Chapter 5 5.

The drive to the station was conflicting.

I knew I shouldn't feel upset, my family's in the fucking mafia for fucks sake. They'd get me out no problem, I just needed to hang on for a few days.

Yet, I couldn't help but feel in my gut that it would take longer than that.

It had just gone midday by the time we arrived at the station, it was a large grey building, which was pretty fucking depressing.

How could someone work here everyday?

I grabbed my small bag of shit and followed the two officers into the building, taking in the various other police officers situated around the building.

They gave me small smiles of... pity?

Urgh.

I stared at them back blankly, not wanting to put up with the victim facade they forced onto me when they took me from my home.

We slowly made our way through the maze of offices and rooms, until we stopped outside one with the plaque, 'Diaz' nailed to the door.

Spanish, huh? Please be a hot latino man, my shit day would get 10x better.

The female officer knocked on the door and waited patiently for a response.

"Come in." A slightly accented male voice responded.

Ok hot voice: check.

The two officers ushered me forwards, "Okay sweetie, this is where we leave you for today," the woman spoke, "Officer Diaz will take care of you from now on."

They both smile and wished me goodbye, leaving me to walk into this stranger's office,

Okaaay then.

Fuck it, I open the door and step inside, closing the door behind me.

Sitting at the desk was a tanned looking man with dark tousled hair. He had a slight 5 o'clock stubble on his face, adding a little roughness to his already young looking face.

Okay so my day got 10x better.

Officer Hottie- I mean Diaz didn't acknowledge me yet, still looking down at the papers he was going over.

"Take a seat, please." He said, almost bored. I mean I didn't blame him if this was his job, doing the same shit everyday and having to deal with kids. Couldn't be me.

I plopped down into one of the comfy chairs in front of his desk, completely man-spreading as I looked curiously around his office.

"Okay, what's your name?" He asked, still looking over the documents on his table.

"Carlotta Angela Vasiliev." I replied, looking intensely at the photos on his wall.

Nah to be honest I was just looking at his highschool graduation photo he had on his wall. So he's always been fine? Urgh.

As soon as I said my name, his interest in his documents dissipated. His head whipped up to look at me, as soon as he saw me his eyes widened significantly before he composed himself.

Clearing his throat he shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, Vasiliev?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." I mumbled disinterestedly, still looking around his office.

"Are you sure it's Carlotta Angela?" He asked, causing me to look at him finally with a 'are you for real' face.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." I replied sarcastically, now having a chance to look at his face properly. He had beautiful green eyes, contrasting his otherwise dark appearance.

He was looking at me intensely, not that I wasn't lapping up the attention, but it felt a little too intimate.

"How old are you?" He asked apprehensively.

"17" I responded, turning 25 next month for you.

His face paled, "Fuck." he barely whispered, still looking at me dumb-founded.

Shit, does he work for the Vasiliev's? I know they have people working in the police force for them, but I knew better than to ask.

Clearing his throat, he tried to clear his expression of shock and... happiness? But he failed miserability, his face smiling slightly as he spoke to me, "Uh, okay, um, Carlotta, we need to take a DNA test and check for any biological family." He said all too excitedly.

I nodded, looking at him weirdly. He looked way too happy about this shit.

He saw my apprehensive look towards his attitude and immediately cleared his face of emotion, going as far as to deepen his voice a bit as he spoke, "Standard procedure." He nodded, trying to act professional after his little outburst.

I chuckled slightly at his attempt, he was kinda cute and reminded me of a puppy. He grinned widely at me after hearing me laugh, making me not be able to not grin back at him.

"Okay, follow me to the doctor we have in the station and we'll get this done for you." As soon as he said doctor, something seemed to have clicked in his head. He turned around from walking out his office and gave me a once over, making me realise all my injuries from Emiliano were on display.

He gulped slightly, his throat bobbing, before his jaw hardened and clenched. He probably thinks the Vasiliev's did this, at least that's what the other officers thought.

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, looking down a little to hide the majority of my bruises. He took that as a sign to not ask, which I appreciated and we continued our way to the doctors room.

"Alright Car, I'll wait out here for you." He smiled at me, making me smile at the familiarity of the nickname.

Wait, how the fuck does he know people call me that-

The doctor's office door opened, and a nice looking woman welcomed me in.

She did a quick DNA test and told me she'd send the results to Officer Hottie- I mean Diaz's room when they were ready. In the meantime I got to hang out with him in his office.

Sounds good to me.

"Bro, I'm telling you water is not fucking wet!" Diaz, whose name I found out was Santiago shouted at me exasperatedly.

"Are you dumb? Of course it's wet, it's WATER." I yelled back. Getting frustrated at his reluctance to accept the truth.

"Bullshi-" He began before I cut him off.

"Uh-uh don't you bullshit me Santiago. Admit I'm right and I won't make your job a living hell." I replied threateningly.

"Pfft, as if you could do shit, star." He rolled his eyes, using the nickname he weirdly assigned me.

It sounds really familiar-

I'm happy though cause it's kinda cute and not doing much to stop the crush I have on this man.

I sigh dramatically, stretching out on the sofa I was on, "It'd be a shame if I were to accidentally report to your senior officer that you were harassing my poor 17 year old abused self." I I pouted, playing into the whole abusive family card.

