forbidden love

12 | mafia

Rio was an orphan, adopted by a old couple when he was younger where he met Sebastian at school. A dude was being racist to him so, Sebastian stood up and from then on, they were best friends.

"I know but what if it turns out to be a mistake," I groan, overthinking the mistake and the possible solutions to accepting Marcelo's invitation. "What if they find out about who I am and try something on me?"

"You know how to take care of yourself. Use that to your advantage and downplay your skills just in case. And always be in contact with us." He smiled at me.

I nodded at his advice, "Thanks, also I'm gonna take a shower and change, don't finish all the food."

He just nodded as I walked up the stairs and took a hot shower, washing Posey's nasty hands off me.

I quickly dried my brown hair, putting on a hoodie and some sweatpants and grabbing my doc martens.

"Rio, let's go." I hollered, choosing my red vintage Aston Martin and swinging it's keys in my hand.

We got to the house fast, the light still on.

"Thank fuck you're okay, I swear to god I was going to murder Rio." Sebastian glared at his best friend who rolled his eyes in return.

"We ran into someone." I smiled at him as he raised a brow, telling me to continue. "I met one of my brothers. Like biological. He said we can take a DNA test tomorrow and I can choose if I want to go and live with them until I don't want to."

Sebastian clenched his jaw and nodded, "It's your life. If you want to go to them, you can. I'll always be waiting for you."

I smiled up at him and rose to my tippy toes and pecked his lips as Jordan and Lena's groans were heard. I wanna fuck my boyfriend right now.

"Children in the room." Jordan hollered as Sebastian glared at him.

"More like toddlers." Sebastian muttered back, Jordan putting on an offensive look.

"Whatever. Belly, whats his name?" Lena asked as she typed something on her computer.

"His name is Marcelo. Other than that, I only have his phone number," I scoffed as she sent me a pointed look.

I grabbed my laptop from the side and sat down next to Sebastian as he put a arm around my shoulder as I leaned into him, opening the laptop.

I worked fast and hard, trying to track him down.

"So, he lives in Chicago and his name is Marcelo. Other than that, I can't get any information out, it's like it's heavily protected. Oh and he's rich." I state as I see all dead ends.

How rich is he if no one can hack into his number?

"Marcelo, Italian, rich, lives in Chicago and you can't track down his number." Sebastian muttered as his jaw clenched again, making eye contact with Rio as Mattias and Camila came down the stairs.

"Something wrong, Seb?" I frowned as he turned to look at me, a small smile taking over the deep thoughts look he had from just a second ago.

"Nothing's wrong amor, just thinking." He kissed the side of my forehead as he got lost in his deep thought again, his hand playing with my hair, a thing he did subconsciously.

Something that I loved.

Camila and Matti came closer, "What's wrong, son?" Camila furrowed her brows as she cupped his face with her small hands.

"Just some business, mama." He smiled back, Camila let go and kissed his forehead, Mattias stepping forward, as they headed to his office.

What's that all about?