Alessio
I watch the elevator doors close before Naitee and breathe out. I can feel trouble coming on, if it is my father coming or whatever Naitee refused to tell me yesterday I can feel it like a bad cold.
I stoop to pick up Naitee's jacket and dress from yesterday from my floor. She just left them here, it reminds me of her room in the safe house. There was clothes covering the entire floor there.
I laugh and straighten up the jacket. Something clatters out of the pocket and I recognise my card immediatly. I push my hand into the other pockets, feeling around for any other suprises and my hand graces something. I pick it up and it is a simple piece of paper. I unfold it quickly and there is a weird feeling in my gut.
I do not like it.
Stay in the house and I'll get u out / R
My mind immediatly flashes back to the FBI agent who both arrrested me and interrogated me for a month.
SSA Agent Ross. A bitter, stoic man. Could he be the R in Naitee's text? The note atleast explained why Naitee is acting weird. Her Agent is in town looking for her and he thinks that he can save her? Take her away from me?
To bad for him though, I know he is coming now and I will be ready for him when he tries to take away what is mine. I will show him pain he has never felt before.
No one steals from the Spaglia Familila and walks away alive.
I wait for the elevator inpatiently, stalk down to the kitchen and order them to send up food to Naitee. Then I leave for Deans favorite place in the house. The security room. I tell the Dean and his guys to double security and vet som new guys. I also inform him about our father which makes him roll his eyes. He is not really a fan of our father.
When I am finally done with all the bad news I stalk back to my office. I need to keep an eye on the response of the russians after we took out the leaders of their smaller gangs. I am hoping the message goes through and the russians back down instead of returning fire. I really have no energy for dealing with them. I have enough on my hands in my own country, I do not need the rest of Europe and half of Asia aswell.
I slip into the comfortable chair and pour myself a drink. I have a long day before me and I will need it. Being around my father and his new wife always puts me on edge.
I try to read the papers before me but my brain can not register the words no matter how many times I read them and in the end I just give up. I let the clock run out unil it is finally time for me to pick up father. I would send a driver but father would take that as an insult.
I get in the comfortable BMW with the hidden shotgun in the drivers door and drive there on my own. I own the road to the airport and it is highly guarded. The chances of anything happening are slim to none.
I park on the edge of the airfield and just in time to watch the plane touch down.
My father steps out first and he is the picture of me. He does not even allowing the stewardess to go out before him. Then comes his blonde wife. Arias mother. Fun is it not? When your father marries the mother of your wife?
No it is really not. But I guess my father has always wanted everything for himself.
My father greets me with a slap on the back and few hellos in italian. Arias mother, Elyna, smiles at me and hugs me with a wide smile.
"Alessio, my boy. How are you doing?" She asks in her french accented english. I just nodd politley and smile. That is how much emotion my father would allow me to show toward his wife.
I drive the car back to the house in silence knowing the storm is about to decend on the family. ¨
The notorious Capo of the Spaglia Familia is back.
Naitee
I tug at the edges of my dress. It one of the two that actually goes past my knees and covers my shoulders. It's a simple dark blue dress and I stare at my reflection. I'm meeting Alessio's father and coincidentally the Capo of the biggest Mafia in Italy.
A very normal evening.
A knock comes at my door and Aria steps in a second later. There's no hint of the drunken mess she was yesterday and instead she looks fresh and happy.
"Wow, why are you so happy?" I ask carefully.
"My mother is here to visit, I have not seen her in months now." Aria exclaims and her smile grows. "Come on now Naitee, we have to go greet them!!" She turns around and starts walking and I'm left with no option but to follow. So I do.
Aria leeds the way that I'm now starting to remember. When we reach the large front door there's already three people standing in the doorway. Alessio, a older and more bitter version of Alessio and a tall beautiful blonde woman. They all turn to face us and the woman exclaims happily.
"Aria la mia bellissima figlia, I have missed you!" The blonde woman calls out and runs forward to hug Aria tightly.
"Mama." Aria whispered into the blonde woman, her mothers, hair. Aria's mother pulls back and smiles brightly.
"Aria, mi sei mancata figlia!" Alessio's father walks forward kisses each of Aria's cheeks. It's obvious that he is fond of her in some way.
They both pull back after a minute or two and look at me in silence.
"Father, Elyna this is Naitee Joshi. A work consultant of mine." Alessio's father looks at him sharply and then smiles back at me as his eyes travel up my body in a creepy way.
"Nice to meet you Naitee. I am Rico Spaglia and this is my wife Elyna." Rico introduces and holds out a hand. I grab it and shake it, "Naitee Joshi, it's a pleasure." I'm still not used to my real name in serious situation like this.
"Si, it is" Rico says and holds my hands for just a second too long.