Hey I guess I have that privilege now, I might as well use it to my advantage.

His face changed slightly when I mentioned the abuse, jaw tightening and eyes going a little darker. Was it too early to mention?

Oops.

He quickly changed again though, smirking at me and chuckling evilly, "little devil..." he muttered under his breath. He sighed loudly in defeat, "Fine, fine you win. Again."

Looking smug, I sent him a playful wink, making him roll his eyes.

It was weird how quickly I became comfortable with him, I usually don't get on with people but Santiago reminded me so much of my brothers, especially Levi, and I was beginning to miss them already.

A knock at the door made us both sober up a little, sitting up straighter on the sofa and his chair.

The doctor from before poked her head in the door, "The results sir." She smiled at him, holding a rather thick file of papers.

"Thank you, just leave them on my desk." He replied seriously. The doctor shuffled into the room and left the file on Santiago's desk before turning and heading out but not before sending me a reassuring smile on the way.

I didn't smile back, too stuck in the thought of what that meant.

No way could they have found anyone in the DNA results.

Maybe the doctor was working for my family and forged the results to say the Vasiliev's were my biologicals.

That's why she sent me a smile right? She knows whats up.

I smirked at my family's quick working, excited to be going home soon to my bed.

And brothers and dad. Of course.

Santiago looked equally happy to see the thick file, to the point where he looked smug, like he knew what was in the file already.

Maybe he is with my family's mafia...

"Alright, let's see what we got." He mumbled whilst opening the file and pulling out some papers.

He took one glance at them and a broad smile appeared on his face. Momentarily distracted by how good he looks when he smiles, I didn't hear that he was talking to me.

"-send you on a plane as soon as possible." He smiled at me.

Wait, what? Plane? Huh?

"Wait, wait. Back the fuck up," I said waving my hands for him to stop. He cringed slightly at my vulgar language, as if he wanted to scold me for it. "What do you mean plane? Can't I catch a ride home?" I asked.

"To New York? No, I don't think so." He said sarcastically.

"New York? Why would I be going to New York?" I ask stupidly.

"Your biological family, Car, we found them. They're living in New York. you'll catch a plane out to go live with them." He smiled at me softly

What the fuck. This wasn't part of the plan.

I've never had a biological family. All I remember from the early stages of my life are my family in Norway and the years I was captured by Oskar.

"That can't be right. I don't have family in New York." I exclaim, not wanting to believe what Santiago was saying.

"It is, star." He told me softly, looking at me sadly. "You have 5 brothers. Your biological last name is Beneventi. You've lived with them before til you were 3, but then-" He cut himself off, getting angry towards the end but quickly stopping whatever he was about to say.

I've lived with them before? Beneventi... that's an Italian last name. Is that how I know Italian? I've never really known where I was from, having lived with multiple people throughout my life.

Sinking down further into my spot on the couch, I take a minute to think over the information I was just given.

"Wait, how do you know they'll want me? They already apparently got rid of me all those years ago. What makes you think they'll want me now. Don't you have to call them or something?" I asked confused, Santiago seemed to know a lot about my situation.

Realisation struck Santiago's face, "Eh-heh, yes, um, I'll call your eldest brother's number now. I'll be back, don't break anything whilst I'm gone." He said, smirking at me for the last part.

"Can't make any promises." I said under my breath.

"I heard that dumbass!" He yelled from outside the door.

The fuck have I gotten myself into

Holy shit.

As soon as she said her name, I knew. It had to be her. The Beneventi's have been looking for their little sister for years. I've been looking for my star for years.

Angelo's been my best friend since we were kids, and I've worked in his mafia as a police officer since Car went missing. When I saw her in my office today, I couldn't hide my shock. It was her. She looked just like Massimo.

I was so shocked that in the first few minutes I hadn't realised her bruises. When I finally realised I had to contain my anger. Knowing her adoptive family had put their hands on her made my blood boil. But I needed to rein it in. I don't know what the Beneventi's want to tell her about what they do, but it's not up to me to decide. So for now, I need to look past it, which is difficult considering she's black and blue sitting in my office.

It was sad hearing she didn't remember when she lived with the Beneventi's, I was a large part of her life as I was living with Angelo at the time. She always brought a life to the house that's been absent ever since.

Closing my office door behind me, I rang Angelo's contact on my phone praying that he'd pick up.

"The fuck do you want Santi, aren't you supposed to be working?" Angelo answered the phone.

"Fuck off, you should be too dickhead." I retort.

We love each other very much.

"Watch how you speak to your Don, asshole." He huffed out. I could almost see him clenching his jaw through the phone.

"Yeah, yeah now that ego preservations have been dealt with, I have news." I announce, barely keeping the smile out of my voice.

"If this is about another threesome you had, Santi, I'm really not in the mood-" He began.

"What?! No, no it's better this time I swear!" I rushed out, not wanting him to hang up on me. "A kid came into the office today Angelo, she'd been abused by her adoptive family."

"Okay. What does that concern me for?" He sighed, obviously wanting me to get to the point.

"I took a DNA test. It's her Angelo." I said, "It's Car."