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After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream. So when their firs... More

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"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I whispered to his face.

I held him harshly by the collar of his shirt, his back against the wall.

Why on earth would he bring out Olive?
No one is even allowed to think about my baby sister's name.

It's been over fourteen years since they stole her from us.
Fourteen years since the Giordanos fell apart.

"My guys. They found something." Roman responded.
His voice was quiet, well aware of the people around us.

I shot everyone a glare, still holding Roman by the neck.

They scattered away.

"I swear, Roman. If this is another false alarm..." I trailed, searching his face for anything that will tell me 'betrayal'.

I trust Roman with my life, and he knows more than anyone in our mafia about Olive's affect on my family.

I've known him since we were kids. His father was my father's second, and now he's my head of security.

He knew Olive.
Those two years, God, everyone knew Olive.
The first Princess of the Giordanos, she was everything.

And that's exactly what got her taken.

So when my most trusted man tells me he found something on her, it's hard not to get my hopes high.

"Take me to them, now."

°°°

"Don."
They stood the moment I stepped inside the room.
It's full of computers, a big screen on an entire wall.
This is Roman's domain.

"Explain." I seethed.
I'm sure my face is the definition of anger.
If this is another dead end, I'm killing everyone in this room.

Judging by the fearful looks of Roman's team, they know.

A young woman shuffled to her feet, fixing her cat glasses as she approached the computer that controls the big screen.

"We first noticed it... Two hours ago." She said, glancing at her watch.
She's typed rapidly on the keyboard, and I could see what she's doing on the screen in front of me.

She hacks into the NYPD data base.

"Noticed what, exactly?"
I don't bother hiding my confusion, if Olive's on the line, I need to know everything.

Roman was the one to respond this time.
"A change in the status of Olive's file we created when..." he glaced at me before continuing. "When she went missing."

Right when he finished, the woman stopped typing. Turning my head back to the screen, I saw a file with a set of fingerprints.

It was marked with the date of three days ago.

"On Sunday, these prints were added to the NYPD archive.
Normally, we would've never came across them, but luckily we needed to identify one of the men we brought in today, and we knew he was arrested before."

Roman's voice was firm as he took over the woman's place by the computer, now opening a different file.

A file I was too familiar with.

Olive's file.

A picture of her baby face smiled at me, and I immediately closed my eyes.

Giving myself a second to gather myself, I looked over Roman with a stoic face.
"Well?"

"Look." He pointed at the screen.

He dragged the set of fingerprints we saw before towards the small ones we collected from her room.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

The word 'MATCH' appeared on the screen.

"Don, these are Olive's fingerprints. We ran every test we could."

With my heartbeat in my ears and shaking hands behind my back, I looked around the room.

Twenty men and women were standing, all looking at me with smiles they were trying to hide.

She wasn't just our princess, she was our empire's too.
And now, now we know she's alive.

"Bring my brothers here. Now!" I ordered to no one in particular, and in a second, six of them left the room.

I felt Roman's hand on my shoulder.

God, I didn't even notice he left his chair.

"Alessandro, you're getting your sister back."

°°°

"What the hell, Alessandro?" Rivo hollered as he walked through the door, Santo trailing behind him.

"I was in the middle of a fucking basketball game, and your men suddenly pulled me out without even telling why! What--"

"Sit your ass down, Rivo."

At the sound of my tone, he suddenly seemed to realize what's going on around him.

His brothers were there, All in different positions around the room.

My words caught them all by surprise.

None of them knew what was that about, because how can you really explain that on the phone?

Santo slowly dragged Rivo to a nearby chair, pushing him down harshly.
"Read the room." he muttered before sitting as well.

Amadeo was looking at them with a scowl from his seat, and Riccardo looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

Fuck, Riccardo.
How did I not think about him before?
The news about our sister... God.

I shook my head, telling myself he'll be fine.

"What's going on, Alessandro?" Amadeo cautiously asked.

Taking a deep breath, I motioned for Roman to show them.

The screen behind me showed them the matching fingerprints.

I could see Riccardo tense.
Before, he was leaning against the door, waiting for me to say that it's okay for him to leave.
Now, he was slowly approaching the rest of us.

"What's that?" Santo asked, confused.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Riccardo beat me to it.

"Olive's fingerprints." he whispered, not taking his eyes away from it.

Amadeo was standing right in front of me, demanding an explanation.

I sighed. "The security elite team ran a few tests, but in the end... We got a whole different outcome."

Rivo and Santo looked equally shaken.
Confusion, fear, and hope.

"What does that mean?" Rivo harshly asked.
I fully understand him. I was in the exact same position half an hour ago.
Getting your hopes up is dangerous.

"Olive's coming home?" his twin asked, ignoring him completely.
Santo was always quiet, and after his sister disappeared, it got worse.

When I didn't answer, too wrapped up in my own thoughts, Riccardo's voice was enough to make me come back to reality.

"Is she alive?"

I nodded, looking him straight in the eyes.

He always looks tired, the permanent bags under his eyes are an indication to it.
But now, as he stares right at me, I could see the fire in his eyes.

Olive's kidnapping took a toll on everyone in our family, but Riccardo... With him it was the worst.

"Yes, she's alive." I answered, the fire in Riccardo's eyes gave me a new found power to talk.

"And so help me God, I'm bringing her home."

Chapter 5!!
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