Street Sixty Four.

Chapter 12.

There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same.
~Maroon 5.

"We know." Milo said gaining a confused look from Elora and a look from Matt who was now sitting up against the wall.

"Well, he's going to kill me after this, but I feel like you need to know some stuff." Milo said and it looked like he was choosing his words very carefully.

"Okay. So?" Elora said patience now being a foreign word to her.

"So... Carlos, um works for the Italian Mafia." He stopped letting the information sink in.

"No fucking ways." Was all Elora said before falling on her bed. "Was he out of jobs or something?"

"I don't really think so. I don't know." Milo said his mind wandering off.

Elora suddenly gasped as if just realizing something. "My God. No no. Wait? Is that even possible? I had just thought that it would be a possibility....." She muttered to herself leaving the two of them in confusion.

"Mind explaining?" Matt, for the first time spoke. His voice was deep, and surprisingly calming.

"Um... I don't know... Well... I was thinking that if you know that Carlos works for the Italian Mafia then you either work for them too or..." She paused before completing her sentence, "A part of the Italian Mafia."

"Aren't you just smart." Milo said with a smirk on his face while Matt didn't seem very pleased.

"So...? Is it true?" Elora said sitting back up and folding her legs on the bed. What if it was true?

"We are the American Mafia." Matt said and Elora turned to him in a way to elaborate.

"Now do I have to tell you everything?" Matt said as a groan followed.

"Apparently Matt, I have no idea how any of this shit is related to me, so yeah. You do have to elaborate your highness." Elora said. She should've been scared to death that she was in the presence of the American Mafia, the second biggest Mafia in the world, but something told her that they were good. That the were stuck in the same shit as her because of the same issue. And that maybe she would get some answers.

"Fine. Milo will tell you." Matt said turning to Milo.

"Oh so that Leo can kill me and not you? Yeah sure." Milo said with a scoff.

"Well, you were the one who opened that big trash hole of yours. So yes. Leo should kill you. Not me." Matt said pointing his finger at his younger brother.

"But that's not fair Matty!" Milo whined which made Elora want to laugh but she tried to hold herself back only to fail by letting out a chuckle and then clearing her throat. And still gaining a glare from Milo. "You're the older one Matt. Take some responsibility." Milo said.

"Yeah sure Milo." Matt said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"As much as this is interesting, mind elaborating stuff?" Elora said looking at the both of them.

"Fine I'll do it." Milo said leaning back on the wall and closing his eyes. "I don't know all of it though. And some parts I feel like Carlos should be the one explaining it not me. So, me and Milo are the part of the American Mafia. If you're wondering then, I'm the youngest one. We have five older siblings. Leo, he's the oldest one being 26. Then comes Anna. She's 25. Then Allen, 25 too. They're twins. Then Alexander, 24. Then Emilio, 23 and Matt, he's 22 and then me. We're the same age. 20. We're allies with the Italian Mafia. They're basically and literally family. We're the American Italian Mafia. So we're connected. Our mother is from the Italian Mafia and then you get the rest. So that's how we know them. Carlos has been working with us for a long time. Before he even met your mom. There's something I cannot tell you..." He sighed. "It's something Carlos should. And no matter what, you might hate us after that. As you should actually." He sighed again shaking his head. "Anyways.... The reason we're here, is because the Russian Mafia wants some information and since they knew that we wouldn't do it, they got Carlos out of prison. They captured him too. But when they understood the fact that Carlos wouldn't say anything they thought that punishing you, would so some good. Clearly nothing is working out. And I don't really know why I spoke about my siblings."