Emilia Morokov
★ A professional hacker who is determined to find out about her dark past.
However everything changes when her father is in need of help because of various attacks from another Mafia and she needs to help him.
But she doesn't know tha...
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Unfortunately, every amazing experience has to end someday. My therapist, texted me and told me that she needed to update my medication. I was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia which meant that I can't remember important information about yourself. These memories are often distressing or upsetting events.
Hence why I couldn't remember what happened and had nightmares.
Therefore, we had to return to New York to get that sorted out, so Paris was out of the question for the time being.
I could sent someone to get the prescription for me but my therapist told me that we had to do a last session before she decided and because the specific medication were not easy to get, she said to come as soon as possible.
Alessandro constantly said that there was no problem for him since he had already went there but I couldn't help but feel a little bad that I ruined our trip.
The jet landed back to the estate at 13:00 sharp and as we stepped out we were greeted by familiar faces.
"Ems! Finally, this whole mansion was tedious without you guys and by 'guys' I mean Emilia because you," he pointed an accusing finger towards Alessandro who I could feel was rolling his eyes already "are not fun"
I shook my head and met his cheeky grin as he trapped me in a bear hug
"We are siblings by heart, I know my biology!" He exclaimed with a small glare
"But do you?"
"Guys, come on now can we go inside? I am already tired from the flight."
"Fine, but if he says anything sarcastic again, I ain't staying with you."
"Sarcastic? I meant what I said. I doubt how you manage to survive."
"Fuck off!"
Luna, who I hadn't noticed was here because she hadn't spoken, chuckled and let a hand on my shoulder
"Let's go, I prepared lunch so we can all eat together. No point in arguing here when Ms Emilia is tired and probably Mr Alessandro as well." ___________________★★★_______________
I practically inhaled my plate in seconds, Luna's burged compared with no burger in the world, much less from take out.
The fries were seasoned, which I much appreciated, and they didn't go to watse that is.
"Luna, this is delicious! Not that your other dishes aren't that is."
We were all gathered in the dinning area, in Alessandro's wing so that we wouldn't have interruptions. That is, after I had to practically beg Alessandro to let Enzo join.
