The Mafia's Little Prince

Three

✦⋆✦ Leonhart, age 13 ✦⋆✦

I rolled over in my single cell. The chief said I was lucky I didn't spend the weekend in juvie or some group home.

Lucky? Not only did the cops tackle me, but they thought I fled the scene because I killed my parents! Me!? Kill someone?! That's not in my blood at all! I could never hold a gun, or take a weapon, and want to harm someone.

They spent a while questioning me, but it was clear they wanted to label me as some troubled child. It was clear I was at school during the time of their deaths, yet they took their time trying to get me to stay I did something I didn't do.

Ass holes.

I did at least learn a few things on day two. Bella, this so-called case worker who came only once told me they located my family.

My family....

Not only was I so right about Mary and Kevin not being my real parents, but I had a real family out there! She never told me anything about them but said she had to see if they wanted me. Wanted? Was that even a word you use when it comes to family? Still...finding out I was kidnapped at the age of 2 was interesting. Who even kidnapped me? Was it the Brysons? Someone else?

"Mr De Luca." A guard opened my cell and I jumped up quickly. Oh, so apparently I'm a De Luca. Makes sense since the Brysons were not my real parents.

"Finally! I'm so hot in this cell, my balls are sticking t-"

My eyes go wide when a young lady and man appear behind the officer. I felt my face go red. Noted. I won't ever talk about sweat and where it was ever again. She held a slight smirk which made it worse.

She walked over and knelt down to my height. That's insulting...

"Leonhart. I'm Genevieve, your eldest sister. This is my husband, Lennox." She gestured to the man still in the door frame of the cell. "I spoke to the case worker who didn't really fill you in. Shall we talk over some lunch? Or well, late lunch since it's already after 2."

I raised a brow. I have a sister? And she's married! I would ask how old she is, but that might get me slapped....

♕°°♕ Genevieve POV ♕°°♕

I couldn't stop looking at him. I knew I was freaking him out by the way he kept side-glancing my way. I only found it cute. My little brother really sat before me.

"Do you have a phone?" When he finally spoke to me, I was probably a little too overjoyed. I nodded with a raised brow when he held his hand out. I handed it over since it's not my work phone.

He tapped the screen a little before holding it up and pressed to take a picture. He slid the phone back over and I saw his selfie.

"Now you can stop staring at me. Pictures last longer."

I wasn't smiling anymore. I put my phone away and looked at him unamused.

"Be respectful, Leonhart. I'm not only your eldest sister, but also your guardian. Now, do you want another sandwich before we go get tickets to get home?" He shook his head. "Out loud responses please," I spoke while watching him closely. He seemed agitated. I'm sure hes nervous. I just spent the first 30 minutes telling him about ALL of his sisters, brother-in-laws, and cousins. When he didn't respond I spoke harsher. "Leonhart!"