CHIARA ROMERO was kidnapped from her influential crime family as a child, growing up with no memory of her origins and an abusive home life. Raised in the streets of New York, she learned to fend for herself, becoming a fierce and brutal woman. At o...
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I sat in the living room with Alicia, she told me a little bit more about how she was adopted, apparently Giovanni found her on the street after she had run away from an abusive foster family. Sounds familiar. I didn't really understand how she was able to tell me this after knowing me for such a short amount of time, she was so... Trusting.
Anyway, after a little bit I decided to put the TV, I clicked on the F1 qualifying session, letting it play in the back as me and Alicia talked. "So what was it like in new York? I've always wanted to go" she adjusted her self on the sofa, laying back slightly to look at me, "it's nice I guess, not like the movies though, it can be a bit... Rough" I mutter the last part, "it's a nice place to visit but I, personally, didn't like living there, I'm not really a fan of the city." I say honestly, living in the city where dreams are made of isn't as nice as it seems, it's a bit of a shit hole.
"Fair enough, I don't think I could live in a city, they are so dirty and chaotic." I laughed while moving to open the French doors nearby, the wind hit my face as I looked at the Spanish countryside. It is quite beautiful. We're in Valencia, a city on the east Coast of Spain, I was named after it apparently. I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lighting it and inhaling a deep breath. I felt relaxed for the first time in ages. I turned back to the sofa, sitting back down and making myself comfortable.
Alicia checked her phone, presumably for the time, "god, they have been having their little Business meeting for ages. You'll get used to that though, at least I have someone to talk to now, usually I would be on my own." She ranted, she wasn't angry but I could tell she was slightly annoyed. Just as she finished her sentence I heard voices approaching from the corridor, I smiled slightly as they walked into the room, Diego instantly came to my side, sitting next to me. "You are my favorite sister" he mumbled as he slouched his head on my shoulder, I look at Marco confusedly, "we gave him an edible, dude is so uptight so we are letting him relax" he laughed and Carlos hit his shoulder, "you gave him an edible, I'm having nothing to do with it." He rolled his eyes.
"Who knows?" I question, they won't be able to hide the fact that Diego has turned into a fucking child. "Me, Santi, Carlos.. oh and Nico" Marco looked around the room, I could see some of my brothers through the arch way to the dining room, sitting at the table with the others. Marco looked back once he knew no one could hear him, "Alicia don't be a tattle tale this time." He glared at her as she laughed, "oh shut up, I only told because I thought Leonardo was going to die, what did you even do to him?!" Alicia defended her self, sitting up and glaring at him. "Right enough, I'm not getting involved with this" I stood up, walking into the dining room, being met by my other brothers, the morelli's and my father.
"hola cariño" (hi sweetheart) my father spoke as I walked in the room, "Hola a todas" (hi everyone), I went and sat in one of the free chairs, in-between Lorenzo and Dante. Lorenzo looked at me and then began talking Italian, little did he know it's one of the languages I learned after... Him. "papà quando lo diremo a chiara? non possiamo tenerlo all'oscuro per sempre." (Dad when will we tell Chiara? We can't keep her in the dark forever.) He seemed to have a slight sadness in his voice but it was quickly covered by his firmness.
