Carta A Mis Sobrinos Novels & Stories

Luca relayed with bubbling excitement. "That's incredible news! I'll share it with your mother; she will be overjoyed," Mr. Montero replied, understanding the depth of Luca's emotions. Luca couldn't contain his happiness upon learning that his long-lost sister had been located. He finally felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing he had successfully accomplished the mission his father had entrusted him with. For years, he had longed for this moment, dreaming of the day his family would be whole again. Filled with determination, he swiftly got dressed and hurried out of his apartment, eager to meet his sister at the designated location.

Hi, my bambino, You will be a big girl by the time you read this letter. You might not even remember me. But you understand I had to remove you from all of this danger. I must be separated from you until I achieve something and save you from more problems. I hope you want to meet me after reading this. The address is at the bottom of the page, and Uncle Gio and Aunt Cara will fill you in on the rest. I hope to meet you soon, my Passero. Happy birthday my little love.

“Um… great. Just what I didn’t want to deal with. Geddo Tarek is probably the last person I wanted to see while I was here. But find let’s go deal with him.” “Oh, this will be fun. Come, gordita. Lets go see how papi handles bisabuelo Adio.” I scoffed. “Makes me happy that the only people living from my blood family are my sister and son.” I shook my head. “And you wait, Zory. Tía Mariana and Tío Caleb will want to eat you up.” I rolled my eyes as I heard Sameer gasp. “I don’t mean literally. What the heck is wrong with you?” These hunters need to lighten up. “My sister and her mate would never harm a child, least of all their sobrina.”

I ignore him and I continue with my letter. “Father, this is Mira. I know you may probably not be happy to see a letter from me. But I desperately need to let it out. The Alpha Brothers are typically monsters. They are as wicked as you described them and even worse. They are used to gruesome sight amd are even encouraging me to do so. I wish I can come back home but I know that I am doing this for the family. I have sworn not to let any feelings harbor between me and this wicked brothers. Do well to send your regards.” I hold my tears tight careful not to stain the paper and start writing everything all afresh.

He continued in the letter. “So, embedded in the envelope you got this letter is a document of your inheritances from me to you. Greta has always wanted to lead her life the way she wants but you are my son. Who else will take up the family legacy.” I was shocked, my foster father who is my fathers brother never said anything about this.” “Lastly, trust only your uncle and his wife. When there were wolf's all around me. They were my angels. I love you son. Peace.” The letter ended.

I have missed you already. `I have missed you too. We will be home by tomorrow morning, and we can go shopping to prepare for my grandchildren. I have sent a recipe to Santiago to prepare for you tonight. You`re going to love it!` I smiled. `Thank you, mom. My regards to James, and please, take care of yourself.`

On the back, several lines in Marcus's handwriting. *Little brother, if you're reading this, then you definitely observed what I left. I am no longer coming again. I cannot. However, I am at peace now. I finished what Dad started. The Sovereign Hand is gone. Really gone. All the leaders. All the records. All the contracts. I burned it all. You're free. Marry her. Have babies. Grow old together. Live the life we never got to have. That's all I ever wanted for you. Be happy. That's my last request. Your brother, Marcus.*

“I’m your sister too, and of course, I want Mom to get better.” Brandon seemed to soften, and I could almost hear him relax. I had him in the palm of my hand now. “I’ll have someone return the card to you later. You can swipe it and buy anything you want.” I had to force myself not to squeal with excitement. “Okay, thank you, brother,” I said, playing the part perfectly.

And in the piazza, under the Roman sun, two siblings finally met. Back at the villa Luca arrived with Elena. Everyone looked at him with suspicion, with surprise, with something akin to hope. Matteo was the first to approach. Are you my uncle? Maybe. Do you know how to fly kites? No. But I can learn. Matteo smiled. Welcome. And the family, once again, grew. In the Calabrian cemetery, on Sofia's grave, someone had left a red rose. And a note: "Thank you for teaching me to dream. I did it, love. I'm free."

’ Cardinal snorted. ‘And once again, you don’t get it. I’m not attracted to men. I never have been. What kind of love can there be when I’m not attracted to my mate? And what about the part of my dreams of having a family?’ I questioned. ‘My brothers are going to start families and make me an uncle probably more times over than I want to count. The uncle. And that’s all I’m going to ever be now. And yes, I know things like adoption, and all that exists.’ I sighed.