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Chapter 22: Nonna is Home

"Family isn't defined only by last names or by blood; it's defined by commitment and by love. It means showing up when they need it most. It means having each other's backs. It means by choosing to love each other even on days when you struggle to like each other. It means never giving up on each other." -Dave Willis

Leonardo POV

I watched as my family's cars drove down our driveway. I waited until both of the cars were out of view before I headed to our rather large library that's on the first floor. Going directly towards the bookshelf in the far left corner, quickly scanning through the books on the third shelf. 

Until I finally saw the book I was looking for, The Name of the Rose, as I pulled the book back the bookshelf opened revealing the stairs that lead to the basement. Stepping onto the first step I looked back pulling the secret door back to its original place.

Our house was brought into the Romano family centuries ago in 1905, by our great-great-great-great-great grandfather, Paolo Romano. As the story goes he built up our, now famous, Italian mafia from the ground up. Back then mafias were still relatively new to the world yet even the idiots knew to fear mafias. As the money that our grandfather earned from the mafia grew he decided to spend some of the money in different parts of the world, such as, the United States of America. He bought this very house. And like all his other houses he added secret passageways just incase the house were to be invaded.

Even after all these years the house has remained intact, although as the times have changed the house has gone under renovations to be accustomed to those changes. No matter, when our great-grandfather wished to expand the business into other countries he came here to this house to stay. While in this country he built up the respect of the Romano name and built our family business known as Romano Incorporated. Ever since then our family has been migrating between spending time in America, Italy, and other countries.

However, we do spend most time in America especially since mom and dad got married. A marriage that ended in the merging of both the American and Italian mafias.

The coldness of the basement finally started affecting me as I got closer and closer to the end of the staircase. Still even though I was cold, right now, I couldn't bother to show it nor give a shit. As I know once I finally hear the screams of the bastard that hurt my sorellina, all of my troubles will just melt away. (baby sister)

I stood in front of the cell door that currently has the bastard inside of it. Without much of a second thought I walk into the small cell that has the bastard chained to a wall with our torture equipment on a table right next to him. Unknowingly a sinister laugh leaved my lips just from the sight of him.

"How do you do, Bastard? It's a lovely morning, don't you think?" I ask with malice in every word.

"Mr. Romano it would be in your best interest to let me go, my people won't take kindly to their leader being taken captive for no reason." The bastard announced with a croaky voice. Did he just say no reason? Honestly, how stupid is he?

"I must of just misheard you because I think I just heard you say that we have no reason to have you here. Even if I were to look over the ruckus you caused yesterday. Surely you remember, locking my sister up in your basement, starving my sister while she was under your care, hurting my sister with your hands, and letting your friends do unspeakable things to my indifesa sorellina." (defenseless baby sister)

With each word his eyes seemed to wide more and more. His face paling to the point of ghostly. "Y-you m-m-mean that-that she's your actual s-sister. N-no that can't be true she was in the s-s-system." He stuttered out nervously.