"They say family is forever; blood is thicker than water. But what happens if all I wanted to do was kill my own family?"
A boy, Ace Moretti to be specific, was destined to be part of the family mafia. He had no other choice but to be in the mafia...
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- Ace Moretti -
"He's continued to spew up blood last night, so we have had to take him back to the hospital this morning. We don't know for how long or what for, but all we know is that he is back where he needs to be"
Lorenzo continued the same story I had heard for about the 5th time this morning as I continued to swish around my cereal in the bowl. I was less than interested in eating right now, but Lorenzo had dragged me out of bed for a gym session before breakfast.
He hadn't let his eye divert away from me or the bowl in front of me. I knew he knew I wasn't eating, and the only thing I was grateful for was that he wasn't openly outing me for it.
"Where is Vinny?" I heard Ingrid enter the room, her baby toy still in hand as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. She looked the cutest whenever she had just woken up, so I smiled a little as the little girl climbed up onto the chair beside me.
"No clue" I answered her question as the room had gone deathly still. I saw Ingrid look up at our other two brothers that were present in the room, Lorenzo and Blaze, so I looked up at the two of them, noticing Blaze's eyes drawn to Lorenzo's phone.
I quietly got up, walked around Ingrid and the bench top, to look at whatever the two of them were looking at. But as soon as I had taken a quick glance, the phone was turned off and put into Lorenzo's blazer pocket.
"Not for prying eyes" he then stormed out of the kitchen with a new ferocity that I had never seen him have since forever. "What was it?" I was so close to tackling Blaze to the floor if he didn't give me a proper answer.
"Nothing, just had to do with the business" I knew that it had absolutely nothing to do with the business, but two can play the lying game. It always has been played by two people.
"Ok" I hummed, before I reached over the bench to dump whatever I had eaten into the sink. "Just had to do with the business" I added, as I left my bowl in the sink, before I left the kitchen.
I was not going to let this be the end of the story. I knew there was more to it. I had seen an email open, with a photo of a girl. I didn't get a clear enough look, but I saw that it was addressed to the Moretti family.
The girl looked nothing like Ingrid, but more like the rest of us. Ingrid didn't look very much like us, more like our mother with the blonde hair and blue eyes.
But still, the email I had barely seen, sparked some interest into digging in all of these lies that I had been told over the past couple of days. They all revolved around the business that I was supposed to have fully been apart of when I turned 16, but that was when everything went south.
Now that my 18th birthday was around the corner, I would be sticking around to get myself involved in the business. Afterall, I had been trained for it.
