"I'm pretty sure you have everything you could possibly need by now. It's been a week. I've asked everyone. No one knows anything about you other than your name!" I yelled as Angelo ran on the treadmill. Sophia tried to find a way to get up with him, but the speed seemed to intimidate her. "Angelo!" I snapped.

"I'm thinking!" He snapped right back. He pressed a button on the treadmill and the speed dramatically decreased. Sophia hopped on just as he got off, "A few more days, Chloe. That's all I want."

"You said that a few days ago."

"Well this time I mean it. You have my word."

"Ugh."

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"I feel like this is terribly illegal," I said as Jake tried to get me in the front seat of his patrol car. "I know I'm gonna hate myself for saying this later, but I think I'd rather do my job and have to deal with Tera than risk getting fired because I skipped and went on patrol with you."

Don't get me wrong, it sounded fun and all, but I was here to get info from other people, not slack off and have fun.

"Oh come on. You know you want to. I promise you won't get in trouble. Would it kill you to have some fun?"

I nodded, "It actually might."

Jake walked around to my side, opened the passenger door and pushed me in before closing the door again. I watched in defeat as he walked back to his side and got in, "I win," he chirped.

"You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Nah. Just don't think about that. This will be so much more fun if you don't," he started the car up and started to pull out of the parking lot. "So how's your day been so far?"

I fought back a snarky remark. Not only was Angelo probably watching this right now and throwing a hissy fit, but I'm sure Tera was already on the way to the boss' office to put in a bad word for me. "Pretty bad. Thanks for asking."

"No problem. Oh hey," he smacked my shoulder for some reason unbeknownst to me. "Detective Woodrow thinks he's got something on the D'Amico Family."

Great. That meant I was probably going to be here more than a few days, "Like?"

"Chloe Cruise, ya know, that millionaire's daughter," he paused and I was just waiting for him to rat me out. "Yeah, well, she's not with the Rossi Family like we thought. An anonymous says that he's seen her with Angelo D'Amico, ya know, the mafia don. I'm still wondering how the hell she's still alive. It's been like four years and he's a ruthless bastard."

And again...Obviously he had a different Angelo D'Amico, because mine wasn't ruthless at all. Not recently anyway

"I know. It's crazy," I tried to sound amazed, "Do you know who the anonymous is? Do you just not want to tell me."

"I actually don't know but I'm just gonna assume its someone who works for Angelo. The mafia may think all of their men are loyal, but they're not."

I was about to open my mouth to say something, but Jake's radio came on and cut me off. That could have actually been a good thing though, "All available units to..." And the lady said some address I didn't quite catch.

I looked over and saw Jake all confused, "That's the old warehouse," he said while flipping his sirens on. "All units though? That seems a bit excessive."

Our speed picked up and it was only a matter of minutes before we were in front of the warehouse. A couple other cop cars were already parked and empty.

Gunshots rang in the background, "Um..." Jake said before grabbing his gun, "Just get down, don't move and keep the doors locked. You should be ok if you do those things."

He left and I looked around at the cars that were parked that weren't cop cars, and decided that I wasn't in danger. I was almost one hundred percent positive that these were Angelo's men. Why were they here though?

So I didn't get down because they weren't a threat to me. I actually even thought about getting out of this car and going into one of theirs. It probably would've blown my already terrible job at being undercover though, so I stayed. For now.

A loud tap on the passenger side window pulled me away from the thought. I looked to the side to see Alfonzo, one of my least favorite of Angelo's men for no reason in particular. I opened the door.

"Come on, Chloe. We gotta go, and there's no time like the present," he grabbed ahold of my upper arm and 'helped' me out of the car.

"Gotta go where?" I asked while prying my arm away from his killer grasp. "Angelo wants me here."

"Not anymore he doesn't. We're abandoning this mafia house. I don't know why it's taken Angelo so fucking long to realize this, but America sucks ass! We're packing up and moving to Italy. Well...some of us are."

"What do you mean some of us? Who's not going? Where are they going than?" I asked just before sliding into the backseat of the SUV.

"Men are getting killed, Chloe. Someone's spilling info about the ongoings of our operations and it has to be one of us. We can't take everyone because not everyone can be trusted. It could be you for all we know."

"Yeah, it's obviously me. It's not like everything I do is monitored or anything. I'm sure you people even have cameras in the bathrooms I use, so don't you dare stand there and blame this on me."

He stayed silent.

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"Looks like New York," Sophia mumbled as we walked out of the airport and onto the cold, damp Italian streets. Her voice was slightly muffled as her face was buried in Angelo's jacket. She had also just woken up from a nap too, so that didn't do anything for the clarity either.

Angelo rolled his eyes and fought off a smile, "Not quite the same, piccola." (Translation: Little one)

"Yeah, not the same thing at all," I added. "I'm hungry."

"You didn't eat on the plane?" Angelo asked as if I had seriously let him down. I knew he hadn't touched a single bit of food either though, because if it wasn't Italian he wouldn't touch it. There were only a few exceptions and they didn't serve those on the plane.

"No because kind of like you, I'm a picky eater. Airplane food is nasty."

"I'm not picky," he said whilst stopping in the middle of the busy sidewalk. "I know what I like and American prepared food doesn't quite make the cut. Now, what do you want to eat?"

As crazy as this was about to sound, "There was a McDonalds back in the airport. I'm craving some McNuggets. I'm sure Soph wouldn't mind some either," I said as I combed my fingers through her soft blonde hair.

His extremely stiff stance mellowed a bit, and his facial expression fell even more, "You're doing this on purpose. I hate McDonalds."

"No one," I grabbed Sophia from his arms and held her in mine, "Said you had to eat it," I carefully used one hand to reach into the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out whatever money I knew he had in there. The man carried around his entire fortune with him in various pockets.

"Can we please get something else?" He pleaded.

"Pwease," Sophia chimed in. "Pasketti."

Oh the wonderful spaghetti.

"Why is it that whenever we fight, it's about what food we're going to have for dinner?" I asked, "And why do I always lose? Why can't you compromise for once?"

"Well," Angelo dragged the word on longer than he probably should have for the sake of my sanity, "Than we'd both have to compromise," he pointed to himself and then Sophia, "Because we both love pasketti."

"She just likes the meatballs. We both know that. She really could care less about the actual noodles."

"Than we'll find her some meatballs. I know a place."

"Of course you do."

"My madre makes the best."

Shit...

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