The Mafia's Lost Fallen Angel

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ALISHA'S POV

"Wtf, u are so stupid sometimes I wonder how I am your friend, but......... I'm even more stupid than you sooo yea. I missed you, you bitch." Luis said and hugged the shit out of me as I returned the gesture.

"Missed you too dude. You coming with me to Russia to kill the little bitch?" I asked as we broke the hug.

"Why did you think I came here for, we are going to beat some Russian asses." He said and made a 'carate' fighting stance.

I started laughing just with his energy. I missed the little shit. Luis is my best friend and my second in command. I met him before Aurora and Tony. He helped me get through my darkest times of life. Even if he is an annoying, cocky, brotherly, overprotective stupid little shit I love him, and if anything were to happen to him I would risk my own life to save his.

"Are you ok tho Al? Maria told me about the situation." He asked concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied but he looked unconvinced.

"Fine, I'm not okay. I don't know what the fuck I am doing. Why do I worry about them after all they did to me? They left me alone in a fucking orphanage. I remember everything because of my fucking memory. How they said 'We love you Sorella' but just left while I was begging for them not to leave me there when the guards were dragging me in. How my 'parents' just stood there looking at my misery. My own father set me there, my mother agreed with him as soon as she fucking could and I hate them both. But them? My fucking brothers? I should fucking hate them but I can't. I even tattooed their fucking names when I was drunk while crying and saying I miss them. Or how I freaked out on the thought of someone hurting them." I said, finally blowing up.

I continued telling him on what happened these past two days as Luis just stood there listening to me patiently as I finished my rant and engulfing me in a hug. After a few minutes he broke the hug and started talking.

"I know Ali, I know they hurt you and we can beat their asses together if you want to but if you think about it, they couldn't really do anything. They were 8, 10, 12,14, 16 years old at the time if I'm not wrong, but what could a powerless 16-year-old do? I'm not saying to forgive them but I think you should give them a chance. They are really trying to get close to you, and with what you told me happened at the ball I think Xavier was completely against leaving you there. He is known to be a ruthless man and for him to cry at the ball is a very rare sight. He really loves you Ali. I however can agree with you on the hate you have for your 'parents'. They look like fucking selfish bitches. Just remember, even after everything that will happen with them I will always be here for you." He said.

"Damn. That's some deep shit. BUT, I ain't never seen two pretty best friends. It's always one of them got to be an ugly bitch. And that ain't me. I'm sorry that you just have to be so horrific darling." I said the last part with my posh British accent, dramatically touching my forehead with the back of my hand. He started laughing and accidentally snorted making me automatically start dying of laughter rolling on the floor with him.

"Ok. We are going to the airport in an hour. Go get ready. Don't take a lot of guns. I will give you a few of mine on the plane." He nodded and went to his room on the 3rd floor as we were on the 4th.

I got up and went to the 5th floor to go get dressed and take a shower as I am a bit sweaty. I got in my room and went straight to the shower. After showering I went to my closet to pick an outfit. I choose a black cropped tank top with some camo pants and a pair of Fila shoes. To top it off I wore a black leather jacket and hid some knives in the sleeves and the shoes, and two guns in my waistband.