It is the week after my birthday party. I am still wearing the bracelet Ana gave me. It feels illegal to take it off and I don't want to.

I am at the warehouse, working with my men to find Storm. He doesn't even deserve to be called uncle anymore. This warehouse is 30 minutes away from the house. This is the place where all of my men reside and work. The house, however, is where we live and get healed in. My mother made sure that the infirmary remains at the house, but we made sure to have a small one at the warehouse just in case we couldn't reach the villa.

"Boss! Someone left a package at the door!" One of my men, Angel, yells. I quickly stand up and run downstairs to make sure it isn't a bomb. Jeremy, our bomb analyzer, comes with me to check the package.

It's a square brown box, taped from all the holes. No one touches the box as Jeremy and I walk toward it and analyze it.

"Everybody move back!" I yell.

The men listen and step away from the package. The atmosphere suddenly shifts as Jeremy opens the package, but no one was ready for what we're about to see.

A head.

Not just any head. The mafia's hacker's head, Justin.

Jeremy steps back and vomits on the floor. Everyone starts gagging at the scene, but I only stared at the head of the nineteen-year-old boy. He was just a boy, who was doing his job. The one I ordered him to do.

Today was his off day. His day to spend with his family.

Guilt fills my body as I continue to stare at his face. He died because of me, because I couldn't protect him and because I employed a young boy for his talents.

What am I going to tell his parents?

"Rafa..."

"Rafa!"

"Rafael!" Cash's voice pulls me out of my depressing thoughts.

I look at him, he looks very concerned.

"Are you okay, brother?" he asks, kneeling to my level and grabbing my shoulder with his right hand.

I don't answer because I am not.

"It's not your fault, Rafa."

I look at him this time and say, "It is."

"It isn't. Don't let his death convince you that you killed him. We are the mafia, things like this are bound to happen," he explains, trying to convince me.

"I promised that I'd protect him."

"And you did, this whole year, you did. But you can't protect him forever."

"His parents...what am I going to tell them?" I ask, standing up.

"I don't know, man, but I will be there with you."

My eyes betray me for the first time in front of my men as a single tear drops from my eye and onto my cheek. I quickly wipe it off and walk to my office. Alex and Cash don't follow me, knowing that I need some time to myself.

I reach my office and take out my inhaler from the drawer. I only use it whenever I get a panic attack or feel sad. It helps sometimes.

Justin Moralo...a name I will forever remember.

I grab my keys and leave the warehouse. I know who did this. It's Storm. He has to be the one because Justin was looking into his system the day before he was murdered, which was yesterday.

I drive to the house and park my car. I step out and stroll inside. My mother, Alba, and Ana are sitting in the living room, drinking alcohol, bright in the morning.

What has gotten into them?

"Brother! Welcome home!" Alba slurs, causing Ana and my mother to giggle.

When they see my face, they immediately sober up. Alba and my mother have a concerned faces and Ana has a confused one.

"What happened?" My mother asks, putting the glass on the table.

"Nothing. I will be in my room," I reply, leaving them to have fun.

They are better off not knowing anything, especially when they might have a lot on their plates.

I walk to my father's office and enter. Andrew's face comes into view as I walk further inside. My father is the first to see me and he immediately stands up. "Son, I heard about what happened, are you okay?" He asks, grabbing Andrew's attention.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I reply nonchalantly.

"Andrew, leave us alone," my father orders, earning a nod from Andrew. He stands up and leaves, but not before tapping my shoulder.

When the door closes, my father motions for me to sit. He looks determined to know how I feel, but I won't say anything. The only person to who I feel like I could open myself is my sister and right now, she is not in the right state of her mind.

"Son, Cash filled me on everything. It's not your fault."

"Dad, I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about Storm. He did this and we can't waste any more time in finding him."

"We will, I promise. Andrew has got some leads in this case. He found out that Storm might be hiding somewhere in Italy."

"Italy, why there?" I ask in confusion.

"Because he knows that we'll never go there."

"Why don't we prove him wrong?"

"It's dangerous and you know it."

"He's getting to us even when he's in Italy, we have to do something."

"And we will, but we need a plan. A good one."

"What are you suggesting?" I ask, crossing my legs together. I run a hand through my hair as a yawn escapes my lips.

Not the right time.

"A plan like the one we did back in Vancouver when we escaped Ana's house."

"You want me to play house again?" I chuckle, not minding the idea. I'd love to do anything with Ana, especially playing house.

"You don't seem to mind like before," he smirks, making me roll my eyes.

"Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Tell me."

"I know now is not the time, especially after Justin's death, but I want to talk to you now because I know I won't later. It's about Ana."

"What about her? Did something happen?" He asked with concern.

"Nothing happened, dad. It's just...I want to ask for your permission because I know you care deeply about her."

"Permission for what?"

"Permission to...love her?" It came out as a question, but he understood immediately because the glare he gave me...says it all.

"Love her? You like her? You? Like a girl?"

"What do you mean?" It was my turn to glare.

"Son, I thought I'd never see this day ever. I thought you could love Carmen, but it didn't happen, and then I thought that you just are not capable of love."

"But I love my family," I say in confusion.

"Loving your family is different. Anyways, Ana is very special to me, are you sure of your feelings?"

"Yes, dad. I have never felt like this before."

"Good. Because if you hurt her, I will cut your balls off."

"Thanks," I grin as he chuckles.

My thoughts immediately shift to Justin as if it's a switch. My mood changes and sadness washes over me.

I excuse myself and go to my room. If I don't sleep, I will keep thinking about him.

I lay on the bed, still wearing my outfit and shoes. I just don't have the energy to change. However, I only take off my shirt, leaving my chest bare.

I close my eyes to sleep when a knock makes me jerk up.

"Come in!"

The door opens and a drunk Ana walks in. Her hooded eyes look lustily at me as she walks my way.

Who fucking drinks early in the morning?

"Are you drunk?" I ask and she smiles.

"Yes, how did you know?" She slurs, making me grin.

She sits on the bed and all of a sudden straddles me.

"A-Ana?" My voice shakes as she starts moving. She circles her arm around my neck and leans in.

"You know, you look so hot right now."

"Ana, you're drunk."

"Who cares, I just want to forget."

"Forget what? Tell me." My voice softens as the smile on her face is replaced by a frown.

"I want to forget him."

A sudden feeling of jealousy rises inside of me as I listen to her.

"Who? Forget who, Ana?" My voice hardens.

"Don't yell at me!" She starts crying.

"I didn't yell, Ana," I gently say as I caress her cheeks.

"Okay...thank you."

God, she's so drunk.

"I want to forget him, the man I killed. Can you help me forget?"

"I can...come here," I say, opening my arms for her to hug me.

"Can I get a kiss here like last week?" She asks, pointing at her cheek.

I grin and nod. I kiss her on the cheek, making her moan.

Suddenly, she falls asleep, in my arms, and on my lap.