And now... There's us

Chapter 11

Nicholas P.O.V

I've been working from home since I found about Emma being pregnant, because I don't want her to be lonely. Sofie gladly offered to skip school until the baby is born, but we shot that idea down before it left her mouth.

"I don't know how it's possible, but it is. They're a small gang, but they're deadly. This is what my men found." Antonio places a piece of paper on my desk. We're currently in my home office, discussing a small gang here, that somehow is trying to take our position. They're called the snake skins, and somehow, they're deadly.

I pick the papers up, and read the first line.

"What language is this" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I didn't have enough time to have my men translate it. I came straight here." I sigh, and pull up google translate.

"Okay, so the language is Afrikaans, or Dutch." I sigh, and shake my head. "This is never accurate." I mumble.

"Is my sister home?" Antonio asks, and I nod absently.

"Like I would let her out alone." I mutter.

"She speaks quite a few languages, so she could help." By the age of fourteen, my lovely wife was fluent in eleven languages. I take out my phone, and text Maria to bring her up.

"Damn those stairs. Why are there so many of them?" My angel pants. I chuckle, and she opens the door.

"Antonio!" She squeals, waddling over to him and hugging him.

"Hello, Tesoro." He kisses her temple, and she takes a seat.

"Okay, what do you need?" I hand her the paper, and she skims through it. "The language is Afrikaans. Hey, Antonio? Remember my friend from high school, Elena?" Antonio tilts his head in thought.

"The one that had a thing with Enzo, and moved to south Africa?" She nods her head.

"She and her brother were fluent in the language. Right, so these people, whoever they are, are going to get the last people they need at the SASC. After this, the targets with be eliminated. They've been planning this for over a year, and after this, the Folliero and Donatello family will be... Gone." She looks up at us with a worried expression. "How many?" She asks softly.

"How many what?" I ask.

"How many people are in the gang?" She looks determined.

"No more than fifty." I answer and she sighs. She knows our ability.

She looks at us expectantly. "What is it? Is there anything else?" Antonio asks, and my angel smiles.

"I'm just waiting for you guys to ask me what the SASC is."

"Okay, and what is the SASC?" He asks.

"I need the words Antonio." Antonio rolls his eyes, and I sit back, watching the exchange.

"Fine. Emmalin, you are the best sister n the world, and I don't know what I would do without you. Would you be so kind as to tell us what the SASC is?" I let out a laugh, while Emma just nods.

"Right. The SASC is the South African Singing contest. It's held once every four years, and is pretty cool. The only way you can get in, is if you're with one of the contestants." I nod my head, and turn to Antonio.

"We should get in through one of the guards. Give them however much they want. Thank you, sweetheart, that's all." Emmalin gives us each a peck on the cheek, and walks away. Just before she leaves, she turns and says.

"Oh, and call me when that doesn't work, so that I can explain why." She winks, and opens the door.

"Wait." I sigh, and call her back. She skips over and plonks herself in the chair.

"Right. So, you have to go through at least fifteen guards before entering, and the consequences for someone caught taking a bribe are pretty bad. Nobody would take a risk like that." She says, and Antonio rubs his face.

"We all know you know how to get us through, so just tell us." He says.

"Simple. Let me enter. It's pretty hard to make the finals, but you guys should be done before then."

"Nope."

"Absolutely not."

Emmalin rolls her eyes. "Guys. There isn't any other way that you can get in, and I'm sorry, but there is no way I'm letting you two in trouble. I will not let my child live with a father and uncles who are in danger."

"I'll take my leave." Antonio kisses her temple, and leaves my office. Sighing, I gesture for her to sit on my lap.

"Sweetheart, what about our baby? You're due in less than two months." I rub her belly, and feel our daughter kick, making me smile softly.

"I promise we'll be fine, but listen, what if this whole thing is delayed? Then they might go after the baby. If you let me do this, then it will be like keeping her safe." Damn. She knows exactly what to say. I know she's right, but I don't want her travelling while she's pregnant, but the look she's giving me is too much. "Do you want to know how I know about all this? When I was small, it was my biggest dream." That does it.

"Okay, fine, but you have three guards with you at all times." She nods eagerly, and gives me a long kiss.

"I need to tell Sofie!" She hops off my lap, and tries to sprint off, but I hold her waist.

"Angel, firstly, stop running, and secondly, promise you won't pull any of that stuff you did when you were fifteen." She gives me a sheepish smile.

"I, Emmalin Donatello, promise not to go to their leader, take a bullet for them, and then gain an ally." She gives me a mock salute, and I sigh. I regret this idea already.

Emmalin P.O.V

I rush to our room, and dial Sofie's number, not caring at all that she's at school. Well, she should be on her way home now.

"Emmy? What's wrong? Are you in labour?" I roll my eyes.

"Calm down, I'm fine, and no, I'm not in labour. I have nearly two months for that. Anyway, I'm going to south Africa!"

"Um, right. Are you feeling okay? There is no way Nick would let you go to South Africa." I hear Dante's voice in the background, telling her to put the phone on speaker.

"Bambina? What are you talking about?" He asks calmly.

"Well, Antonio and Nick need to get to the singing competition, and they can only get in if I enter."

"Emmy, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kinda pregnant at the moment." Sofie says, and I roll my eyes.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that detail. I was wondering why I'm the size of a freaking truck." I say, and suddenly feel slightly nauseas.

"Bambina, you're not the size of a truck. Oh shit. Antonio just messaged. You really are going." Dante mumbles, and I can tell they're all worried.

"Yup, and I would love to chat, but I'm about to throw up, so I'll call you later Sof. I love you guys!" I hear them reply, but end the all without another word, running to the bathroom and throwing up.

"Oh, sweetheart." I hear Nick say, and hold my hair out of my face for me, while rubbing my back soothingly. When I'm done, and I've brushed my teeth, I smile at him. he isn't yet. But I'm already used to the nausea.

"So, when do we leave?" I grin, and he shakes his head with a slight chuckle.

"Five days from now, bambina."

South Africa, here I come.