Elena's POV

I slowly made my way to the front of the church, leaving a emotionless expression on my face. Adeem had a huge family, close with all of them, which put them in a tuff situation knowing that every time they have seen him could have been the last.

People filled the rows of the church, from young to old. Many children were crying, there parents and grandparents comforting them. Loki was crying silently, over the loss of her brother, her mom trying to comfort her well also mourning the loss of her own son.

I continued my walk to the front of the church, which grew quiet. I let out a breathe and gave everyone a sad smile.

"In my line of work, I never expect myself to feel. To make friends, have a real family. I pushed everyone away and never took the time to actual try to build any type of a relationship with anyone. But then I met this real ambitus, brave, loving, caring, charming, cocky, intelligent, young man, who had loved the movie Peter Pan" I pause, smiling slightly at the memory of one of my best friends.

"And as much as I mastered the art of running away, he mastered the art of finding me. He never gave up no matter how much I pushed him away. So I gave in, I let myself love. Care. Trust. I let myself enjoy the late night talks and arguments over whether a hot dog is a sandwich or not,"

"Instead of being his boss, I was his friend, his sister. We would spend holidays and birthdays together. Are families became one. Blood didn't matter because we knew how much we meant to each other. We knew how much we loved each other." I pause as a tear falls down my cheek.

"Many times had Adeem saved my life, a debt a will never be able to repay. He has done so much for so many people, family or not, he never cared. And he went through so much himself, but he never let it get him, he was so strong. Stronger then me, although I will never admit to him." I laugh a little through my tears at the last sentence.

"It really sucks, to come through everything he has, and be gone in seconds, almost as though everything he did meant nothing. But it meant everything. Its actually quite shocking for me to be saying goodbye to him. Maybe its because Adeem never said goodbye, and maybe it was because of that stupid Peter Pan movie he always watched that he said the words 'Never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting'" I ramble on, stopping to catch a breathe as some chuckle through there tears.

"And to be honest, this was are only serious argument. But as much as I honestly hated arguing with Adeem, I couldn't agree with him. I didn't want to hold on to him, let him rot in the hell hole that is my mind. But then we talked, one of those classic, definitely-not-about-to-die-this-is-why-are-talking about-this talk," I smile a bit and wipe my tears.

"I really am not the person to admit when I am wrong but boy was I stupid. I could never say goodbye to Adeem because he was a part of me. Part of the reason I was still alive to this very day. He taught me to experience the pain, beauty, and emotion of the world around me. And when he left this world, that pain was so much more, the beauty was gone, and the emotion was almost unbearable." I wipe tears as they fall fast, quickly, and uncontrollably.

"But I Adeem wouldn't want that, because that's not who he was. He was strong. His eyes still shined even when he was sad. Even when he felt not good enough." I pause, letting my words sink in, well grabbing the single rose and placing it on the casket.

"But you are enough bubba, so much more then enough. You are a fighter, a dreamer. Reach for the stars and never stop loving yourself fretello orso,"

*****

I sat in Luca's room brushing out my hair, watching Peter Pan, well Loki was watching Peter Pan, I was typing, trying to find my kid who has been missing for the past two months. Loki just got back from another mission and decided that we need to have a movie night, which is weird without Adeem and Cameron but its okay, because cam is only in the other room trying to find my kid.

"So, how are you?" Loki questions.

"I mean, nightmares are horrible, every night now. I just want my kid back," I say. She nods.

"If you could have one wish, what would it be?" she asks.

"To escape, take my kid and live a normal life. For everything to be okay. A place I didn't wake up in the middle of the night screaming. A place I could actually smile and laugh. A place were I didn't have to cry everyday behind close doors. And I don't want everything to be perfect, I just want it to be okay."

Loki nods pulling me into a hug.

"We will find him, promise," she says, I nod, standing up. I go out of the room and knock on Cameron's. He grunts and I open the door rolling my eyes at his behavior.

"Well, Hello to you to Beast," I say plopping down on the bench in front of his window that is currently open.

"Ciao bellazza" I snort at his cheesiness and stare out in the distance at nothing in particular. We sit in silence for a few moments before Cam finally talks.

"You do know we will find him right?" Cameron asks, starring at me, his green eyes begging for me to tell him yes.

"I don't know Cam. It's been two months and we have no leads, at all, what if we don't find him?" I question. Cameron brushes his messy ash blonde hair to the side with his hand before fiddling with the bracelet that he always wears.

"Do you feel it?" he asks. I look at him confused. He looks at me then resumes the spinning of the bracelet, his most prized possession.

"Do you feel it, that he is hurt, that he is dead." he pauses. "Because I don't, and Miles is smart, there's only two reasons he hasn't been found and those are, he doesn't want to, which is not what's happening because he is to young to go through the whole running away thing, you know being three and all. So the only other reason is they manipulated him into thinking he is safe or he is keeping you safe," Cameron states.

I nod, agreeing with him.

My phone rings and Cam rolls his eyes mubbling something about how if Adeem were still here he'd toss my phone out the window and I was lucky he was nice. I chuckled and answered my phone.

"Ciao?"

"Momma?"

"Bambino, were are you?" I question snapping my finger in front of Cams face to get his attention. He looks at me confused to which I point at my phone then his computer. He pulls it out and starts tracking.

"I don't know momma."

"Are you hurt?" I asked worriedly.

"No, and I did what Adeem told me to do when a bad thing happens like this, I stayed on there good side. Do you think when you find me he'd be proud?" he asked. His words made my heart swell and my breathe hitch, but only for a few seconds.

"Adeem always has and always will be proud of you bambino," I say. He doesn't understand my words and I know that, but he will.

"Now, I know you snuck a phone so I know they will be looking for it soon, I need you to keep it on the call but hide it from sight," I say.

"Okay, right now?"

"Right now, amore," I hear shuffling on the other end of the phone so I put mine on speaker and look up at Cam His hopeful eyes are staring back at me.

"Miles, we are going to the mall now, get your shoes," a voice calls out at the same time a ping comes from Cameron's computer.

Me and Cameron stare at each other, then his computer then the phone, before I let out many profanities in Italian,

"Bambino, I am on my way, stay put, make an excuse, like you sick or something." I say.

"Okay," he says.

"Miles, listen, I love you, so much. I have to go but I will be there,"

"Okay, love you to momma," he says, before there's more shuffling and the line went dead. I look up at Cameron who just set down his phone, most likely texting Luca about the new information. He looks at me with panic in his eyes.

"Why would they take the kid?" he asks, standing up throwing on some shoes.

"Noah was psychotic Cam, where do you think he learned it from?" I ask rhetorically, putting my curly hair in a high ponytail.

"But crazy enough to kidnap your grandkid from the mafia?"

"If Miles was any younger and we didn't teach him anything, we would have never found him," I say, knowing it was the truth. We exit the bedroom and head down the hallway towards the weapons room.

"Which is impossible because Noah was only part of a street gang. There is no way that George or Amanda would be able to know more information about your whereabouts in a day then even Luca's best trackers." Cameron points out.

"I agree, you have a mole Helena, and its someone you trust, because Cameron doesn't even know were you go between 7pm-9pm, which for the record, I feel I achieved that I do," Luca says, walking up behind us.

I think it over in my head and let out a sigh. Great, just great, the Italian mafia has a mole, and not just any mole, a mole who's one of my best friends.