Labyrinth of Desire

4 - Fake ID

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Angelina's POV

I think back to the letter sitting in my cupboard, the one my mother wrote me for my 18th birthday.

I fulfilled half of her quest, but the other half, I had put on hold until I found my family.

'I'm so sorry that I lied to you, my love... I hope this works out and you find out the truth. You managed to find me in Russia; I promise you will find me again, my sweet girl.'

I never knew what she meant by that, and it made me want to figure it out before I found my family.

But I knew my family was the priority; I haven't seen them in 6 years, and I don't even know if they remember me.

I have been in Italy for about 7 months. At first, I was in Campania, close to my family. I couldn't remember where they lived, and I didn't know if they had moved either.

Being in Naples was torture for me; it brought back memories that I couldn't deal with-memories that came with all the night terrors and sleepless nights.

FLASHBACK

"MAMA, PAPA! HELP!" I yelled and thrashed against the masked man who was carrying me to a black van.

"ANGELINA!" my father yelled, pulling out his gun in an attempt to free me by shooting at the men.

My brothers and mother came running behind him; Alessio pulled out his gun as well and started shooting toward the big men.

Alessio got one of the men in their back, and he fell to the ground.

"нет, брат, твоя семья заплатит за убийство маленькой девочки моего брата!" The man yelled at me in a foreign language (Russian: NO! Brother! Your family will pay for killing my brother little girl!)

As I kept thrashing and screaming, he threw me into the open van and dragged his friend as well.

When the van started moving, he put a cloth over my mouth, and when I smelled the cloth, it made me fall asleep.

END OF FLASHBACK

I found one of my mother's places in Sicily to keep my distance from home for a bit while continuing my search.

I was still on high alert even though it was an 8-hour drive from Naples to Sicily.

Initially, I got here in just under an hour when I used my mother's private jet.

The Mafia life isn't a joke; I'm in the territory of the King of all Kings, Leonardo Rossi, and I can't afford to be seen, as Angelina or as Amara.

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When My mother passed away, I inherited everything she had-every cent, every possession, and every property she owned all over the world. It was all put under my name.

Her shared bank accounts belonged to my father, but her global ones were mine.

The ones that belonged to the leader of the mafia never had much in them anyway.

She never invested, and her cousin spent most of it on gambling and getting himself into debtful situations.

The Spanish mafia had a net worth of about 20 million US dollars 2 years ago; now I had it at 60 million US dollars.

I invested all over the globe; I had my own legal companies like restaurant branches, hotels, apartment buildings, hospitals, banks, and personal properties.