Chapter 2

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Hey guys sorry for the wait, I was with family for easter! Hope you had a good Easter or weekend if you don't celebrate it! <3

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POV: Angelo Ricci

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I step out of the car, and head into the warehouse. I'm Angelo Ricci, Don of the Italian Mafia. I had some business to take care of earlier, and now just heading into my office to get some paperwork done.

As I make my way into my office, I get a call. I don't know who is calling my personal phone, nobody but family knows this number.

I look at the number who's calling me, but I don't recognize it, fuck it I answer anyways it could be important.

"Hello? What do you want?" I say into the phone.

"Hi sir, are you Angelo Ricci?"This women says she sounds older maybe mid 30s-40s.

"Yes it is, can I help you? I'm curious now, first calling my personal number and asking who I am.

"Hi sir, I have some unfortunate news for you. Your mother Rose Anders has passed away, I'm so sorry young man." I'm shocked, I mean she ran away from my father and I never saw or heard of her since. My mom's dead. I don't know what to say, but I can't let my emotions show.

"Alright. Is there anything I can do?" Although I don't show emotions, she's still my mom. I will do anything for family.

"Actually, your little sister needs a caretaker, I seen in my file your father died due to an overdose. If you choose not to take her in I will have to send her into foster homes." I'm even more shocked, I have a little sister? Whats she like? Is my dad her father? I can't even take care of my brothers, how can I take care of a kid. But family is family, I will never leave this little girl in the hands of random people, even if she's not my fathers child she's still my mothers.

"Yeah, no I will take her in where can I meet you?" I questioned.

"Chicago, at the police station I will send you my location, and you just need to sign some papers then she can come home with you." The older women says.

"Okay, how old is she?" I want to know her age so we can be prepared.

"She just turned two sir." Oh wow, she's younger than I thought.

"Whats her name?"

"Elizabeth Hope Anders."

Fast forward...

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I walk into the police station, I flew down right away in my private jet after we ended the phone call. I haven't told any of my brothers, they can wait until I get her.

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