The Mafia's Hidden Gem

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Noel's POV

The last month has been great I have really gotten to know my father and brothers. I just got home from training with Uncle Carson and I saw everyone sitting in the living room. Normally this would be a good thing but they all looked stressed.
I sat down on the couch next to dad.... yeah I started calling him that about two weeks ago and it was weird at first but it feels normal now.

"What's wrong guys?"

Dad is the first to speak "Noel we are going back to Italy." He tells me cautiously. They all seems tense.
"What!! No!! I just got you guys in my life I don't want you to leave again!!"

"Noel, we are not leaving you." He reassured me. "We want you and your mother to come with us."

"Ok then why did you all seem so tense?"

Marco speaks from across the room, "Because we just got you and mom back and we don't want to loose you either but we were worried you would have wanted to stay and we were not going to make you move if you did not want to."

I think about it for a minute and give a big sigh.
"I am sad to be leaving the place a I grew up in and the people I grew up with. I will miss Zoe and Uncle Carson. If it wasn't for Uncle Carson I would not be who I am today."

"Don't worry sweetheart, Carson and I have decided to do some more business so we will be coming here for business much more, and since I know that you are safe here I don't see why you can not come when we do."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!" I shout while hugging dad and mom and my brothers smile happily at my decision.

"Also Carson said that he is sending some guards with us since he said it would probably make you feel safer having guards you are familiar with."

"I trust you guys but it would still make me feel a little bit better if I was familiar with my guards, but once I am ok with your guards they can come back here to Uncle Carson."

Satisfied with my answer dad told me that we will be leaving in a week. He told me to pack the things I want to take but stuff like clothes and furniture we will buy when we get there.

(One week later)

Goodbyes are the worst. I cried so hard saying goodbye to my best friend, the girl I consider a sister, the girl that was there for me three thick and thin and the man who is like an Uncle to me, he taught me everything I know and helped shape me into the person I wanted to become and he cared for me like his own. I said goodbye to everyone at the farewell party Uncle Carson threw at the mafia house and I promised that I would be back soon.

If you told me three months ago that I would be going to Italy on a private jet with my mother, father, and six brothers I would say you needed to go to a mental hospital. But little did I know that it would soon become a reality.