DILARA'S POV: I try to reach my lower back and clean my wound with the rubbing alcohol but I'm unsuccessful.

'Come on,' I mutter, trying again.

The door to the bathroom opens and Adriano stands infront of me.

His hair is messy and the first five buttons on his shirt are unbuttoned. His Sleeves are rolled up, exposing his tattoos.

I pull down my shirt and start cleaning up my mess.

'Let me help,' he says.

'I'm fine.' I reply tonelessly.

'Stop being stubborn,' he mutters walking closer to me.

He picks up the rubbing alcohol and pulls up the bottom of my shirt and cleans the wound.

'About last night,' I start.

'Don't stress about it, it would've been on my conscience if you died out there.' He replies.

I look down at his hands and his silver wedding ring shines in the light.

'I can do the rest myself,' I say.

I grab a bandage and wrap it around my torso. Adriano's eyes go down to the one around my wrist.

'What happened to your snake tattoo?' He asks.

I open up one of Mimi's draws and take out her makeup wipes.

'Makeup,' I explain, wiping some of it, exposing the black tattoo.

'You know you don't have to cover it here' He says.

'I want to,' I reply, cleaning up all the bloodied tissues. 'I'm not part of your mafia anymore.'

I walk out, leaving him alone in the bathroom. While I make my way to my room and Jasmine stops me.

'How can we trust you?' She asks.

'I haven't killed anyone yet,' I shrug.

I go to walk away but she calls me back.

'How was he?' She asks. 'How was D.D?'

'You didn't know his name?' I turn around to her.

We figured out shortly after Adriano's 'death' that Jasmine was a member of The Ravens before we found her.

'No, he kept himself hidden even to me.' She says. 'And he treated me like a daughter.'

'He spoke to me normally, probably because I'm his granddaughter.' I shrug.

I didn't think he kept any secrets, but clearly he kept many. Especially from me.

'And Christianto?' She asks.

I freeze.

'They're both assholes.' I mutter. 'You're better off without them, we both are.'

She gives me a small smile.

'Dilara, I know some of the stuff you might've been through, you can talk to me if you want.' She says quietly. 'I've been through the same.'

I eye her suspiciously and she sees it.

Jasmine turns around and lifts her shirt and I see the exact same scars that are on my back on hers.

On one of her shoulders is a burn mark of a circle with wings in it.

The Raven crest.

After my inheritance ceremony that crest would be planted into my skin forever.

'Torture?' I ask

She shakes her head.

'Training,' we both mutter together.

She went through the pressure of proving herself to Dominico before me. She was even younger than me and she took it all.

All the training to prove you wouldn't break under torture. The inhumane screams.

Everything.

'I'm so sorry,' I mutter.

Seeing that I wasn't the only one to go through this relaxes me a tiny bit. But the fact that many people younger than me have had this happen to them puts an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

'He promised me the place of heir.' She explains. 'But dropped me the second he heard you were in California.'

'I'm so sorry Jasmine.' I mutter. 'You were so young.'

I remember seeing her for the first time in that alleyway, bruised, dirty and vulnerable.

'I'm happy I left when I had the chance.' She mutters smiling up at me. 'And I know I haven't been the most trust worthy.'

I stop her before she can say anything and pull her into a hug.

'I promise you, Dominico will never lay a finger on you ever again.' I say, stroking her brown hair.

I see Matteo behind her and he just stares at me.

I let Jasmine go and she smiles up at me.

'Thank you,' she mumbles.

She walks to Matteo and he drapes an arm around her shoulder.

************ Someone knocks on my bedroom door.

'Come in!' I say.

'Dilara we've gotten some news about the DNA test,' Amira explains.

I immediately follow her to the living room and everyone stands there watching me.

'What is this about?' Matteo asks.

'We ran a DNA test between me and Vittoria,' Adriano explains. 'Between the three of us and Vittoria.'

'Why?' He narrows his eyes.

'Because if what Dilara is saying is true, then we have a huge problem here.' Terzo replies.

Adriano opens up the envelope and his face hardens. I spot Fouzia staring at me from the corner of the room but ignore it.

Alessandro grabs the paper off him and reads it. Mimi's face tells me that the results aren't what they hoped for. She rocks Rory in her arms and looks at me.

'There's no way,' he mutters.

Matteo takes the paper of him, concern etched onto his face.

'This has to be fake,' he says.

I walk over to him and take the paper out of his hands.

Adriano - inconclusive Matteo - inconclusive Alessandro - match

I put the paper on the table and everyone takes turns reading it. Amira pales and looks around shocked.

'Do you believe me now?' I mutter.

'If Vittoria isn't my real mum, then who is?' Matteo asks.

Adriano looks at me and I see something in his grey eyes.

Pain?

'My mothers dead,' he mutters. 'And so is my father, isn't that right Dilara?'

I nod slowly.

'That's what Dominico said.' I reply.

'What do we do now?' Alora asks.

'We can't let her know that we know.' Terzo says. 'She'll kill us all.'

'She can't.' I say. 'Not all of us.'

'What do you mean?' Lorenzo asks.

'Adriano is still the rightful heir, whether or not Vittoria is his mother.' I explain.

Adriano puts his head in his hands and lets out a breath.

'So you're not really my brothers?' Matteo asks.

His expression hasn't wavered, but I know deep down he's hurting. Jasmine puts a comforting hand on his arm.

'You're my brother,' Alessandro says. 'Both of you are.'

'He's right, it may not be by blood, but we all went through the same shit and we only ever had eachother.' Adriano replies.

'Brothers,' Matteo mutters.

'We got results about Blondie too,' Zoya says.

'She's in Ironwood State Prison.' Alora explains, fiddling with her purple hair. 'And her name is Eliza Bianchi, she's 38 years old.'

'We need to pay her a visit .' Xuan says. 'And soon.'

'Do you think she'll cooperate?' I ask.

'She doesn't have a choice.' Lorenzo replies, crossing his arms.

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