> “Suspect vehicle incoming. High probability it’s our guy.”
She signaled the team and melted into position behind a container.
But when the blacked-out car stopped and the door opened — her blood froze.
Lorenzo.
Her brother. Cold, precise, dangerous.
And here. In Boston.
He wasn’t supposed to be in the States. Not without telling Leonardo. Not without the Ferrari mafia clearing it. But he was here. Alone. Which meant one thing — he was hunting her.
A Breach of Fate
Lorenzo walked into the warehouse with silent intensity, checking corners. She moved fast, intercepting him before the rest of the task force could spot him. Pulling her mask slightly lower and changing her posture, she whispered:
Isabella
> “You're not supposed to be here.”
He stopped dead.
Eyes narrowing.
Voice low.
Lorenzo
> “...Angela?”
The air cracked with tension. Guns ready. Team waiting.
Isabella
> “No. Wrong girl,” she snapped, voice distorted through tech.
He took a step closer. She raised her Glock toward his chest.
Isabella
> “Leave now.”
But he didn’t flinch. Instead, his eyes filled with something terrifying — recognition. He saw past the mask. Past the armor. He saw his sister.
Lorenzo
> “No one else walks like that,” he whispered. “Not even ghosts.”
A Dangerous Choice
She pulled him into a dark corner, heart racing. If the team saw them, everything would collapse.
Isabella
> “You have two seconds to walk away before I shoot you in the leg and drag you out myself.”
Lorenzo
> “You think I care about the bullet?” he hissed. “You’re alive. You’re here. And you’re pretending to be someone else?”
Isabella
> “It’s not pretending if it’s survival.”
She was shaking — from rage but her grip didn’t falter
Isabella
> “You can’t tell anyone. Not Leo. Not Mama. No one.”
Lorenzo
> “I won’t.”
Isabella
> “Swear on me.”
Lorenzo
> “I swear on the grave we never visited.”
She turned sharply.
Isabella
> “Leave. I’ll contact you.”
Lorenzo
> “They said you were dead,” he muttered. “But I knew no one could kill a Ferrari like that.”
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POV: Lorenzo Ferrari
The moment she disappeared behind the containers, Lorenzo didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
His hands were clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms — the only way to convince himself this wasn’t another hallucination. He’d had those before. Dreams. Flashbacks. Visions in crowds. But this… this wasn’t a trick.
She had looked him in the eyes.
Angela Isabella Ferrari. His sister. Alive.
> “It’s not pretending if it’s survival.”
Her words echoed, even louder now in the silence.
She was here. In Boston. Wearing someone else’s face, someone else’s voice. Lying to the task force, lying to the world. Playing a game so dangerous it made his skin crawl.
And she pointed a gun at him.
His jaw clenched.
> She really did grow into a monster. Just like us.
But not like him. Not like Leo. There was something darker in her. Sharper. It scared him more than any enemy he’d faced in the field.
He leaned against the side of a building, hidden in shadow, trying to breathe.
His chest ached — not from fear, not from pain.
From hope.
From grief that had never gotten closure.
> You’re alive, and I’m still broken.
You’re here, and everything hurts more than ever.
He closed his eyes, head falling back against the cold brick.
She told him not to tell Leo.
That was the cruelest part.
He had spent years keeping their family together with duct tape and rage. And now she was back — and he couldn’t even tell them.
> What kind of brother would I be if I did? What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t?
But in the end… he swore on the grave they never visited.
Because she asked him to.
And even after everything — even after pointing a Glock at his chest — he would still choose her.
Every damn time.
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MAFIA QUEEN
Short StoryAfter the 3 sentries she is born, the only girl in the family. But they are not the ordinary people they are famous Italian Mafia. THE FERRARI FAMILY But they lost her because of the work they are in and because of their reputation. ************...
