardening glare shuts them up.

"Did the shipment come in?" I ask Riccardo. He and Larzo take it in turns handling our shipments and we were expecting another yesterday.

"Yeah. $2 million worth of cocaine. It's already been bagged and handed to the dealers." I nod my head in approval, but Ezio says something that catches us all off guard.

"Did Adriana ever go into foster care?"

"Why would she be in foster care, she lived with Flavia?" Enzo questions his twin as we all turn to him for an explanation.

"When we were talking earlier I asked because Flavia turned into a druggie, and she completely blew me off. I was just wondering if it was true." They all turn to me and I scroll through my lap top. I click on the file my men put together on my little sister before we got her home.

I reach home life and hospital record, they only got added yesterday.

"Holy shit." I mutter under my breath.

"How bad?" Riccardo worriedly asks. Riccardo is defiantly the most heartless of us all, but not when it came to his sorellina. For her he would move heaven and earth, just like the rest of us.

"She got put into foster car at twelve, she moved in with a man and his son. She stayed there for ten months, her hospital file shows evidence of assaults and other stuff..."

"What kind?" Seethes Larzo. He is the peace keeper between us all, but no one hurts his family. When that happens he is more ruthless than anyone.

I can't even say the words that described what she went through. My bambina suffered through hell. Noticing that I don't even want to say it, all five of them tare apart my office. Glass shattered across the walls and floors, new punch dents in the charcoal colour of my office walls, couches flipped upside down. All the while I just sit there with my head in my hands.

Once they all calm down they come over and read the laptop screen, all of them do something they never do. They cry. Cry at seeing the what the doctors described. The photos showing the bruises and scars. And the cold eyes that stare back in the pictures.

This is why she doesn't show emotion. It's obvious shes to scared to. After reading this, all her actions make sense.

She is the master at keeping a Poker Face.