The Loved. The Lost. And The Forgotten.

Prologue

~Salvatore~

I'm currently outside the office of the most feared mafia boss in all of Italia. We just came back from a job that didn't go as planned, aw who am I kidding? it went to complete shit. Anyway I am about to knock on the door of the office I take deep breaths to calm my nerves. There are two reasons as to why I don't want to knock: 1 because I really don't want to be here in the first place. You are probably thinking 'wow this guy is a major pussy', but you see I know that il capo is pissed and when he is pissed you really don't want to be the one that he is pissed at, unless you have a death wish or something (which I don't). And 2 just because il capo of the most feared mafia in Italia is my dad doesn't mean I am exempt from his wrath. Oh yeah did i forget to mention that il capo is my dad? Oops must have slipped my mind since ya know i'm about to get the ass beating of a lifetime. And don't go thinking that my dad is of the deadbeat abusive kind, no he isn't that at all. He jus-

"Sal!" Lucca whisper shouted, snapping me away from my thoughts. "You've been staring at the door for two goddamn minutes! Are you going to knock or what?" Lucca has been my best friend since we were kids we are close, he is like a brother to me. In fact all of these guys are like brothers to me, these four guys I call my best friends are all like the brothers i never had. You're probably wondering who the hell I'm talking about right now huh? Well let me introduce you to them then. Before you I present Lucca, Vincenzo, Marcelo, and Nicolo with these guys I've been in some pretty deep shit, kinda like the deep shit I- I mean we are in right now. I'm grateful that they are here beside me and that they have my back just like I have theirs...not that I will ever tell them that to their faces, I don't think that their bodies would be able to handle an ego boost like that.

"SAL!! Stop Fucking stalling and knock on the damn door!!" He said with his voice a little over a whisper.

"Well if you are in such a rush why don't you knock on it yourself!?" I shot back trying to keep my voice low while giving him a look of annoyance. I took a step back and gestured him to the door with a smirk on my face, because I knew that he wouldn't actually do it.

He looked at me and at the door with wide eyes before he quickly composed himself, then scoffed. "Yeah right like I'm going to knock on the door after what happened today." We just stood there staring at each other and at the door, neither one of us making a move to knock on it.

"Oh for fucks sakes! Sal just knock on the fucking door and let's get this over with." Nico said not bothering to keep his voice low at all.

I turned around so he could see the look of annoyance. I gestured to the door yet again, I began to challenge him like I had done to Lucca. "Please Nico, be my guest and knoc-"

"Sal STOP being a fucking pussy and knock on your father's damn do-" Vince was saying before he was cut off by a not so happy capo.

"Prendi il culo in questo ufficio!!" (Get your ass in this office) boomed il capo. We all froze as we heard my father yelling at us from inside his office. So much for trying to stay quiet, I thought to myself.

They all looked at me and I sighed knowing that it was I who had to open the door, despite all of my best efforts to pass that on to one of them I knew that we were in this mess because of me. So I mustered up what courage I had and pushed open the grand oak doors to my father's office.

As I entered I was then followed by Lucca, Vince, Nico, and then finally Marcelo who has been unusually silent this whole time. Simultaneously we all put a blank expression on our faces to hide the fact that we were actually fucking terrified of what is about to happen with my dad at the moment.

Normally I wouldn't be this worried about what my dad had to say. And before you start hating on me, no I am not like those cliche rebellious I don't give a fuck about what my dad has to say  teens. I actually have a lot of respect for my dad, he is a great man with great morals, despite being basically the king of the mafia world. Ok well maybe great isn't the best word to use, maybe respectable would be better? But he took the Empire my nonno (grandfather) began and made it so much better, he made us an untouchable force not to be reckoned with. We have Italia at it's knees begging like a bitch, not only does my father have Italia under his reign, he also has shitloads of other countries under the Romano rule.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my father spoke.

"Perché non puoi fare il lavoro solo come ti viene detto di farlo? Dentro e fuori, semplice. Non è scienza del razzo !!" (why can't you just do the work as you are told to do it? in and out, simple. it's not rocket science !!)

"la tua strada era buona e tutto, ma tutto ciò che ho fatto è stato aggiungere un po 'di pepe al tuo piano originale. sai rendere le cose più interessanti, non sei d'accordo ragazzi?" (your way was good and all, but all I did was add a little spice to your original plan. you know to make things more interesting, wouldn't you agree guys?) The guys just looked at me and subtly shook their heads disapprovingly. When I turned back to my dad I saw the deadliest look i've ever seen on a person. His jaw was so clenched that I thought he was going to break his teeth, and his fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

I probably shouldn't have said that...

I then saw my dad's posture loosen up? He began to chuckle, which was pretty creepy if you ask me. "Pensi che sia il momento di scherzare? Pensi che sia divertente. Non è vero?" (You think this is the time to be joking? You think this is funny. Don't you?)

He then sighed, I swear this mans mood swings were harder to keep up with than that of a pregnant woman. "Non avete idea di foro tutti voi avete appena scavato in voi i miei figli. non riesco a salvare i vostri asini da questo, non questa volta."  (You have no idea of the hole you have all just dug yourselves into my sons. I can't save your asses from this, not this time.) 

We all looked up at him confused as to what he was talking about. 

"Che cosa significa il papà? Di che cosa state parlando?" (what do you mean dad? what are you talking about?) I asked still not comprehending what he's saying.

"Quello che voglio dire è che anche se ho un sacco di potere su quasi tutto e tutti, non credo che il mio potere può rendere questo 'incidente' andare lontano. tutti avete causato tante difficoltà e ogni volta ho acquistato tutti voi fuori di esso. Voglio fare il meglio che posso per porre rimedio a questa situazione, ma non posso garantire nulla. Tutto ciò che ti sono stati catturati per è stato accumulato nel corso degli anni e temo che dopo oggi non posso pagare nessuno off per rendere questo andare lontano." (what i mean is that although I hold lots of power over nearly everything and everyone, i do not think that my power can make this 'incident' go away. you all have caused so much trouble, and each time I have gotten you all out of it. I will do the best that I can to remedy this, but I can't guarantee anything. Everything you've been caught for has been building up over the years and I am afraid that after today I can't pay anyone off to make this go away.)

"What are you saying papà?" I asked 

He sighed yet again. Except this one it sounded heavier filled with sadness. He looked at each one of us and then stopped at me. The way he was looking at us almost seemed as if he was committing each of our features to memory, like if this was the last time he would see them. "What I am saying, my sons, is that it is not safe for here for you anymore..." 

He paused. Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, ridding himself of the sadness he had just felt, he continued speaking

"Pack up your things boys, you're going into hiding."

We all looked at him in disbelief. I took a step towards his desk. "Into hiding?" I asked not being able to wrap the idea of running away around my head. He nodded, "Where to?" I asked, still trying to put the pieces together in my mind. Why do we need to run away and hide? I've never been one to back down from anything. I was going to voice these thoughts to my father, but decided against it, for some weird reason.

There was a long silence before he spoke again, 

"You're going to America." 

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This is my first story ever (as you could probably tell XD)

Soo...What did you guys think? Your comments, opinions, and thoughts are welcomed and appreciated (but please be gentle folks, i am only a human with feelings).

I hoped you all liked it, or at least didn't find it complete shit XD

haha...not sure what to say now, soo..

LATERZ!