Carta A Mi Sobrino Novels & Stories

Supernatural. He could read it. “En busca de mi hermano.” In search of my brother. Diego’s blood went still. Leonardo finished, pushed the napkin toward him. “That’s what it said. That’s what he was.” Diego took the napkin, folded it, slipped it into his pocket. “Thank you.” Leonardo stood, taking his beers. “See you around, amigo.” When he was gone, Javier shook his head. “He’s got quite the imagination.”

I didn’t think she would leave so soon, though. “Where?” I ask him and he looks up at me. His blue eyes are raging with fire. “Sicily.” He hands me an envelope and I take it from him. I open the lip and pull out the paper. Unfolding it, seeing her beautiful cursive handwriting. I read it. Andros, my big brother. By the time you read this, I would have left. I’m sorry for not being strong enough and for being a burden to you. It was never my intention to drag you into my mess.

he whispered, eyes wide with shock. "But it is," I whispered back, feeling a strange mixture of relief and dread knotting in my chest. "You’re not just from the DeLuca’s family, Leonardo. You’re Martini’s son. We both are Martini's children. You’re… my brother."

I closed their door gently and walked to my room. I called Pietro. “Good afternoon, Pietro.” “Ali. Forgive me for thinking you had forgotten I existed.” He said, sounding mocking. I laughed. I knew he was joking. “I was only trying to keep you safe. How has it been at Cartier's?” Cartier was Pietro's daughter. She had birthed a child and Pietro had traveled to see his grandchild. “My grandson is perfect, but as he can't talk nor walk yet, I think I am ready to return to work.” He sighed in a long, suffering way.

He was working hard on something with crayons and colored paper, his tongue sticking out a little as he concentrated. "What are you making, sweetie?" He looked up, his dark eyes shining with excitement. "A special badge for you!" He held up a star made from yellow paper. "SUPERMOM" was written on it in his careful ten-year-old handwriting. "Because you saved me from mean Mama Daniela, and now you're having a sister for me, and you're still fighting bad guys even when you're sick in the hospital." My heart felt like it might burst with love. "Mateo, come here."

"You've had seven years of time, Elena. How much more do you need?" The door behind me creaks. I whirl around, but it's too late. Maya stands in the doorway, her pink beanie askew, her tiny hand gripping the frame. "Mommy? I'm hungry." Marcus goes completely still. I watch his eyes move from me to Maya, from Maya to me. See the confusion, then the dawning realization. "Elena." His voice is barely a whisper. "Who is this?" I close my eyes. "This is Maya." The words feel like stones in my mouth. "Maya, this is... this is your uncle. My brother, Marcus."

She smiled warmly. Cole’s lips curled into a wicked smirk that made my soul tremble. "Stepbrother?" he chuckled weakly, pulling out the chair opposite me. "Well, isn't this interesting." He stared at me, his eyes promising hell without saying anything further. "Welcome to the family…rat," he mouthed so only I could hear. I forced the food down my throat as shivers ran down my spine. I knew it, was trapped and this was just the beginning.

The car door popped open by their driver, before Christian got in, he looked at me and I winked, his ears turning pink. Haha, he’s totally blushing! “Bye, big brother!” I yelled as the car drove off. After that, I went upstairs to my room. Took out my diary from the drawer and grabbed my pen and wrote: Christian, my crush. A big stupid smile appeared on my lips before I could stop them.

I asked him intrigued. - "It's very simple: thanks to my memory. Even though I didn't talk to you much, I observed you daily. Of course, when you say it like that, it sounds strange. However, it's the truth. I know you much more than you can imagine," my older brother explained to me, without his eyes leaving his painting. He was proud of it. At least I had proof that he cared about me. I would treasure this painting until I died.