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51| C I N Q U A N T-U N O

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I feel anxious, nervous and worried.

I held the car wheel tightly in my hand, it took everything in me not to break each object I laid a finger on. Gerardo and his wife are in Italy.

The following day of my grandparents' arrival, I found out Abran will be arriving with his father and mother, along with his uncles and their wives. The whole family of Albirs will stay in Italy until the war rises and they will fight beside us. My grandfather encouraged Gerardo to make an appearance, to show himself to the world as a last time before he gives the leadership to his niece, to make himself memorable after so many years of hiding behind shadows.

My heart aches, not with pain but hatred. Rage. So much agony my body started shaking. We had to lock down the airport for their arrival, we couldn't risk anything so until they land safely, the airport will be back in service.

It took them a week, seven days so each one of them set a foot on Sicily's ground. Now sat in the passenger seat, Abran and in the back seat were his security guards. Around ten cars drove right behind us, they bought everyone, each member of them was here. In Sicily. Where I live. Where Akila is.

I felt like breaking out, running away from my own skin. I almost wish they were never my family. The Santoros have no blood connection to the Albirs, the story started back hundreds of years back when the first female took over the Italian mafia, she fell in love with The Mexicans don so they got married and collided both their empires. Throughout the years, both sides decided it's best if each goes on their own but with respect and support to the other side. And since then, we always had Italian-Mexican blood. It slowly started to fade away years after years as married couples either raised their kids in Italy or Mexico. And that's how my grandparents ended in Mexico, we had no blood connection to the Albirs, their origin is fully Italian just like me and my family. Our blood is pure Italian with no other nationalities mixed with it. They ended up there due to my great grandparents decision to move to Mexico, they always welcome us and we welcome them to live aside us any time. My great grandparents grew up in Sicily and spent their whole relationship here but when they got married, they moved to Mexico and raised my grandparents there. And now, I have to find a way because I won't let them get a glimpse of Akila.

I don't know if the sick bastard is here, I've been ignoring greeting them as much as I can. I don't know anything about him, what he looks like, if he's alive or dead. I wanted to call Akila, to inform her about everything but I couldn't. And what would I tell her, To run? To hide? I would rather see them try to catch her than to speak these words.

It shakes me every time the thought crosses my mind, capturing her, taking her away from me, far away where I don't have the right to be with her, where I don't have the right to always stand by her side.

I know it's almost impossible, I'm sure no one will be able to get ten feet close to Akila but my mind can't rest easily. I know we will figure this out once we've met again, and until then, I won't allow myself to rest hopeless. I will beat and destroy anyone who even thinks of coming anywhere near her. I won't hide her, I won't tell her to keep her identity a secret, that's her choice to make, not mine. But what I can do is support her, if she wants me to kill them, I will gladly take her orders and bring back their flesh into the palm of her hands.

"Yo, are you good? Your knuckles are going mad red" the idiot's thick accent rang around the car and I only wished to cut his tongue off. Don't cause more trouble Alessandro. "I'm fine" I spoke coldly, trying to end this as soon as possible. "It doesn't look like it"