“Who are—” Before I am able to finish my question and find out the name of this fascinating creature, an annoying and cold voice interrupts me from doing so. “Mila!”

Oh, I know that voice.

That god-awful infuriating voice.

It belongs to Arianna Parisi.

Taking a long drag of my cig, I stand back and watch as the scene before me unfolds.

“I’m here.” The young girl whispers as she moves my way, and I’m able to see her clearer now as she’s able to see me.

“I told you to stay close.” The other girl, Arianna, says darkly while her eyes narrow, shooting daggers my way.

“I told you I was bored.” The girl with the facts shrugs and keeps walking to where I’m standing, still enjoying my smoke while trying to make sense of this. The Parisi brat said the young girl’s name is Mila.

Mila…

What a pretty name.

And who is the polite kid to that god-awful teen brat?

“Stay away from my sister.” The frosty voice sounds closer now, coming from my left. I didn’t even notice how close to me she had gotten.

She can fuck off.

I don’t take orders from her.

The only one that gets away with that shit is the Nicolasi Don, and the only reason I obey is for a greater purpose.

Without looking at the sweet kid on my right, I turn to her sister.

Smiling, I blow smoke rings toward Arianna Parisi, taunting her and making her cough.

I have nothing to say to her. I also have no business getting caught in the middle of whatever this is.

Fucking kids.

I give her my back and silently walk back to my spot to continue my watch duty until midnight.

I think of the girl all the way back to the main entrance.

The one with the sweet and melodic voice.

Blonde hair, butterfly crown, and useless facts.

Mila.

As it turns out, the youngest Parisi sister.

The one I didn’t even know existed.

There are three Parisi sisters, not two like I first believed.

The youngest one is being kept a secret, and I wonder why?

What could possibly make a parent hide the existence of his child?

Now I know one of the Parisi secrets and the girl?