Elena's POV

I pace back and forth across my bedroom, biting my lip harshly.

Marriage.

I can't get married.

I just got my kid back.

I barely got my kid back.

And Miles, sure he likes Luca, but its because he was the new cool guy, not because they had any sort of actual relationship.

And who's to say he's even the one I'm 'supposed' to marry, it could be some random person and he just 'worries about my happiness' enough to try to stop it.

Imagine that, marry a stranger, I can't put my son in that danger.

Miles deserves better than that after all he's been through.

And for gods sake, we still have that mother fucking mole, who could be anyone.

Anyone.

It could be Luca, and he butt dialed me on purpose to through me off-

I growl in frustration, because it honestly feels like everything is falling apart.

I feel like I can't trust anyone, which is why it took me 20 minutes before I finally left Miles alone with Cameron.

Cameron.

I have no reason to not trust him, but I took 20 minutes trying to find one.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pick it up, not even looking at the I.D.

'Si?'

'Capo, Mia made it, surgery wasn't needed, but they did redo the stitching so it wouldn't get infected, and she's all set, should be back to work in two weeks,' Mario informs from the other end of the phone.

'Right, well tell her a month, and get her whatever she needs,' I instruct, 'and Mario,'

'Yes Elena,' he acknowledges.

'Take a fucking break,'

*

When people say kids bounce back from serious situations, I really didn't believe them.

Until Miles.

This kid is really watching SpongeBob with Cameron like nothing happened.

I mean, I get he's a kid and he doesn't quite understand what's going on, but, hell man, at least shed a tear.

"Is something wrong?" Kyle asks, looking at my dazed expression worriedly.

"No, I'm good,"

"Elena, since Adeem's no longer walking this earth in human form, I feel it is my job to study you and know when somethings up," he says.

"You're not a profiler Kyle," I comment, rolling my eyes.

"I could be," he argues.

"With your criminal record?" I counter, my gaze briefly checking on Miles to reassure myself that he was still there.

"They do say criminals make the best profilers,"

"What is the point of this conversation?" I question, giving him an annoyed look.

Kyle looks at me for a few seconds before letting out a deep sigh.

"Seriously, what's up?"

"Nothing, I just-, its weird you know, he's back and I have nothing to worry about." I finally say after a few moments of silence.

"And what's so wrong with that?" he asks, looking genuinely confused.

"I mean, nothings wrong with it, I guess I'm just not used to that feeling," I mumble, my eyes slowly meeting his.

"Chica, I think the best thing that you can do for both you and Miles would be the same advice you gave Mario," Kyle says, giving me a small smile.

"Don't get shot unless you're about to get caught?"

"No, take a fucking break," he laughs out, shaking his head.

"Kyle I can't take a break when there is a mole in this house, someone I trust, hell it could be you, or Luca, even Loki, but until I figure out which of my 'best friends,' decided to shit on our friendship for god knows what, a break is the last thing I'm doing,"

"And what's the first?"

"I need to talk to Luca's dad,"

*

"I don't care Mr. Blanks, you're responsible for a lot of shit that went down hill in the last year, my house burning down, my whole gang dying, Adeem dying, Hudson and Mathew dying, my kid going missing,"

"I've been busy, yes," he comments, motioning to the chair in front of his desk for the fifth time since I came here.

"I would watch my tone if I were you Mr. Blanks. I earned the respect I have, it didn't get handed to me by a last name, so don't start being impertinent, I'm being nice here, men with higher authority then you have gotten killed for just looking at me the wrong way," I say in a calm and collective tone, slightly smirking when Malcolm shifts slightly in his seat.

"Does your family respect you Elena, because last I knew, daddy dearest disowned you and mommy left when you were just a baby," he baits, trying to get a reaction.

I hum in response, letting a dry chuckle.

"Ya well, I created a family, a gang, one of the strongest mafia's to ever exist, to make up for being disowned," I say, leaning down on the desk so we were face to face.

"What will you do when your son disowns you for all the shit you put not just me, but my family, and him through," I spit out, glaring at him.

He lets out a throaty laugh, which causes me to back up from the spit that landed on my face.

I calmly wipe my cheek, and stare at him for a explanation.

"You wouldn't be capable of telling my son that his father, that he looked up to his whole life, was behind his soon to be son's kidnapping," he replies smugly, once he calmed down.

I probably should have been surprised that he knew all about the marriage thing that I just found out today, but honestly, he probably helped write that to.

"You'd be surprised what I'm capable of, I mean, I took out your whole security team in the 40 seconds I had that you thought was me walking to your office, don't under estimate me Mr. Blanks, I have no problem not giving you my offer and just killing you here,"

"And what's this offer," he questions, not so subtly pressing the security button on the front of his desk.

"I'll stage a murder, you'll leave the country, go to Russia, Germany, Greenland, somewhere we are bound to never visit in a million years, and I'll make it look like you died, so that your son, the one that looks up to you more then anyone, will remember you as someone he could be proud of, not someone he wished he could have killed," I say, anger laced in each word.

"And how will that work," he asks, ignoring the comment about his son wishing he could have killed him, even though I saw him flinch as the words left my mouth.

"You used to work for the mafia, is not that hard of a story to sell,"

"And if I don't agree to this plan?" he asks, although I can see the defeat in his body language.

"Then the body in the casket will be real, death by a bullet wound to the head by Luca Blanks, he doesn't take betrayal lightly,"