Chapter 8

OLIVE POV:

We just sat there for a solid 15 minutes dead silent. "Papà dovremmo dirle che siamo la sua famiglia? Dev'essere confusa. (Dad should we tell her that we're her family? She must be confused)" Roman asked.

I internally rolled my eyes and continued to eavesdrop. But is it considered eavesdrop if their speaking in front of you? Meh probably not. I mean they never asked if I spoke Italian. Fucking fools.

Dominic or "Dad" nodded then spoke, "Olive I know you must be confused. I'm just going to lay it down." he started, "You are our daughter and their brothers."

"I know." I spoke with a bored look on my face while looking them dead in the eyes. I looked towards Damien and caught his eyes. He immediately looked away not scared but rather like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"H-how?" Isadora.

"I have my ways," I shortly replied.

"W-" Antonio got cut off by my phone ringing on the table.

I looked at Dominic and he nodded towards me. I look at the caller ID. It's Jasper. "Girl where are you?"

"LA"

"I'm assuming you have some business or something down there?"

Jasper knows about the underground fighting and not the working for the American Mafia. He's tried to get me out of it. Eventually he gave up. People know me as the Hawk due to the fact that I observe closely and not miss a single detail and expect which move the opponent will make next.

"Yeah something like that."

"Well what was the news?" I asked.

"Yvonne's pregnant." In the background I immediately heard a slap and a grunt from Jasper.

"WE WERE GOING TO TELL YOU IN PERSON! JASPER FREAKING FRACK WHY DID YOU TELL HER?"

By now I'm sure that everyone on the jet could hear her.

"It's alright Yvonne. I'm excited for you. How far along are you." I said calming the tone.

"Give me the phone Jasper." She said, "I'm two months along" with a following squeal.

"OH! Jackson told you to call him!" She said.

With that we said our goodbyes and hung up. Alexander and Jackson basically are brothers, Alex is the heir to the American Mafia and Jackson is the younger son. I have always had a crush on Jackson but I don't think he thinks the same. I mean he is three years older. Anyways, I'm the main source of income from the underground club that they own. Alex and Jackson taught me to fight after they saved me two years ago.

FLASHBACK-2 YEARS AGO:

I just got adopted by a family. They're fucking annoying, don't get me wrong they're nice and all but they have so much energy I can't stay with them for long.

I need to take a walk. I walk on the sidewalk. I don't know my way around Chicago.

I walked towards an opening between two buildings. I was turning when I felt someone grab me with a dark chuckle. "Doesn't she look like fun boys?"

There were 3 other men in the background who chuckled and nodded. They pushed me again the brick wall causing my ribs to crack and rebreak from my old foster parents which haven't healed yet. They held my hands down, I closed my eyes and accepted my fate. I had tears falling like a waterfall and was sobbing. They went for the hem of my shirt when their hands immediately left my body.

"It's alright sweetie, they're gone." A soft voice spoke in front of me. I opened my eyes to see a man with blond hair and pretty blue orbs with a man with green eyes behind him.

I backed closer to the wall with a small hiccup when the other man spoke, "Hey, hey, It's alright, we won't hurt you. My name is Alex and this idiot is Jackson."

Jackson rolled his beautiful blue eyes and I immediately giggled. Jackson came up to me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and wiped my tears. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Olive." I said with a small smile.

"Well Olive, can I look at your ribs? I heard a wicked crack." He asked.

I started to panic. I didn't want him seeing my scars and bruises, my breathing soon began to speed up. "Hey, hey, hey look at me. Look at me." I looked into his eyes, "Follow my breathing baby."

"You're safe" he spoke.

FLASHBACK OVER

I pulled my phone out and saw that I had 4 missed calls from Jackson. I mumbled a few curses and looked at my 'family'. "One more call."

I dialed Jacksons number. "Hey JJ." I said.

"Hey Dove. Where are you? We have a fight in three days? You excited? Oh and I got you a little something." He spoke.

"So I just got drugged and kidnapped by my supposedly real family."

"What?" He sounded deadly calm and aggravated. "What are one of their names?"

I turned around and looked at Dominic. "What's your last name?"

"De Luca." Gio spoke with pride.

"Liv, give the phone to one of them."

"Alright. JJ?"

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

"I saw you three days ago Dove. I miss you too. Now give the phone one of them."

DOMINIC POV:

Olive sat there on the phone. Who was that?

She walked over to me and handed me the phone. "Hello?" I asked.

"Hello is this Dominic Deluca?" a man asked.

"Who's asking?" I asked darkly, hoping to scare him.

The boy chuckled, "Hi Dominic, it's Jackson Cavanaugh."

"Oh! What can I help you with son?"

"Me and my family are coming stay for a while, Dad wants to speak with you eventually. And Olive is currently under our protection."

Being under a mafias protection either means that they value you and what you do for them or are very close to them. Either way it is very unlikely to happen. Jackson is the youngest son of Beverly and Tyler Cavanaugh the American Mafia leader and an ally to us. They are very strong and Tyler is one of my good friends. How did he meet Olive?

"Yes. I would appreciate that as well."

"Can you hand the phone to Liv please?"

I agreed and handed the phone back to Olive. I'm assuming he was saying goodbye b-

"I love you too. Bye."

Oh hell no.