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"Oooh, can we get this?"

"No, I want that one!"

"Can we get both?"

Sophia and Alessio did what they always do whenever we went to the store and argued over the type of cereal they'd get. "No, just find one you both like."

"Leaders don't settle!" Alessio shouted.

It was too early for this. Yes, he has always been obsessed with everything mafia, and yes he knew he was one day going to become an official member. He has never talked about it this much though. I didn't want to be rude and say it was annoying, but that's what it was starting to get to. I sipped on my coffee and prayed to god I'd wake up a little faster. "Little boys settle when their mom says they're going to, so you better figure something out."

"Please, can we get frosted flakes, Sio?" Soph begged.

"I want Cheerios."

"Ok," I grabbed a random box and threw it in the cart, "Honey bunches of oats it is."

They both sighed heavily as we moved on. See, already off to an amazing start to this perfectly perfect day.

"What's for dinner?" Alessio asked.

"Whatever your dad decides to make for you," I answered while looking at the shelves. Nothing was looking amazing.

"Excuse me," a new voice said. I turned around to see an eerily familiar guy and a less familiar little boy. "I think I know you."

I gave him a weird look, "Um...maybe."

"Allison?" He asked, "Right? It's Jake from the police department. You worked there for like a week and then you just left. I thought you died after that shoot out."

Shit.

Jake Harris, the cop.

"You look different. Did you dye your hair?"

I nodded and swallowed hard, "Mhmm."

"How've ya been?"

"Umm...good?" I was nervous. I knew Sio was over there assuming things and it wasn't long before he opened his mouth and gave his two cents. "What about you?"

"Eh, could be worse. Who are these guys?" He pointed at Sophia and Alessio. "You had kids?"

"Yeah. Soph-"

Before I could finish my introduction, Sio stepped in like I had a terrible feeling he would.

"Alessio D'Amico," he said coldly.

Jake looked taken aback, "D'Amico?" He gave me a look, "No. You're kidding, right? You're not the D'Amico at least, are you?"

"We gotta go," I grabbed Sophia's and Alessio's hands, left the cart and started heading for the exit that was on the totally opposite side of the store.

Jake and his son chased after us, he was now on the phone, undoubtedly with his cop friends.

I let go of Sophia's hand, mainly because Alessio couldn't be trusted right now, and took my phone out of my jacket. "Are you calling daddy?" Soph asked. I nodded.

I had a strong feeling there was nothing he could do for us at this point though, and we would have to dig ourselves out somehow.

I hit one on speed dial and waited, all while trying to listen to Jake's own phone call.

It wasn't sounding good for us.

"Hello," Angelo answered after what seemed like forever.

"We're in trouble!" I yelled, "The cops found us," as we walked outside, my biggest suspicion had been confirmed. You could hear the cop sirens blaring down the street.

"What?! Where are you? Can you get away?"

"I...don't think so."

The cell phone was yanked out of my hand by Jake, "Fuck you!" I snapped.

"You're gonna have to come in and answer a few questions for us."

"I won't answer any of your stupid questions, so there really isn't a point."

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I was surprised that they didn't take Sophia and Alessio away from me. They instead got to sit in this scary ass room listening to terrible stories about their dad with me.

This Detective Woodrow guy was a real piece of work. I remember hearing about him all the time that week or so I "worked" here. He had the balls to talk shit about Angelo and try to get us to turn our backs on him and give up his location.

"How can you sit here and defend the man behind these innocent people's murders?" he motioned to the various crime scene photos laid out in front of us. They were grotesque yes, but that's what the mafia was and we knew that. "Can we make a deal?"

"Absolutely not."

"Will you at least listen to it?"

"I obviously can't stop you from talking. If I could, you wouldn't have said all of that stuff in front of my kids, now would you?"

"If you won't give up Angelo's whereabouts, what about Rafael's?"

"Rafael?" I asked. The name wasn't ringing a bell, "I'm not as associated with the mafia as you'd like to think, Mr. Woodrow."

"Angelo's father. Do you know where he is?"

Ohhh, so that's his name. Interesting. I probably knew that at one point.

"What do I get if I tell you?" I saw this going in a very good direction, I could also see them turning it around though and taking Angelo too, so, I'd probably have to decline.

"We'll let you go home."

"I....I don't know. You're setting me up for very very bad things. I'd be known as a traitor and that would reflect poorly on the rest of us. I could get killed," I paused, "I don't wanna talk to you anymore."

"Who gets the power after Rafael? Who'll be the Boss?"

"Even if I knew, why the hell would I tell you?"

"It's your son, isn't it?"

"Of course not."

He kept on asking questions and I kept on ignoring them.

"Ok, we can play this game. I'll take your children into a separate room and interview them. Maybe they'll be more cooperative."

"We don't want to talk to you either," Sophia said and Alessio nodded in agreement. "We won't talk to you. Omertà."

Detective Woodrow stood up and walked out of the room. Sophia immediately turned to me, "Did daddy really kill all of them?" She stole a quick glance at the pictures still on the table before looking back at me.

Seriously? How do I put this without absolutely crushing her, "No. Why would he?"

And lies. That's how you do it.

"Why does he think he did than?"

"Can we just tell him where grandpa is so we can go home?" Alessio asked.

The door opened and this time Jake came in. He was one of the last people I wanted to see at this very moment. He took the seat detective Woodrow was in not too long ago and just sat there quietly.

"Yes?" I asked, "What do you want?"

"Answers."

"If I tell you where to find Rafael, will you forget about Angelo and let us go home?"

"We won't forget about Angelo. He's wanted. Have you seen the stuff he's had a hand in doing? We can turn our heads for a minute, but no longer than that."

"Ok. He goes to the Red Wagon club in Manhattan every Wednesday night, so I've learned anyway."

"If you're lying, we're bringing you back in."

I stood up, "If you can find me."

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Guys!

I'm so sad after reading all of your comments on the last chapter :(

But...

I think the story is coming to an end, and I've already written the first chapter for the next one. It'll be the last in the series, so I'm kinda sad. The teaser cover is the picture at the top.