Carta A Mi Sobrino Novels & Stories

“I just realized…my cousin lied to me.” Galileo raised an eyebrow. “What?” “My cousin, Nero,” I said, “he’s not my cousin, he’s…my brother. He’s Donatello’s son. I wonder if---” The other Luna brother reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey, don’t get obsessed over that right now. We’re on a mission. Everything else is a distraction.” “Right.” We got out of the car and headed to the train station. But when we got there, I heard someone calling out my name. “Emmilia!”

He rubbed my hands together with his and brought them to his mouth, blowing warm air from his mouth. What the heck? My mind speak as I couldn’t let go of his hand. “Don’t worry, Mia Signora. I may look like a devil to you physically, but trust me, I have a heart,” he mischievously uttered. “As long as I am with you on this ship, I will keep you safe. After all, I am your grande fratello, right?” My mouth parted. What he meant by that was, ‘he is my brother.’... “Huh?”

he said forcing a smile. Up close, it was a bit worse. He looked exhausted and worn out. My gaze flicked between him and Bruno junior. Then I remembered. “Oh!” I said. “BJ, this is…” “Roberto,” BJ finished. “My brother,” I added. “Roberto, meet Bruno junior, the one father told us about. Brother…. meet brother.” There was a brief silence immediately I uttered the last word. Bruno junior gave Roberto a weird glance, he nodded uninterested and looked away.

I had everything planned out perfectly; I would handle all the questions from my grandmother, and she wouldn’t have to answer any of those jerks. With my plan in place, I felt I could navigate this without any major fallout. Just as we stepped out of the car, a blue limousine sped into the parking lot. I recognized it immediately—it was my youngest brother, Damian. He was the only one bold enough to drive in with such speed. Though he wasn’t my direct brother, he was my cousin from a direct lineage, standing in as the next governor of the province.

he said. I scowled at him and grunted out, "What?" "A letter came in today," He extended a brow envelop to me, his voice filled with pain. I took it and accessed it. The envelope was plain, and nothing signaled an incoming attack, but the content did. I stared at the writing on the paper for a brief second before squeezing it. Diego Cardenás. This had happened because of his fucking cousin that I had killed. I guessed this was the eye for an eye message I received earlier.

“—are not exactly cheap.” Papá leans closer to the camera, wearing that classic Latin patriarch expression that does not invite debate. “Arabellita, youre all my kids. Your sister only gets engaged once. You think I don’t know what your bank account looks like? I can send a jet if I have to.” Fiona piles on. “Come on, Sisteuurr. It’s been so long since we were all together. I want you here. Both of you. And the gremlins.”

I am keeping notes for the romance novel I am going to write about after all this is over. Also-also. Your mother's brother. YES, your UNCLE who lives in the east. He sent two crates of pears! He said they are for "the daughter of the daughter he was not allowed to claim." I cried. I am not made for this much family drama. Please come home soon. Or send it to me. Or both. I love you. I love you. I love you. Mira. I set the letter down. I picked up the pen.

"Beautiful auntie, I really hope that one day you can become my mommy! Remember my name, I'm Liliana. We'll meet sooner or later!" There was a beautiful cartoon smiley face on the card and behind the card was a delicate pink bowknot. "Brother, what are you looking at?" Demarion immediately leaned over when he saw Braint in a daze. "Wow!" "Wow!" Demarion widened his eyes in shock after reading the contents of the card. "What does this mean?" "We have a rival in love!?" Braint rolled his eyes at him. "Dad has a rival in love."

It read as this: Chicca, Would you come back to me willfully or would I have to come grab you by the hairs. I will be counting the seconds while you decide. You've got 24 hours to return to the club and take orders on how to go about it, or that figlio di puttana you're conniving with gets the first bullet of many: your brother, his wife, his son, your sisters or your mother. With every passing hour, my mind might change and I'd start sharing the bullets. And, I reserved best for last: riportami il mio erede o avrai una bara con i corpi di tutta la tua famiglia dentro...

I said, and he scoffed. “A proper word would be thank you, brother.” He said as I turned to face him. Alpha Diego De Medici, my older brother and legitimate, if I can still call him that in theory, son of Cosimo. “But I am guessing that we can spare that for later. We need to get out of here, because I have a feeling that this is not going to be the last of what we are going to deal with…”