The lost mafia princess

Chapter 35

ADRIAN'S POV

Where is she?

My nails automatically find their way to my mouth again as I worry about how long Alina is taking.

It's been 8 long minutes. I haven't seen any sign of her, even thought we saw some of her other teammates leave already. They all had smiles on their faces so I didn't see any cause for concern.

I'm about to go searching through this whole building for Alina, yet I'm distracted by a commotion that has started from below us.

It's seems to have garnered the attention of my whole family as we all watch as two men, well one man and one teenager start shouting at each other below the stands

I think nothing of it until my ears perk up as I hear my sisters name come from their mouths.

I race down the stairs, my family behind me as I make my way to the men.

Who the hell are these people and how do they know my sister?

I've never seen them in my life.

My family stand behind me as we look onto the men who seem to be in a heated argument.

One of them is holding a greasy bag full of something, with a really tight grip.

I clear my throat loudly to try and garner their attention, yet they are in such a world of their own they don't hear me.

I squint at them, as I clear my voice again, yet it's overpowered by my dads who was much louder than mine.

Show off.

At that sound, both of their heads swivelled towards us, their eyes growing wide as they take us in.

I guess it is quite daunting having 8 people stare at you when a minute ago they weren't there.

They stare at us wearily.

"Can we help you gentlemen, and lady" the younger of the two asks us.

I see dad in the corner of my eye about to start up a conversation, but I don't have time for that.

I cut him off to get straight to the point.

"Who are you and what's your connection to Alina?" I ask them with a murderous face.

It works as they gulp in nervousness.

"Who's she to you guys? We don't spill information on private matters to strangers" the older man tells us.

I will say, I respect the wariness.

"We're her family, your turn" I tell them.

Their eyes grow wide as they realise who we are.

"We both used to work in the diner Alina worked at. We remembered that she mentioned she had a gymnastics competition coming up soon so we came to support her. Is that a crime?" The older of the two asks.

Ahhhhh. Alina's co workers. I remember they called her on the first night, when she came back to Italy with us.

"You're a little late, aren't you?" Matheo asks, indicating to the almost empty arena.

The couple both scratch their necks in awkwardness before they make eye contact and start screaming over each other again.

"STOP IT! Please!" Mom shouts at them.

"Tell us your side of the story, one by one, you start" mom tells them starting with the old man.

He gives the boy a dirty look before starting to spill his guts.