Finally Found

Chapter 12 • Anger

Antonio's POV

Anger. That's all I felt in this very moment. Ever since our mother, Rosalie took Gabriella from us that's all I've ever felt, and it only got worse after our father, Angelos death. Luckily I had Enzo there for me. He taught me how to control it and calm myself down, even if it is still a work in a progress.

Every time I get angry there's physical signs, my hands turn into painfully tight fists, my breathing gets harder and my left eye starts twitching. There have been plenty of times when I've been angry, more times than I can remember but none of them even equal to how angry I am right now.

Hearing Ella screaming bloody murder at three in the morning, I've never felt so scared in my life, scared that she was about to be taken away from us again. I was ready to go in there with my gun loaded about to kill whoever dared to even touch her, only to find her tossing and turning in her bed completely passed out while screaming.

Since I was in my room while everyone was scattered around the house I was the first person to get to her. We were all yelling at her, shaking her trying to get her to wake up but she just wouldn't, even Matty slapping her didn't wake her up, I could tell he feels horrible about having to hurt his baby sister but it was just a love tap barely did anything. She probably wouldn't even remember it.

Sitting in Lorenzo's office on the third floor we all wait for him to come up after his discussion with her. I'm mad we weren't able to stay down there during the discussion and figure out which asshole did that to her, although I have my guesses.

I know the difference between normal nightmares versus whatever the hell that was, trust me I know I've had both of them.

Matty was sitting on the edge of Lorenzo's desk chewing on his thumb while staring at the ground as if it would give him all the answers in the world, Leo was sitting in one of the arm chairs across his desk, Luca was pacing the room and Emilio was sitting on the couch just staring at the wall with his eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched. I could tell he was angry they all were, that's one thing all of the Romano's have in common, it's anger, me and Leo are just the only ones who don't conceal it as well. It won't be long before they all discover that Ella has that same anger in her as we do, it's a family trait.

I remember one time when she was a baby and I tried to steal her banana, she got pissed and started throwing it everywhere while yelling at me in her baby gibberish. I never did it again after that.

That kid used to be able to be a demon whenever she wanted to and I have a hard time to believe that she still doesn't have that demon in her. She was good to, she'd be a demon towards me but then whenever our father came into the room miraculously she'd be an angel again, and he believed her. She mastered being a con artist at the age of three.

She's definitely a Romano.

She adored our father. I remember she used to follow him everywhere, it was so fun just to watch her waddle around the house trying to keep up with him. That's the thing about Gabriella, she could never fully walk not even after she learned to, it was always a waddle, our father used to call her his baby duckling. Which conveniently ducks were always her favorite animal. Or at least they were.

That's the thing about all of these moments we all had with her, they're just memories we had with her that she doesn't even remember, she was always a curious little brat. I can't remember how how many time we had to chase her all over this mansion because of her curiosity that brought her nothing but trouble. Which is why I know that her curiosity will have her asking about the third floor in no time, there's no way she can live in this house without knowing what's up there. Again nothing but trouble.