Mine

Adrian

4 years later

I squint my eyes open, scowling at the sunlight escaping through my blinds waking me up at 6 am.

I turn around to somehow get some more sleep in before I had to leave for a meeting with the bratva.

The Russian Mafia.

We were getting closer and closer, which could really help us both in destroying the Italian mafia. Evangeline, had been at it for 3 years.

The italians had a hand in every shitty thing that went down in this world, and somehow managed to blame some other mafia every. single. fucking. time.

It had gotten annoying now.

"Alvaro! baja aqui, ilegamos tarde!" screamed my mother. It still didnt quite hit me that my name wasn't Adrian. The name change was way too much, along with other events that took place 4 years ago. I insisted they called me Adrian, it would be easier, but mom and dad would never listen. They said and i quote "we gave you that name thus we have the right to use it", I stopped trying to fight it after. It didnt matter much because only they ever called me Alvaro. No one else. It was a name reserved for family and I turned it into a boundary.
(Get down here, we're running late)

Olivia climbs up on my bed and licks my face as I smile at her, she was the only reminder I had left of the past, of everything, of her.

My heart sank at the thought of her.

She tore my heart apart, stomped over the pieces and left.

                                .  .  .

"Mom, I have to leave!" I exclaimed as my sweet mother put another pancake on my plate.

"Nonsense! Food first." She said leaving no room for argument.

My sister Isabella giggled, her laugh making me instantly happy. I didn't know how I lived without these people, specially her. The 19 year old girl meant everything and more to me and she didn't even know it.

I rolled my eyes and took another bite, my heart content. I had what I always desired, a happy, loving family. Yet somehow I knew deep down I would never be complete without her, and having her stopped being an option 3 years ago.

*3 years ago*
"Pa I love her! You don't understand-",
"Oh? Pray tell what do i not understand. This is stupid, its weak, your love is fake. You yourself told us that she left you twice, broken and bruised, shattered your heart into pieces and left you to pick up the remains! You cannot seriously tell me that you still want her despite that!"

"I do! Because i love her, shes all I can think about, all I want she's everything." My voice cracks at the last word.

"Alvaro," my mom starts her hand coming down on my shoulder in a comforting position, "my love, she hasn't once tried to reach out, if she truly was everything to you, you would be something to her, if you still believe that you want her, you leave us with no choice. We do not approve of her or your want for the relationship."

My eyes raise in question.

Pa starts "If you choose her, you lose us, the russian mafia, for good."

"Does losing the spanish mafia include losing you?" I ask, and mom nods.

My heart breaks even more than I thought it ever could.

The mafia meant nothing to me, my parents, that I was just starting to get to know, on the other hand, do.

I nod and get up from my seat.