Secrets

Chapter 3

A.N. I'm sorry to put an authors note first, but I'm just letting you guys know that I'm using google translate for the Italian words, so don't blame me if it's wrong. I'll also put the translation in brackets in the next line. Also, sorry for the late update and thanks for over 100 reads!

Rosalyn POV

I was lost in my train of thoughts, wondering what would happen to us if we moved to a foreign place. I mean, don't get me wrong, we've been to other places before for missions, but never permanently. The only good thing was that we would get to see Lay and Ano again. All of a sudden, Roman jerked up, messing up my thoughts. I scowled at him. "Sorry," he muttered, resting his head on my shoulder again.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to fall asleep as the police officer came in and smiled. "Sweeties, your brother is here!"

Ro and I shared a look before gathering up our things and heading out of the room. Going into the main office for the police chief, we were greeted with a tall man with a cold stare on his face who stood next to the trembling police chief. When he saw us, his eyes softened and the police chief stood up straight but went back to trembling when the man shot him an icy glare. Who is this and why did the police chief fear him so much? I thought.

It was only then I saw his face. It was Elijah Moretti, the second in command of the Italian Mafia. My facial expression turned into one of shock. I turned to Ro. 'La mafia Italiana', I told him.
(The Italian Mafia)

'Lo so,' he replied, 'non importa davvero che possiamo ucciderlo se cerca di farci qualcosa. Just don't do anything stupid.'
(I know) (it doesn't really matter we can kill him if he tries to do anything to us.)

'Okay, but if I do anything it is only out of self defence, and we've also never come to harm them. Are they looking for us?' I asked him, wondering if he did anything to get the mafias to become our enemies.

'They don't know that we are assassins, Lyn,' Ro told me.

'Oh right.' I snickered, causing the people in the room to look at us. They social worker spoke up. "Sweeties, so this is your brother, Elijah. He will take you home now. Do you have your bags ready?"

I stood there in shock. If Elijah was my brother, and they worked for the Italian mafia, did that mean that I was the Italian mafia princess? Oh no, I hope they aren't the overprotective brothers you see in the stories.

"-ello?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking of something. I have my bags," I told the social worker.

"That's great! Well, it was great meeting you, and I hope you have a good time with your brothers!" she smiled at me.

I smiled back and nodded. Leaving the police station, I waved back at the police officers, then held on to Ro's hand.

A limousine stood in front of us. Elijah walked to it and beckoned us forward.

"T-this is our ride?" Ro stuttered out. I was surprised too. I didn't expect them to seriously have a limousine in a place they didn't even live in. Elijah smiled fondly at us and nodded. We went inside.

'You talk', I told Ro, 'I want to sleep.'

Ro nodded and turned to Elijah as I fell into a deep slumber.

Elijah's POV

Looking down at my baby siblings made me realise how much they have grown, from the little babies like I saw them before till now. Rosalyn was sleeping, curled up in Roman's chest. My heart was jumping for joy that I got my baby siblings back with us, but my more practical brain was afraid that they would get hurt in the mafia world. I ignored my brain and tried to start a conversation with Roman.

"How was your day?"

"It was fine," he answered shortly.

"Anything interesting happened?"

"No."

We continued to talk like that, going on and on. I found out that Roman was just a little boy under the emotionless expression that he always wore, and that his favourite color was yellow. Rosalyn stayed asleep the whole time until we got to the airport. I turned to wake her up, but Roman put a hand out to stop me. Doing so, he then poked Rosalyn's right cheek once and her left cheek twice, then shook her awake. I was surprised at the method of waking up but didn't comment.

Walking into our private jet, I was surprised to see that their faces did not hold one of shock. Both their faces were expressionless, mastering the famous Moretti glare that all of my siblings had. The moment I walked through the doorway, a flight attendant immediately came and smiled. Her clothes looked like they were for babies, and her face was caked with makeup. "Hello sir, what would you like?" her squeaky voice ruined my good mood.

"Shut up!" I growled at her.

She let out a sob and turned to my siblings. "And what do you pesky little things think your doing here. This plane is reserved only for the Moretti's not filthy scumbags like you. It's their maf-"

I immediately slammed my hand over her mouth. I stared right at her as she trembled under my gaze. "What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing? These are my baby siblings, and one more word from you will have your head chopped off."

To others, it may seem like a joke, but we all knew that if we said it, we meant it. She quickly scurried away and disappeared from my sight. I looked to see the twins cuddling with each other on a comfy sofa. I smiled and waved at the pilot to start the engine.

The plane took off, and before I knew it, we had landed. The twins immediately jumped up and started to gather their things.

Heading out of the jet, we were greeted with the familiar sight of our mansion, as the jet had just dropped us right in front.

I unlocked the gates and opened them wide, smiling fondly at the twins.

Smiling I said, "Welcome home."

Dec. 18 2020
1066 words