Labyrinth of Desire

11 - Infuriating

Angelina's POV

I explain to my father and brothers what happened to me in Russia, and how my mother and I reunited.

I tell my father how she told me that he gave up on looking for me after a while and that she had to find me herself.

My father looks hurt and my brothers are taken aback

"Angelina, to this day, I still have my men in over 30 countries looking for you; I never gave up on you," My father tells me, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Your mother said she had a lead and convinced me to let her find you herself. After a long time of not hearing back from her, we thought she was dead, and we thought you were both dead, but I never stopped looking, there was always something telling me that it wasn't true"

I look at the five faces around me in shock.

My mother lied to me.

Was it so that I could take over the mafia without my father's protest? The mafia, I couldn't tell them yet. Shit, I have to, it was mother's order.

"She died two years ago. She and her cousin were in Madrid. I wasn't with them that day, if I was, I would have been killed too"

"By who?" Matteo asked

"I don't know, but just over a year after she was killed, I moved here; I've been in Sicily for 7 months trying to find you guys; she told me to find you before she died," I lie, leaving out the part about the Albanians.

"We're just glad you're back, Lina; I mean, you're nineteen now. We missed out on seven years of your life" Julio adds.

"Yes, I'm so glad to have you back darling, but where have you been living?"

"I have been in one of Mama's apartments, she used to stay there before you and she met," I say

"I'm so sorry you had to go through what you did. You have us now, Angelina. You're old enough to decide what you want to do with your life, but you are always welcome back into our home; after all, it's yours too, and Leo's if he allows you," Alessio says to me, laughing lightly, looking at Leo for his approval.

"Yeah, whatever," Leo replies, seeming uninterested, but I know he's listening to every word.

Right here, ladies and gentlemen, we have found ourselves an observer, just like myself.

"We're only going back to Calabria in a few months; you can come back with us if you would like to; we want to keep you safe; there may be people looking for you." My father says.

"I have a few things to take care of here before I decide if I want to move. I have a job that takes up a lot of my time. I'm never usually home in any event," I reply and my father raises an eyebrow

"What do you do for a living? " Julio asks me out of curiosity.

"I have my own business, back in Spain, but I work internationally too," I shrug

"Wait what?" Matteo asks

"I have people back in Spain who help me out, but I've been running it from here for the last few months, I go back and forth"

"What do you do?" my father asks me. Do I tell them about it? Fuck, I have to. I tell myself silently.

I look at everyone's faces in the room, waiting in anticipation for me to speak while Leo moves a glass of what seems to be whiskey toward his lips.

"Here goes," I say under my breath.

I let out a short breath.

"Irulethespaishmafia," I say really fast, scared to see their reactions