PURE HATE

things had never been the same. Yes, I know that's cliche to say,

s childbirth, leaving our father heartbroken. No, he didn't blame Carlotta for h

losest thing he had left of our mom. As great as that was for us as children,

Don, his trusted second hand took over for a while, until Ange

ities usually done by parents up to the older siblings, that being myself, Angelo and Giovanni. Angelo was primarily busy with school, as well as training r

umber one priority, and became even more so once our father died when Carlotta was two years old. The emotiona

his role as Don. Giovanni began his physical training, learning to fight and use weapons religi

explain death to

I'm not sure. I continued being the maternal figure to all our brothers, as well as

nd our fathers strong love for her kept us united. We all felt a collective

took her or how she was taken. Whether it was an undergr

in an illegal world, you tend

ur mother, father and then our little sister, our

advice of our more senior members, however since that fateful day, Ang

course, our search for Carlotta never ceased, however I encouraged everyone to take care of the

e a casual afternoon when A

found C

et for a f

to speak a little to rushed, "Are yo

for speaking that way to him, however consideri

her." He replied, slo

THE

IS COMI

UCKING PLAYING ANGEL

making everyone shut up a

down my cheeks, realising that my little sister

e it, Romeo was silently sobbing where he sat. Giovanni noticed too, his expressi

back yet and she's alrea

on. This wasn't unusual for him, it always took h

t out to get her." Angelo replied, his voi

Santi's been deployed in the police force for a wh

ar's been found, he says he's already missed too much of her

ing for a minute to absorb the ne

here he was going or what he was doing. We all let him go, knowing he's probably

king Xande

elo head up to his office to discuss some of the details regarding

ongue. I sat quietly for a minu

is fucking qu

Should I put

I ask hesitantly, not w

ooped down and facing the floor. I furrow my eyes

" I as

mine, the unshed tears making his eyes spar

." He chokes out, the smi

return, and go over to

Rome,

fe to the airport, where we pull

ding how I lived from the Russian mafi

lack colour looking s

onder aloud, making Sant

breath, probably not meaning for m

g my expression but on the inside I was

mean Santiago is

ated a few sizes as I strut down the run

due to the numerous childhood stories he told me in the car on the way here about him and my

. Have a safe flight star." H

and waved him goodby

ivate jet before, but this was another level. There were seats and sofas aligning the

seeing, a boy who seemed a littl

endant for today, can I take your bag for

" I smiled at him,

e filled i

" I asked, putting two and two together

ow did you know?" He as

" I replied, making his eyes wi

my family speak in Norwegian for so long. You

ne Norwegian on my brothers plane."

no?" He replies, laughing a little

ies? What

ce, so I let out a low chuckle and I smiled at h

returning to his potion

. Of course it all makes sense now. Italian brothers, extremely we

e a part of th

ck

afia to th

at a time. This makes my life so much more confusing. Do I tell them abo

kers? Assassins? They're obviously well o

ns keep flowing

lotta.

a plan o

the better. I need to remember that I don't know these people.

ut only once they tell me about theirs

seatbelt and got comfortable on the sofa-seat I was sitting on. I pulled

e some drinks and food, w

the food was Ita

used to living wit