Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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"Should I be asking yous' that?" I raise my brow as I remember how they were talking about how they were in their territory. Territory? The English Mafia come to Italy... HOLY FUCK! The Italian Mafia, that's the only way they could be in someone else's territory, so that means that my brothers are in the mafia? What the fuck?
"If you guys can stop glaring at one another we can actually get down to business and let me remind you, a move against the twins is a move against me, got it?" I spoke to the room, we were currently in my father, Giovani's office. All of us were in here, even little Sergio and my new cousin Talisa whom I'd heard of through the grapevine a few times before I came to live here, but never met.
It had taken me a while to be able to get everyone here in this room, it was a fight right from the store we were in. In the end, once I had told the triplets that we had business to talk about, they gave up fighting but held onto their gun in their waistbands the whole way to the car. On the way back they had called all the family, telling them simply that I knew they were in the mafia, it was me calling the meeting and that the English twins were here. I threw a knife at Rocco, poor guy didn't realise that the twins were with me and that they were not to be harmed. Pazza. He should have taken the look in my eyes as a warning.
(Crazy.)
Anyways that leads us to now, with my whole family dotted around the connected conference room in dad's office, it was huge and held us all. The room was a mix of curious, confused and angry eyes. What surprised me the most was the anger in Rocco's eyes and the flirty looks Crea kept on giving him. Damn, they needed their own room.
My thoughts got cut off by my dad, "What's the meeting for then picolla?"
(Little one.)
"I assume you've had shipments go missing as well as more of your men than you see as normal si?"I inquired. (yes?)
Mario turns to me with a knowing look crossing his eyes as he starts to connect the dots, "This have something to do with that german informant?" he more stated than asked.
I nod at him, "Aye, but it's bigger than you think and that's where Crea and Cruz come in."As I speak I'm abruptly cut off by Talisa who hasn't spoken one word to me yet. "It ties in with all of our past, present and future. Untold stories are surfacing, " She speaks and abruptly turns to Nia, "Secrets will come forth and all shall be set right."
I tilt my head at her, "Secrets can come forth, but the past cannot be undone, the dead stay dead while the living struggle to move on." She nods at me an uncanny understanding in her eyes. I like her.
"So you've brought us together with the English cazzo twins to what? Sit and eat crumpets and talk about what we already know? Get on with it." Dante spits. (fucking.)
Vin's face twists to face Dante, "Shut it, idiota." and then cuts to me, "You seem close with the twins and I can see the trust you have given Crea with Nia and that's good enough for me, so I assume you've got a huge revelation?"
