Ghost

5

Since when do I have a grandfather?? 

Everyone has at least two, dipshit... 

Right.... 
But I've never heard of him, why now? 

"How do you know my grandfather.... and how does he know about me??" I am so confused right now but I invite the stranger in. 

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Luca Petacci. I am an old friend of your grandfather and also his lawyer, I have been searching for you for a while." 

He hands me the envelope and I read it silently: 

My dearest Avery, 
I hope you have been well and your father has been treating you well. My son can be quite hot-headed sometimes. 
I can recall, the last time I saw you, was a month after your second birthday. You were so cute with your short hair and beautiful bright eyes. If you are reading this letter, that means I have died and you have just turned 15... happy birthday my little panda! 
OK. Now to the important part... 
So... I knew you became the Spanish Mafia Don at the age of ten and that no one knew your face, bla bla bla... 
The Italian Don, Enzo Corleone and I were like brothers, so, you might hate me for this, but on your eleventh birthday, Enzo and I signed a contract that you and his son Matteo Corleone would marry when you are 18, since he is two years older. I haven't told them about your position, only your name and that Matteo would marry you. 
My dear friend Luca will be your right hand man. I know you already have one in your mafia but Luca will help you in things concerning the Italians, I trust him with my life and I am sure he will grow on you too... 
I love you little panda! 
Your granddad, 
Carlos Garcia 

WTF... 

I'm arranged to marry MATTEO CORLEONE?!?!? Seriously??? 
First, he isn't in control of the italian Mafia yet, his father is still the Don. 
Second, who the hell says I want to get fucking married when I'm 18... maybe I want to stay the hot single sibling, cause to be honest, I am the only one with good looks here! Facts. 
And third, why the hell would i marry into that strange family?  

Luca looks at me concerned when I just stare at the paper without saying anything but stays quiet to let me process this new information. 

I am suddenly awoken from my frustration at this old dead man called my grandfather by someone clearing their throat behind me. I turn to see all my brothers glaring behind me at Luca. 

"What's on your face?" That is a stupid question Oliver. 
"Beauty" I say as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But it's true... 
"No Av, you look like you've seen a ghost." I raise my eyebrow at Thomas as he recalls his words in his head. I see a ghost like every bloody day... in the mirror... 

I roll my eyes, "What do you guys want?" I'm quite annoyed right now... they ignored me last night on the way home and this morning, and now they're acting like overprotective, caring brothers?! Not in my house! 

"Who's that?" Alex asks sternly. 

"None of your business." 

"What do you have in your hand?" 

"None of your business." 

"Why won't you tell us?" 

"Cause' it's none of your business." 

I can see the annoyance clear in Diego's face, "Avery, just because yo-" 

"Just because what Diego?" I answer as if spitting venom at them, "Just because you know who I really am, doesn't mean I can't talk back? Was that what you were going to say, Diego?" I chuckle darkly and everyone takes a step away from me, even Luca. "You all ignored me since last night where you tried to steal my shipment! I mean, what kind of stupid gang are you leading that you come up with the genius idea to try and steal from a fucking mafia, especially the most powerful mafia ever. Are you on a suicide mission or what? Stop pretending like you care and maybe try to train your men properly, even my weakest man could take yours down."