Elena's POV

"It's pure," I say, pointing to the coke with gun.

The guy, whos name I don't remember, nods, swiping his pinky against the block, tasting it with his tongue.

I roll my eyes and relax back into the comfy armchair that was in the beige colored office.

"How much again?" Baldie asks.

I zoned out the rest of the conversation between him and Mario, one of my transfers from Florida.

6 months.

6 months, and still no sign of anything.

I had transfers from the highest ranks at all my bases come to the new houses I bought.

I have officially moved out of Luca's house, which he was not happy about, although he knew better than to fight with me.

He comes over every night, but I don't let him stay and talk.

I ignore him.

He talks to Cameron the nights he comes, from what I see the nights I come home at night.

If I can even call this place home.

I usually go out on some task, even if its as small as stealing beer for my underaged self, its still something to help get my mind off of Miles.

Of Adeem.

"Have a good day Ms. Torres," Mr. Baldie says, patting my shoulder. I grip his hand and twist it to the side, pulling it back, before down.

He lets out a startled cry, to which I roll my eyes.

I release his arm and point my gun at him. In two seconds he is out of my office, running out of my house.

"Get this remaining coke off of my table, and if I come back and there is even a trace of his ratchet perfume in the air, I will cut off your dick and shove it down your throat with a grenade," I say, to Mario.

"Yes Copo," he says, nodding to me.

"Helena or Elena, you work personally for me now, which means we don't need to act like there is a gun shoved up our asses when company is not around," I say, walking out of the room.

"E, have you seen Loki, she was suppose to train the PM class on gun cleaning, but she's not here," Tyler, Hudson's brother, says, walking up to me.

"Probably boning someone from her last class, can you cover for her?" I ask. He nods, kissing my cheek, before running back down the hall.

I let out a sigh, my head falling against the wall to the left of me.

Nothing makes since.

Miles would have made contact now, even at his 3 year old age. That's why he did it in the first place. It makes no sense as to why he would not try.

We found a note in a vase, from some lady named Emilia, that said she would keep him safe.

I had to hold on to that.

For me.

For Miles.

And for my gang.

"Elena, come on, we're going out to lunch," Cameron says, throwing his arm over my shoulder. I was about to object but he gave me a look begging me agree, to not fight him. I nod slightly to which he gives me a smile and we walk down the hall to the car.

*****

"Fuck your job El, sit your ass down now, and talk to me," Luca all but yelled at me.

I held eye contact with him before I gave up and sat down in the chair in front of him.

"Thanks,"

"Your not welcome,"

He rolls his eyes, mumbling 'immature' under his breath.

"If Cameron dragged me here to ditch me at a sabotage lunch with you to be rude to be, I will leave," I say, texting Cameron many explicit messages.

"You're avoiding the topic at hand," he points out.

"You never mentioned a topic." I state.

"It was implied, I just assumed th-"

"This is why we don't assume," I say, interrupting what ever he was about to say.

"Would it honestly be that hard to not be hostile towards me?" he questions.

"It would kill me,"

"I thought you wanted your death to be more interesting then that," he points out. I roll my eyes and thank the waiter who just put water on the table for the both of us.

"No but seriously, what's up with you all the sudden, just shutting me out?" he questions.

"You know what they say about questions?" I ask.

"Don't answer them with questions," he cockily replies.

"Don't answer them without a lawyer present," I smugly say, sipping my water.

"Doesn't one of your unspoken rules say never involve a lawyer, because you physically hate them?" he questions.

"Aren't you the observant one," I say, hoping I can keep the conversation light.

"El," he drawls, he face turning serious again.

"Seriously, I'm worried about you,"

"Join the club," I say.

"Work with me here," he pauses, taking a breath, "We used to talk," he says, breaking eye contact.

"Luca, sometimes you don't tell people everything because it can hurt them," I say, staring off into the distance.

"And what could you possibly say that could hurt me?" he questions.

"More than you know,"

*****

"I am going to slap you across the face, before dousing you in gas and setting you on fire. Then just for a after touch, I'm going to hit you with a semi truck." I say, glaring at Cameron, who looks like he just pissed his pants, although only those who know him can tell, because we are currently beating the shit out of a guy who was in my office attempting to kill me, at a warehouse.

"Well at least you won't carve a smiley face into my cheek, and a heart into my stomach before pouring liquor over it, then smack me, douse me in gas, set me on fire, and run me over with a semi truck, like you did to Weston," he says, playing with his bracelet.

His nervous habit.

"Your lucky Miles loves you, and will be lost if both you and Adeem are gone." I say, fiddling with my pocket knife.

"Oh I'm sure it wasn't that bad," he says, throwing a punch at the bastard, who is starring at us weirdly for are totally normal conversation.

"His dad was involved," I pause, shaking my head, a sarcastic smile making its way to my face, "Is involved in why my child is not with me right now, why my family is dead, why Adeem is dead, and YOU sent me on a cute little lunch date with him, so ya, it was THAT bad." I say, slamming the knife in the guys knee.

He lets out a startled scream, interrupting are conversation, so I decide I should ask some questions.

"Who do you work for?" I ask gruffly. The guy ignores me, and I roll my eyes, drifting into my thoughts.

I know I shouldn't be mad at Luca because he has no idea that his dad is even involved in this.

I can't even look him in the eyes and tell him the man he looked up to all these years is the reason we are all suffering.

That his own father betrayed him.

This is something he could have expected from my father, not his, and that's exactly what I'm going to tell him if he asks.

The meeting that was suppose to happen at lunch today was with his father. He needs to disappear, and sure, Luca will be heart broken, but it needs to happen.

I'll stage a murder.

He is a ex-mafia leader.

His dad will be 'dead' and my father will be the one who helped aid Noah's parents in kidnapping my child and keeping him hidden for so long.

"Did you tell him?" Cameron asks, pulling me back into our previous conversation.

"No, he would be heartbroken," I say.

"So what's the plan?" Cameron asks.

"That's for me to know, and you to figure out at a later time," I state, shifting my focus at the low-life who thought he could kill me.

But to be fair, he did get into my office, so kudo's to that.

"Okay you stubborn ass, who are you, and who do you work for?" I ask, lifting a eyebrow.

He copies my facial expression and I chuckle darkly.

"I like his attitude Cam, it shows real character," Cameron nods, walking around him like a bridal shop worker.

"Now we can do this easy,"

"Or we can do this hard," Cameron finishes for me.

Mr. Stubborn Donkey doesn't answer, so I give Cameron a look and he glances at the table and oh so glorious weapons.

"I say hammer, we could knock some sense into him," he says, laughing at his own joke.

"Did you just make a pun?" the guy asks, before coughing up some blood.

I gasp dramatically, placing my hand over my heart, eyes wide.

"He talks,"

I earn a glare from the guy and a chuckle from Cameron.

"How do you run the mafia?" he questions, wiping the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I ground myself enough to not let the power get to my head, but I let myself get pissed enough to deal with motherfuckers like you," I say, calmly, picking up the hammer from Cameron's hand and making my way back over to the asshole, who flinches when I crouch down in front of him.

"Now, I am going to break a finger for every question you don't answer, so I suggest you start talking,"