At the bottom of the letter is a co-ordinate. I punch the numbers into my phone and a few seconds later I get a pin drop. It is 10 minutes from my house. That is creeping close to not being a coincidence. After all this house is the one my parents chose to raise us in.

Now the question is, how to get out of here.

“Salvatore.” I yell from upstairs and it is barely a minute when he comes to my room, “Yes Miss Capello?”

“I’m thinking about doing my hair, it isn’t too far, I’ll take Matteo.” He frowns as his lips thin.

“Certainly, if that is what you want.” The truth crosses my mind but I simply nod and say nothing at all. If it is a trap, I rather have Matteo with me, that way if he gets shot, one less Di Salvo is not going to keep me up at night. When he leaves, I change my clothes into something more casual, jeans and a white and purple cardigan, with boots and a black coat.

I tie my hair into a high ponytail and slip on my hat, scarf, and gloves. I grab the Glock I keep hidden under my nightstand.

Matteo is waiting for me by the car with a bored expression on his face.

“Happy Birthday Aliyana.” He says all smiling and arrogant as usual.

“Thank you.”

we are going little flower?” Matteo asks

this location here. And I told you to stop calling me that.” I

get the feeling this is something you want no one but your father to

loyal servant.” Matteo scowls but shuts up and drives. My mind is reeling with the letter burning

mother didn’t forget me, she loved me. She left me everything. I am so eager to know

get to the place, but it is an old, dilapidated house, that looks a few days

jump out of the car and the slight nip in the air seeps through my chest and kisses the column of my

out, “Matteo you need to stay here.

can do, I’m not letting you go in there without

with me.” The voice has me spinning

He smiles, “I’ll explain soon, come with me.” Matteo stares at me for a second but shrugs his

area and walk over what looks like an old condom, and a few broken glass bottles. The place

to the top of the varanda, and Filippo looks at me, “Happy Birthday sister.” He kisses me and his lips

“Thank you.”

take the key, shocked that he even knows about it, did he put the letter on my bed? I didn’t even see him enter. And

mind is working, but if you open this door you can get some answers.”

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