Chapter 2

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*Giovanni's POV*

Tears roll down my face as the clock strikes midnight.

I run to the bathroom and wash my tear stained face. Dead eyes stare back at me. My mouth is not in the normal smile that everyone sees everyday. My hair is messy and dirty, and my face pale.

After staring at myself, I decide that I must go now, before my sister and brothers wake up, before even the sun wakes up.

I grab the keys from my bedside table and quietly walk out of the house and to my Alfa Romeo. Rap begins to play, but I turn it off, leaving myself in silence with my thoughts.

Two hours of driving, and I finally arrive.

I get out of my car that is still running and walk through the wet grass. The car stays running for three hours, while I sit and cry in the wet grass.

I return home and Mateo asks me to help Angela watch their daughter as Stefano, Mark and himself go to check on one of the clubs that we own.

"Do you want some," I tip my glass towards Amara who is playing with her toys on the floor.

"No I think her apple juice is just fine," Angela says from the kitchen. She and Maria make dinner for the whole Mafia house. The delightful smell fills the air.

I get up and grab Amara, holding her against my hip. As I walk towards the kitchen to steal some food from Angela, my phone begins to ring. Lollipop by Lil Wayne blasted through my phone speaker. The screen reads Teo and I quickly set Amara down and answer the phone.

"Gio quick," Mateo yells. He quickly tells me that someone had stolen our shipment over at the east dock. Stefano tells me to at least get a physical description of who stole the shipment so that he can track down whoever stole our stuff, with his sciency, techy shit.

After quickly explaining what is going on to Maria and Angela, I am out of the house and to my car that is parked in the middle of the driveway.

I drive the car single handedly as I grab two guns from the glove compartment and load them with ammo. After two minutes of my reckless driving, and almost hitting two trees, a pedestrian and a duck, my car comes to a complete stop. The crate in which our ammo and weapons usually arrive in, is broken and empty.

"How did they know the box was full of guns and ammo? What if the box was full of pink dildos?" I think out loud as I step towards the box.

"It was most definitely not full of pink dildos."

Immediately, I turn around to face the deep feminine voice that replied to my sudden outburst. A dark red masarati greets me. Inside, a woman with long, dark brown hair. The lower half of her face is covered by a black neck warmer. Her light blue eyes stare holes at me as I realise that she was the one to steal out weapons and ammo.

Before a word even escapes my lips, the car is gone, in it's place, a cloud of dust. In a split second, I am in my car, going 80 mph, attempting to catch up to the lady-weapon-stealer.

I smoothly swerve in and out of busy lanes. Horns sound all around me and Italian curses full the air. The red Maserati takes an illegal right turn and I follow suit. I push the gas petal causing it to lay flat against the ground of the car. Luckily because of the updates and extra boosters that Gabby and Ella added to my car, help me catch up to the dark red car. I turn into the next lane so our cars are parallel to each other.

I roll down the window and wave my hand, signalling for the dark haired girl to roll down her window.

She doesn't roll down the window but instead she holds up her middle finger to the glass so that it is visible. Her long dark nails against the car's window.

"I really don't care about the guns, I just want-" I yell but get cut off by the red car gone. I look at the rear view window and see the red car. Due to her sudden and aggressive braking, she gets the upper hand. I try to catch up to her but ended up loosing her, so instead of going home empty handed, I buy a cake.

By the time I get home, half of the cake is gone.

It wasn't me.

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Author's Note
-just wanted to say thank you for all the love and support
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