Me and my friends sit around the living room table, rolling blunts as Matias tells us about the newest girl he met at the club.

Lorenzo walks into the kitchen to grab a water and looks over at us. He gives me a quick nod before walking back out again.

"He looks like shit," Santiago says when he's fully out of ear range. It's true, he's wearing yesterday's suit and he has massive bags under his eyes.

See, even a couple of years ago Lorenzo would have whopped my ass for even touching weed but nowadays he's very slack with his rules. He doesn't even make us eat dinner together anymore.

We all have our ways of coping.

Lorenzo throws himself into his work, never letting his mind take a break because as soon as it's unoccupied thoughts of Darcy consume it.

Arlo and Dante committed their lives to the gym, working out until they're bodies collapse while Alonzo became one of the top five hitmen in the underworld, spending all his days looking for the next person to ruthlessly murder.

Gabriele and Luca now work under Lorenzo. Gabriele goes on back to back missions, constantly risking his life while Luca stays in the office and helps with the numbers side of things.

Angelo reacted worst of all, he refused to come home from that Villa in Spain for years, petrified that Darcy would return and not be able to find us. He eventually came back after we found out that she was dead but he's never around, choosing to come and go as a traveller.

Whereas me, I turned to drugs and partying with my friends to try and forget her.

The guilt was unbearable at first and I fell into a deep depression, refusing to leave my room. I attempted on my life one week after Darcy's funeral, unable to deal with the images of my baby sister, bloody and bruised on the floor of that cell.

I can't imagine what her final hours were like.

Santiago wouldn't leave my side after he found out. He's the heir of the Spanish mafia and we became good friends after his mafia tried assisting us in our ultimately pointless search for Darcy.

It was much more painful to lose her the second time around than it was the first. This time we actually knew her as her own person, we knew her sense of humour, her personality, her heart.

It's hard to forget her when there's constant reminders everywhere, her paintings and pictures of her are hung up everywhere and the thing she loved most of all is snuggling into my side.

I've been taking good care of Bear, he's extremely spoiled. It's the least I can do.

Our sesh is interrupted by a guard storming into the room. "Sir," He pants, clearly having ran here. I look at him expectantly.

"We have an intruder in the cells, who claims to have taken part in the murder of your sister," He finally gets out.

"So? They always claim-," Seb replies but is rudely cut off by the guard. "No you don't understand, they are very knowledgeable about the injuries Miss Darcy endured and they even mentioned the severed finger," He explained.

This caught my attention, causing me to sit up and put out my blunt. We never figured out who exactly it was that took part in Darcy's torture and we could never find the Russian's base in order to seek our revenge.

Nobody except us and some of our closest men, like my friends knew of the horrific injuries that we saw on that picture and fewer people knew about the finger.

My heart races as I stand up, thinking about the possibility of coming face to face with my baby sister's killer.

Santiago places his hand on my shoulder, silently telling me to calm down. "Get my brothers," I tell my four friends as I follow the guard out of the room.





Santiago and Nico filled us in on the situation as we all made our way to the basement, descending the blood covered stairs.

We enter the last cell where Romeo is waiting for us, tapping his feet impatiently. All eleven of us, including me, my six brothers and Romeo's friends stand menacingly around the suspect.

A girl sits in front of us limply, tied to the chair. Probably unconscious after another round of chloroform courtesy of our guards.

"See, she's one of Volkov's," Romeo reveals, pointing to her wrist.

Each Russian assassin has a barcode tattoo on their wrist, If it's scanned through the right software you can access all the information about them. Luca, being the smart one begins scanning the code.

"First name Sin, Last Name unknown, Age sixteen, Place of birth unknown, Ranking two." Luca lists off all of the information.

Sin, I've heard a lot about her in the underworld. She known for her efficiency and agileness while killing which is impressive at her young age.

I had respected her work but that all went down the drain the second I found out she was involved in my sister's death.

A guard soon returns with a bucket of ice water and hands it off to Gabriele who pours is over our unconscious visiter. She struggles in her restraints, being starved for air under her now soaking hood.

"What the fuck," Dante abruptly shouts, moving closer to the girl. We watch in curiosity as he examines her other arm, holding out his own and lining it up against the matching bracelet adorning the prison's wrist.

A look of utter rage and disbelief is plastered on his face as he comes to the realisation that not only did this girl kill his sister but she also stole her matching jewellery, now proudly sporting it herself.

Dante quickly delivers a hard punch to her stomach, causing her to groan as he lifted off the black hood.

The girl had her eyes squinted together, most likely irritated by the water as she mumbled under her breath, "Wow not the welcome home I was expecting," She chuckled.

Enraged that she was finding this situation amusing, Romeo begins screaming at her, "Listen here you piece of fucking shit-" His tirade is cut off when the girl opens her eyes, revealing one bright green on and one brown.

We all stand in silence, staring at her. Freckles adorn her nose and cheeks and her cute doe eyes are still there, but now they're filled with hatred and pain. She laughs at Romeo's astonished face.

"What, don't recognise me big brother?"