Missing Mafia Princess

(15) Pissed

*Frederico's P.O.V*

I'm pissed. I would punch someone if I wasn't the boss . . . and my sister wasn't asleep across the room. Everyone is sitting in the circle of chairs we created aside from Luca so we shifted our circle around the bed. Usually I would begin by addressing everyone but everybody is so furious their all in a world of their own. Matteo and Dante death staring each other due to the hole in his hospital wall that Dante punched in. Can I blame him though?

'Can we kill him?' Gianni growls.

'Not yet' I explain, 'We need all the facts first like who else was involved, all those kind of things' Everyone nods in agreement.

'I have sent men out to get him and we'll store him in the basement. I don't want this shared with her, she's been through enough. Matteo said she should be here for the rest of the week and will get the chest tube removed in a few days time, if everything improves' I say formally addressing them all.

'I also want her monitored 24/7 with all the Russian threats going on I want to be sure one of you always have an eye on her' I say.

The Russian's have always been an enemy of our mafia in Italy, though they never put their hate to action though until recently. We've been receiving threats and they have been stealing our shipments. They managed to hack into our system Vincenzo managed to sort it out and change our passwords though no one in our mafia specializes in hacking/coding.

'I don't want to keep interrogating her too much so can I need all of you to ask her a few questions here and there' I announce.

I dismiss everyone. Gianni and Vincenzo leave to sort out the collection of Daniel. Matteo went to check on Alessia's condition and Dante just left, as did I.

*Matteo's P.O.V*

I'm checking over her vitals and progression as gently as I can.

'What sicko would do that?' Luca growls

'Their are a lot sick people out there. We know that better than most' I say though my thoughts were similar to his. 

'I know Frederico said to ask her some questions but when she wakes up maybe just watch a movie with her or something. The stress is really getting to her body so she needs time to debrief' I say my medical voice speaking but more my big brother instinct. He nods and agrees.

*** 

'You got him?' I ask Frederico sitting in his office.

'No. He's hiding, I sent Vincenzo and Gianni in person'  He snaps, clearly furious at the lack of decency. 

'What about his 'friends'?' I ask.

'We haven't thought too much about them we need more information from Alessia but I already have people working on potential suspects, which at this point is anyone roughly Daniel's age in the area' 

Suddenly Dante bursts in. A look of great bitterness swept across his face anger curled hot and unstoppable. He balled his fist and drove them through the wall . . . again. Nostril's flaring he moved from the door, fist clenched at his sides. I felt his anger rising, he slammed his hands down onto the table so hard the books jumped. 

'Hey! Relax ok?' I say slowly not wanting to tip him further over the edge. Ever since Alessia and our mother left he changed completely. He was furious he was doing anything that had a pulse. We knew he was on drugs and drinking way too much but anytime anyone tried to talk to him about it he'd go insane. Perfect for the Mafia. Deadly for the family. Everyone tries to cut him some slack he definitely took our mothers betrayal the hardest. In his rage he fails to listen to anyone sometimes even me, we have been the closest to each other. 

I grab his fist right before it blows the wall for the 3rd time today and drag him out of the office. He sits on the couch fuming for at least 10 minutes. 

'Te l'avevo detto che non era giusto' I tell him referring to his attitude toward Alessia. (Translation: I told you it wasn't fair)

'Non sapevo che avesse subito abusi, cazzo!?' He yells. I'm grateful we left the hospital before this. 

'Le ami anche tu?' I ask regretfully. It's awful I even need to ask this question let alone not even knowing the answer. (Translation: Do you even love her?)

He's silent but I know words are on the tip of his tongue and need coaxing out. 

' So che la ami, ma perche . . . tutto questo?' I ask motioning to him with my hands. (Translation: I know you love her but why . . . all this?)

'Perché pensavo che stesse semplicemente vivendo la sua vita migliore lasciandoci soffrire, ma era la sua sofferenza' He yells his voice wavering before he breaks down. (Translation: Because I thought she was just living her best life leaving us to suffer but it was her suffering)

'Lei mi odia' He cries as I hold him almost unsure of what to do. Dante never cried. Ever. (Translation: She hates me)

'No she doesn't. Trust me Dante I know hate. She's scared of you but you can fix that' I assure him though not a clue if he is listening or not. 

*Luca's P.O.V*

Alessia woke up a half hour ago and we settles on watching Moana another one of her childhood favorites. Mine too honestly not that I'd ever admit it. 

She's still her quiet self but her mood a lot lighter when we weren't talking about her past. 

'So what's your favorite color?' I ask her.

'Yellow' she says, 'But the nice yellow, you know?' She chuckles. 

'Yellow is my favorite too! What about Ice-cream?' 

'I haven't had it in ages but I think watermelon' she says quietly. I try to remind myself not to audibly gasp. The puzzle pieces all seem to be sliding together. The flinching, No Tv and lack of appetite. 

'Boring. Rocky road is way better' I puff out with a joking eye roll. 

'I should take you to get real  ice-cream once your out of this place' I tell her to which she laughs gently but I'm serious. I then look up to notice Dante in the room his face red and eyes swollen as if he  . . . was crying? Am I dead? Dante doesn't cry. Was he attacked by rabid bees? I can relate we had a huge nest in the backyard and I knocked it off the tree to see what would happen. Spoiler alert. they weren't happy. 

'Luca. We need a minute' Dante says in his firm tone but yet not angry.

Hi! This chapter was a little longer. Sorry if it was boring, it was a bit more slow paced but I figured we needed a exhalation period . . . or at least I did. 

I also just hit 1K ahhhh! Thankyou so much you guys 😭🤚🏽. Not me actually crying.

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