Am I finally free?

"Were going to do a drive by of your house so you can take just one last look." The officer said after the painfully long silence. I thanked him silent while keeping my gaze with the rain present on the window.

27. That's how many raindrops were sitting there, another 15 sliding down, down, down, until no more.

I had always found the rain to be a cure for everything. I remember sitting in my room, staring out the old, beat up window. I remember counting the raindrops to take my kind off of the pain.

pain.

Such a weird word. For most, pain is something that hurts them so much where they can't take anymore. But for me, pain was the way to tell me I was still alive. Pain for me, was telling me I wasn't getting out of this hell anytime soon.

"- to make sure you don't have any other family." Was all I heard from the front. "Sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you say?" I asked, barely even a whisper from the pain of my throat.

"We are going to the station get a DNA test, to make sure you don't have any other family." He explained again in a softer tone then the last time.

Family.

I was sure I didn't have any other family. And if I did, they wouldn't want the broken, damaged girl that doesn't have a future.

We arrived at the station where I was brought to a tiny ass office with a different officer who presented herself as Officer Brown.

She had stacks upon stacks of papers sitting in the corner of her dest and I couldn't help but think of what they were for. "Alright Kinsley Russo correct?" she asks, moving papers to get the right ones.

I cleared my throat, "Umm yea." Good lord i'm so awkward. I mentally face palmed myself. "Alright, so were going to ask you to follow us to where we can draw blood to see if we can find anyone it matches." The officer says rather calmly.

I nodded and she told me to follow her, leading me down hallways in which I thought were the same but apparently not.

The DNA test took no longer than five minutes and I had no clue they had even started until they said "done." I looked around confused but officer Brown shook my out of my trance and told me to follow her back to her office for the results.

I never had any clue the police station was this big. Sure i've seen about 10% of the people that work here in the past 10 years of my life. That's besides the point.

We made it back to Officer Browns office and I sat uncomfortably in the old wooden chairs that sat unevenly in front of her desk.

I got bored and counted the ceiling tiles in the room. 21 and a half in case you were wondering. Then I counted the floor tiles, but, before I got done I was interrupted by the test results I could care less about.

The look on Browns face told me I should be worried but I held my fear in until I heard what was happening. "Good news!" She said, lifting her worried face into a smile.

I nodded, focusing my attention on her to hear that I had nobody else but a foster home waiting for me. "You have family!"

what.

I shook my head, "I don't think- are you sure?" I asked. I was sure I didn't have anybody else. No other family. I didn't want family and I didn't want to go anywhere. "Yep. A father that has apparently been looking for you for forever, and 6 brothers that have also been looking for you." She said, feeling content with herself that she found someone for me.

Looking for me? How long has it been? I didn't even know I had family until just then. "Are you sure though? Like i've never heard about anyone else?" I asked, just to be sure. She nodded.

I froze. What if they didn't want me? What if I was a fuck up to them too. What if they were 10 times worse than my mother and stepfather. What if they hurt me like they hurt me.

"Kinsley," Brown says, snapping me out of my trance. "Huh?" I said, making eye contact with her. "Follow me." She says, getting up from her seat and motioning me to follow me.

We walked across the hall. It was a small room, perfect in size to take a break. "Why dont you chill out in here. Sleep, eat, whatever. Come back to me after you think about it ok. Your exhausted, I can tell." she said, shutting the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the small room.

Exhausted. But not exhausted like that. I'm exhausted from living, from fighting these battles alone. And now, I had to learn to adjust to 7 men. What am I getting myself into.

~ O F F I C E R B R O W N S P O V~

Reading the computer and finding out that she is the daughter to one of the most powerful mafias in the world was a little terrifying. Kinsley Sage Russo. The Mafia Princess.

Why had I not known that? Her features resembled all the ones I remember Marcus and Matteo to look like. The same brown hair and piercing gray eyes. The same freckles placed in the same spots. The same everything.

Except, this girl has gone through more in her entire life then these men have had in the past 3 years.

I had just called Kinsley out of my office because she looked exhausted. But not the exhaust from being tired. No, she was exhausted from fighting her inner demons. I saw it and I know she knows I saw it.

But that's not the only reason I had called her out. I had to be the one to make the phone call to break the news that Kinsley Sage Russo was found and is now an orphan.

I took a deep breath, picking up the phone, and dialing the number. God pray for me and the safety of my family.

~ M A R C U S R U S S O P O V~

I had just poured my glass of Bourbon Old Forester, taking a sip in which burned all the right places. This is my 521 bottle since my little girl was taken from us. 1 bottle has been bought weekly from the 521 weeks she has been missing.

It wasn't helping anything but my raging alcohol problem. Every time something didn't go to plan, I would bust the bottle out and use it to my demise.

I had set the glass in it's respected spot, opening my laptop to look at the stocks in which are thriving. And then, the phone starts ringing. Which is weird because my people know to not call me at this time. Ever.

I rolled my eyes, picking up the phone. "Speak." I said, sounding harsher than what I intended for. I heard a gulp from the other side. "Well." I said, waiting ever so patiently.

"Hello, this is Officer Brown from the Washington police station. Is this Marcus Russo?" A females voice broke from the other side.

"This is he. How can I help you, Officer Brown." I spoke with calmness, but I was pissed. The ice was melting in my drink by the second and it wouldn't be good for much longer. "I'm calling to inform you that your daughter, Kinsley Russo is in our possession. He-" "I'm going to stop you right there Officer Brown. See I know your exact location in which i'm going to send people to make you rot for this sick joke." I said, growing angry with the caller.

Ever since Kinsley disappeared, we've gotten these calls monthly, which shortly turned into daily. Every time, it was always people pretending to be a officer or a social worker. We weren't that stupid.

"Sir, I'm sorry but this isn't a jo-" and with that I hung up, not caring to hear anymore of the shitty joke. Kids and their jokes these days.

I picked up the glass, bringing it to my lips, but not before the phone started ringing again. "FUCKS SAKE." I yelled, throwing the glass at the wall. I picked up the phone, "What." I said sternly.

"Dad?"

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