Marissa Riva is the Italian mafia princess. She has been missing since she was 4. Kidnapped by her own mother.
The Riva family was mentally destroyed after her disappearance.
Then the father was gone too.
Leaving the six brothers with no hope, bro...
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"Do I really have to sit on a wheelchair?" I whined for maybe the eighteenth time?
"Yes for the last time!" Tony said pushing my wheelchair.
"I can walk—"
"Marissa! I am this close to call Blake to deal with your ass." Leo said shocking me.
"Didn't y'all hate Blake?" I asked.
"Before you came along, we didn't hate Blake, especially father, he loved Blake as if he was one of us. But then when we saw your relationship, we hated him. But we would choose him over Aaron every second of the day." He explained.
I would choose Blake over Aaron every second of the day too.
"Don't make that give you ideas, we're still mad about the whole Aaron thingy and we still don't want you to date Blake." Tony said. "At least not until you're old enough."
Progress?
I just nodded waiting to get home.
"Where's Lorenzo?" I asked.
"With Blake." Leo responded. "Doing business."
"Blake likes Lorenzo." I said.
"Lorenzo likes Blake too. At some point he cared for him as much as he cared for us." Tony said.
"Does your leg still hurt?" Leo asked.
"Not as much as when the bullet was in my thigh." I shrugged.
"If Blake didn't get the bullet out in time I—" Tony said but I cut him off.
"But he did. Shit happens. We move on."
"The way you were screaming— give me a hug." Tony said stopping the wheelchair and bringing me into a half hug because I am sitting down.
"I am sorry—"
"Shh. It's not your fault." He pulled away and smiled at me.
"Where are the others?" I asked.
"Well, Marcello is killing the rest of the American soldiers we captured, Matteo— I don't know and Sandro is home with our cousins and I think Josh and Grey are there too."
"Can you call Marcello and tell him to leave some killing to me?"
They both laughed at my request.
"Someone is enjoying being a murderer." Tony chuckled. "Do you know how many people you killed today?" I shook my head no. "29 and a half."
"And a half?"
"Yeah, you shot him in the chest and then Blake shot his head." Leo responded.
"How do you know?!"
"Your bullet is different from ours." Tony responded.
"Oh. Okay. Cool, cool." I muttered impressed. "What about Blake? How many did he kill?"
