After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I whispered to his face.
I held him harshly by the collar of his shirt, his back against the wall.
Why on earth would he bring out Olive? No one is even allowed to think about my baby sister's name.
It's been over fourteen years since they stole her from us. Fourteen years since the Giordanos fell apart.
"My guys. They found something." Roman responded. His voice was quiet, well aware of the people around us.
I shot everyone a glare, still holding Roman by the neck.
They scattered away.
"I swear, Roman. If this is another false alarm..." I trailed, searching his face for anything that will tell me 'betrayal'.
I trust Roman with my life, and he knows more than anyone in our mafia about Olive's affect on my family.
I've known him since we were kids. His father was my father's second, and now he's my head of security.
He knew Olive. Those two years, God, everyone knew Olive. The first Princess of the Giordanos, she was everything.
And that's exactly what got her taken.
So when my most trusted man tells me he found something on her, it's hard not to get my hopes high.
"Take me to them, now."
°°°
"Don." They stood the moment I stepped inside the room. It's full of computers, a big screen on an entire wall. This is Roman's domain.
"Explain." I seethed. I'm sure my face is the definition of anger. If this is another dead end, I'm killing everyone in this room.
Judging by the fearful looks of Roman's team, they know.
A young woman shuffled to her feet, fixing her cat glasses as she approached the computer that controls the big screen.
"We first noticed it... Two hours ago." She said, glancing at her watch. She's typed rapidly on the keyboard, and I could see what she's doing on the screen in front of me.
She hacks into the NYPD data base.
"Noticed what, exactly?" I don't bother hiding my confusion, if Olive's on the line, I need to know everything.
Roman was the one to respond this time. "A change in the status of Olive's file we created when..." he glaced at me before continuing. "When she went missing."
Right when he finished, the woman stopped typing. Turning my head back to the screen, I saw a file with a set of fingerprints.
