*Twelve and a half years later*

Sweat trickled down her forehead as she slammed another punch into the punching bag.

It had been 12 years since she last saw them physically, in person. Twelve fucking years since the people, who she doesn't even consider family, decided to abandon her.

She repeatedly hit the punching bag, wanting to release the pent up anger that had generated within her.

Rio decided to cut all contact with them at a mere young age of eight years old, the only times she would talk to them over phone were birthdays and Christmas. She didn't want to be a seasonal object they could use whenever they pleased.

She even considered to be emancipated, but her Nona and Popo managed to sway her opinion.

The young teen had been relentlessly pounding into the punching bag for a solid forty-five minutes before her trainer/grandfather had decided enough was enough.

"If you carry on like you are kid, you're going to have to buy another punching bag. It's what? Your fourth bag this month?" Popo leaned against the door frame, with his arms folded.

"Yeah, yeah you're just scared that I am going to whoop your ass in tonight's training." Rio chuckled as she threw her boxing gloves at the corner of the room.

"About that sweetheart, I need you to come with me to interrogation instead." The sturdy man strolled towards Rio and cupped his granddaughters cheeks.

The fifteen year old sighed and crinkled her nose up in disgust. "You know how much I hate that place."

To say this teenager had been trained by an ex-Mafia leader, she has always and will always be afraid of interrogation.

From the moment Riri first stepped into the quarters she had this eery, unsettled pit at the bottom of her stomach-it was that unsettling it made her sick.

"Please sweetheart, I will buy you an iced-coffee in exchange?" Popo tried to bribe the girl, with a smirk etched on his face. She could never say no to coffee.

"Ugh, fuck fine." She raised her hands up in mock surrender. She hated how he could easily persuade her, she likes him to think it's the coffee that coaxes her into the jobs-when it's really the fact that she could never say no to him.

She's a bit of a softie when it comes to her Popo.

"Thanks kid, also go help your Nona with dinner. She keeps stressing about this darn Apple Pie, she can't seem to get it right." Popo ruffled Rio's hair.

"Do you want me to break your hand, old man?" Rio snorted, she slapped away his hand and began to leave the room.

All she could hear was her grandfather's loud laughter resonating through the gym. As much as the young girl loved her grandfather; she couldn't help but want to strangle him sometimes.

Once Rio had showered and got changed into a clean pair of sweatpants and a basic shirt, she strolled into the kitchen to what could resemble a bomb site.

Flour was everywhere, even some flour managed to get in the fish bowl at the other end of the kitchen. It was one hundred percent verified that her Nona couldn't bake for shit.

"Nona, what happened?" The teenager chuckled as she approached her Grandmother, who was covered head to toe in flour and butter.

"That damn dog is what happened!" Nona threw her hands up in the air before resting them on her head. "I was just about to mix the dry ingredients but, Chicken decided to jump at me."

After a couple of months staying in Brazil, the grandparents thought it was best they buy a Doberman for the young tot.

Which she named Chicken of course.

Riri turned on her heel to see her beloved dog was in fact sitting on the floor, licking the contents of what was supposed to be the pastry for the Apple Pie.

"Chicken! You greedy dog!" She cooed as she walked towards the oblivious Doberman and squatted so she could pet him. No matter how cheeky or naughty her Chicken was, she wouldn't change him for the world.

Before Rio could coo at her dog any further, her grandfather came sprinting unexpectedly through the kitchen with a panicked look sprawled across his wrinkled, worn face.

"It's your father, he's in the hospital!"

A/N:

I am sorry I haven't been active much, I just haven't been really having the motivation lately and I still haven't got it back.

Lots of love,

Mia. X