I wait on top of the stairs, in front of the large doors for Azaría. One of my black BMW's pull up, two guards step out and so does she.

She looks pissed as she walks up the stairs with her arms crossed. I don't bother to ask what's wrong because I simply don't care and don't want her to think I do either.

"Did you really have to have your guards blindfold me on the way here, again?" she huffs, glaring at me.

Oh. That's why she's pissed. It doesn't matter that she's done many kills for me in the past, I still don't trust her to know where the Italian mafia base is located in London.

I shrug at her words and as expected she rolls her hazel eyes at me. "Ass," she mutters under her breath and I let out a chuckle in response.

I look down at her. Her dark hair is in messy yet perfect ponytail, with pieces at the front falling in front of her face. She's wearing black sweats and a black tight shirt that hugs her waist.

I haven't seen her or spoken to her since the last mission; the mission where she kissed me.

"So why am I here?" she asks, the annoyance evident in her tone. She still has as much attitude as I remember.

"Training," I reply flatly, starting to walk.

She quickly catches up to me and crosses her arms. "Training? So our last mission wasn't proof of what I can do?"

I scoff at her words. "I didn't mean to bruise your ego, Azaría. Training is something everyone in my mafia has to do, unfortunately you're not an exception."

"Unfortunately," she repeats. Training and getting stronger is much better than whatever she does during her free time, I'm sure.

We walk down the hallway that leads towards the training room. I glance at her to see her focused on the painting on the wall. "Who are these people?" she asks.

"Past leaders of the mafia," I tell her and she makes an 'o' shape with her lips.

"Is this your father?" she points to the last painting on the wall. I nod my head in response and she lets out a small chuckle. "You're literally a spitting image of him."

She's not wrong. The brunette curly hair was from him, along with the green eyes. However, I really don't feel like talking about him right now.

I scan my hand on the screen and the doors to the training room open. Once we step in, she takes a good scan of the room.

There's a boxing ring, sparring area, six human cut outs for knife throwing, and a stimulation box to practice shooting.

"What first?" she asks. "Boxing," I reply, nodding my head towards the ring and her lips tilt to a small smile.

"I'm basically Creed," she says, walking towards the ring. "Just saying in case you wanna back down."

"Creed?" I question with my brows furrowed. The cologne?

Her mouth drops at my reply. "You've never watched Creed? You're missing out, Alvera."

Watched? So it's a show. Or a movie. I don't really have time to watch stuff like that. The business and mafia takes up all of my free time.

I pick up the bandage and start wrapping my hand for protection and so does she. But once she gets to her right hand she starts to struggle.

"Here," I mutter, taking the bandage and wrapping her right hand for her. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes but once she meets my gaze, her eyes dart to somewhere else.

She mumbles a quick thank you and puts on the red boxing gloves. I do so too. "Niccolò, I'm telling you I'm actually Creed 2.0."

I let out a short chuckle at her words as I enter the ring and she follows suit. Seems like she really likes that movie or show, whatever it is.

Without giving her a warning, I throw a punch -making sure it's not too hard- and she stumbles back. "Caralho," she curses. {Dick}

I pause for a second, trying to understand what she just said. "Portuguese?" I take a guess and she nods her head.

My eyes narrow as my head tilts to the side slightly. How and why does she know Portuguese?

"My dad was from Brazil, taught me Portuguese the day I was born," she says as if she can read my mind. Was?

"So what insult did you throw at me?" I raise my brows, crossing my arms as I wait for her reply. "I don't know what you're talking about," she shrugs, obviously lying.

"Yeah?" I chuckle and put my hands back up. She rolls her eyes before throwing a punch that I block.

"Okay, I might be a little rusty," she mutters sheepishly.

"What happened to being Creed 2.0?" I ask.

She furrows her brows. "You didn't even watch that movie so I don't wanna hear it from you, Col. Got it?"

The only word that I heard from her mouth was Col. Where in the actual fuck did that come from?

"Niccolò," I correct her and she chuckles at my response.

"Why?" she muses. "Don't like the nickname, Col?"

"Call me that again," I dare her and I can see the challenged look on her face.

"And what if I do?" she teases.

I take a step closer to her, closing the gap that was between us. "Curious, huh?" This close together she has to look up through her lashes to meet my eyes.

"Maybe I am?" she counters. "Is that really a bad thing?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, no?" Well, at least that's what I remember from the story.

She lets out a soft chuckle, her lips tilting into a small smile. "Good thing I'm not a cat, Niccolò."

Before I can get the chance to respond, I hear the doors being open. My head turns to that direction to see Pietro standing there.

He doesn't need to say anything for me to realise that it's important. "Wait, princess. Can you do that?" I say, exiting the ring and she scoffs at my words.

"Oh meu Deus, o ego deste homem," she mutters under her breath, knowing that I wouldn't understand a thing.

I turn around, walking backwards so I can face her and she's looking at me annoyed with her arms crossed. "I heard that, Azaría," I make known.

"You didn't understand though," she replies smugly with a shrug. "Did you, Col?"

Col.

I shake my head at her words as I turn back around, heading towards Pietro. "What is it?" I ask.

Once I look up, taking a good look at his face I can tell that it's bad. Really bad.

"She's gone," he breathes out and I furrow my brows. She? She as in- no, there's no way.

"Gone the fuck where?" I scoff. "The Russians took her," he says. Of course it's them. Why am I even shocked?

We had an alliance and they fucking double played us, getting us against Yuzè because it benefited them. I have to say, it was smart. But now they're gonna regret it.

What's not smart is kidnapping the mafia's leader's fucking sister.

"We're leaving to Italy tonight," I tell him and he nods his head swiftly before leaving the room.

I turn around to see Azaría walking to me with a confused look on her face. "Something wrong?"

"Sessions over," I tell her and she furrows her brows. "What why? Because I was beating you," she jokes with a smile but once she sees the look on my face, her smile drops and concern takes over. "What did he tell you?"

"The Russians," I let out sigh, a hand running through my hair in frustration. "They took my little sister."

Her eyes widen in shock before the look on her face turns into confusion. No one knows about my sister. Only people that can be trusted. I kept it that way to protect her, somehow it didn't even work.

"I'll update you on everything later. Just go home, we are leaving for Italy tonight," I tell her.

"Italy?" she mutters in shock. "I'll send you the coordinates for the airstrip later," with that, I walk out of the room and tell a guard to escort her out.

I head to my office and shut the door. Frustrated, I run a hand down my face. This can't be happening.

How the fuck did this happen? I'm supposed to be protecting her and I messed up.

I'm going to set an extraction mission for tomorrow morning. I'm not wasting any time. I can't just leave her alone with them so they can do God knows what.

I'm going to save her. Please be okay, Elena.



guys... can you tell i love sibling plot twists🙈🙈🙈

HOW DID YOU GUYS LIKE ITTTTT now this is where things get crazyyy, sorry for the short chapter thoo

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