|Book 1 in Dangerous Mafia Series| Please read this first|
A girl who has secrets and thoughts darker than most.
A boy who will be the leader of the most powerful Mafia in the world.
A past of heartbreak and pain.
Brooklyn Lilac Russo grew up lea...
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I stare over the map on the desk in my father's office. Rodrigo and my father talk about where Brooke would go once she got into the woods.
"She would try to get to the nearest road and ask for a payphone to call us. She was trained how to react in a situation like this. I made sure she had to go through a similar situation before I allowed her to go onto the field as an assassin. She handled her assignment perfectly, and I know that is what she will be doing," Rodrigo tells my father.
My father wrinkles his nose at the thought of a woman getting herself out of a problem by herself with no help from any male in the mafia to which she has access too.
"We have not done anything since he called us less than thirty minutes ago. We need to get our men out into those fucking woods to look for her. We should have a group of 8 or 9 men to find the location of the crash site. They can search for any hidden message Brooke might have left behind," I interrupt glaring at the two men who after we rushed in here talked about what Brooke is or is not going to do.
My father glares at me just as Rodrigo's lips lift in a proud tilt before turning to my father. "Your son is a smart boy Fabian. You should place the crown on his head sooner instead of it being on your graying balding head," he tells my father.
"Russo you have no business in me and my son's affairs," my father growls at him. "Why don't we just give your daughter to the Diaz boy since he seems more proactive in looking for her than we are."
My hands turn into fists just as the light in Rodrigo's eyes go out and rage trickles in. "Morelli I would watch your mouth before someone decides to kick in some of your rotting teeth for not caring about your future daughter-in-law," Rodrigo hisses.
My father pours his 4th glass of whiskey in the last 30 minutes that we have been in this room. A knock comes from the office doors and Petro a loyal soldier to my father comes in with his hands clasped behind his back.
My father looks up and smirks at Petro with an underlying look of fatherly love. I shift on my feet as I look between both men who seem oddly familiar with each other.
"What news do have for me boy?" my father asks making his facial expression go blank.
"Mr. Morelli, I told my men to go out and relax for the rest of the night as you demanded of me," he tells my father while glancing at me before moving his eyes back to my father.
I study the man my father likes to have gone on missions instead of his own son and I compare the two. Petro has brown eyes just like my father. The bone structure around his face looks slightly similar to my father's. His nose and hair color is exactly like my father's.
I blink back my surprise at the realization that my father birthed a bastard who is now standing in front of me looking at my father with a father and son bond showing between them. A bond that my father and I will never have and never will.