"Come on father, we have things to discuss." Alessio breaks into the weird moment and I'm thankful. I wipe my hand off on my dress after Rico and Alessio has turned their back on us, hoping that wiping it will rid me off the icky feeling. It doesn't.
"It is very nice to meet you Naitee." Elyna says and her english is tinted with a hint of French.
"Yeah, you too." I say and grab her manicured hand lightly. I really can't tell her age. She could be anything from thirty to sixty. Her face is smooth in that way that only implies plastic surgery and fillers.
"Should we go to the dining hall? There should be-- starters out now." Aria's mom claps her hands happily. "Perfect let's go." Aria and Elyna walk toward the kitchen their heads close together in a way that shows a healthy relationship. I miss that so much every day. The way me and my mom used to be almost exactly five years ago now. I shake my head to rid myseld of the thoughts. They never leave me with anything but pain.
I run a little to catch up with Aria and her mother before I loose them and get lost myself. Their heels clack and click against the hardwood floors and I wonder how they survive in those shoes. I wore them for months when I was a stripper and I were in pain, constantly.
"And anyway you should see Naitee drive, she is a natural." I catch Aria saying and Elyna looks back at me with interest.
"You should come to the F1 or F2 I could get you a test drive." I almost stumble.
"You could do that?" Elyna laughs and says something in French before turning her head back to me.
"You should have higher expectations if you are working for the Spaglia. We own everything in the south of Europe." ELyna says with a laugh and Aria joins in. In this moment I realise just how different our worlds are .Both right now and the ones we grew up in.
When we finally reach the dining hall there's light music playing from somewhere and Gabriella is sitting in a corner with her phone. I haven't seen that girl without her phone a single time. Neither Ice or Dean is here, probably off talking business with Alessio and Rico somewhere.
It's so akward when the only person you feel comfortable talking to is talking to someone even closer to them. So instead I stand off to the side watching them, and maybe that is for the best I realise because Aria isn't my friend and soon she'll hate me aswell. It's better if I care as little as possible for her and anyone else in this crazy family.
I grab a champagne flute from the table with food and down it in one go.
It feels like we've all waited for hours when the men of the Spaglia Familia finally arrive. First in are Rico and Alessio, both wearing identical expressions of closedoffness. They're closely followed by a irritated looking Dean and cold looking Ice.
Sounds about right.
Rico walks directly to Elyna and kisses her passionatly. Like he wants to show everyone how deep in her throat he could shove his toungue. It looked like everyone else in the family was as disgusted as I was, by the looks on their faces.
I can hear Gabriella scoff in her corner and I almost laugh. I never thought I would miss the family drama but standing here right now I kind of do. I hold up a hand over my mouth to hide my smile since I sense that this would not be a good time to smile too much.
Rico finally pulls back from Elyna who is smiling brightly and snaps his fingers.
"Cena, per favore." He says it in a normal tone but suddenly the enitre room bursts into action. Black clad women walk in with filled trays, bread, sauces, pasta and salads are placed on the long, shiny wooden table and Rico takes Alessio's usual place at the head of the table.
It's obvious that there's been a power shift in this family. Alessio sits on his fathers right and Dean in his left. I take a chair last, right next to Gabriella. I figured rather her than Alessios bitter grandmother. She scared me something fierce.
"So Naitee how is it that you are helping my son?" Rico asks and I look up at him from my filled plate. His cold eyes are fastened on me and I can suddenly see how this man could be the leader of a drugdealing, weaponselling mudering family.
"She has been helping with the sales on the US side." Alessio says also looking right at me and I almost freeze at all the attention from two of the most dangerous men in the world.
"Is that so?" Rico asks his eyes thinning as he raises a fork to his mouth.
"Yeah well I have a lot of contacts down south which have helped." Realisation finds it way into Rico's cold eyes at my insinuation and he smiles. It's a cold, scary smile but a smile non the less.
"I see." Rico's answer seems to release some of the tension that heavied the atmosphere in the room. As if everyone was worried he would snap and kill me. What worries me is that they might've thought of that as an option.
The food is delicious as always and I enjoy it in silence while observing the family. Every now and then they drop hints of information that I store away. Mentions of shippings to different countries and different businesses across Italy.
Either Alessio thinks I'm never leaving here or he's let them in on who I really am because the amount of information I now have about this family is just setting him up for a big loss when I get back to the FBI. I'm well aware that I won't be able to take down the entire Spaglia Familia. That's an impossible feat but I know I can make him hurt and I will.
That's the only way I can repent for everything else I've indulged in. Somehow before yesterday I had forgotten who these people are. Killers and liars all of them and I refuse to be a part of that.
I set my fork and knife down on the table at the same time as an explosion rocks the entire building. Somehow through the ringing in my ears I can hear screaming.