"Matteo can you go let Sofia out, tell her it lunch time. Oh be prepared she'll be a little pissed off." 
"Seriously why can't you deal with it, your the reason she's in a mood." I give him a harsh glare and he just stomps off like a child. 
"I'm making pasta who wants some?" I say and everyone raises their hand. Of course, they all want it. The twins are laughing at something on their phones and Alessandro's setting the table even though we literally have maids to do that for us when suddenly Matteo rushes in out of breath.
I turn back around to continue cooking but Matteo then says, "Where the fuck is Sofia, cause when I went to her room, the chair I used to lock her room with was thrown down the corridor and her window was wide open. Then Pietro walks in saying, "Guy why the hell is the living room door open?" Panic is starting to rise in me and by the looks on everyone's faces, they are all feeling the same way. 
"Alessandro get me the video footage." 
"I'm already on it." He says pulling it up on his laptop. We all circle him checking the cameras. First, we see from an outside camera that she escaped through her window then went back inside through the living room door and didn't bother to shut it. She then walked over to the elevator and it took her to level -3.
"Fuck!" I say grabbing my phone and throwing it at the wall.
"Calm down!" Alessandro yells.
"Why the fuck should I calm down, she had to have seen what we were doing." 
"Just sit your ass down and continue watching." I listened to his order and Alessandro skipped the time footage by about 20 minutes then revealed her spiriting out the elevator up the stairs and into her room.  About 5 minutes later she runs out with a backpack over her shoulder and takes herself down to the main door. She steals a car key and runs outside.
I look at the car she takes and say, "Alessandro track that car. Everyone get in cars  and find her." Everyone nods running to the main door and jumping into their own cars. One by one we speed up the driveway. I call off my brothers but before I can say anything Alessandro interrupts saying, "The car's at Goodwill's on 575 E Lake Mead Blvd." I hear a bunch of mumbles as we race to the charity shop. 
"How long ago did the car stop?" I ask looking over at him.
"about 15 minutes ago." 
"Track her phone!" I order.
"I have but it says it is still at home." 
"Fuck, ok she can't have gone too far." I can see everyone's car pull up into the car park of the charity shop, we'd all spotted the car and searched around it but found nothing.
"It's fine I'm sure she's coming back." Antonio suggests trying to lighten the mood but that was soon brought down when Pietro says, "I don't think she is." As he dangles the keys to the car in his hand. Fuck.
I pull out my phone and start to dial men ordering them to search the streets of the city for her. 
We all got back into the car and went different ways. Alessandro had taken the Rolls Royce and was now also searching but we found nothing. We continued searching the entire city for another 3 hours but didn't find anything until one of my men called, "What? Is she found?" 
"No sir, but we can confirm she got a train." The man on the other end of the call says. 
"Where did she go?" I order.
"We're not sure but she went from North Eastern Avenue station." 
"I'm on my way," I say as I hang up and start driving in another direction. Fuck I should have just told her. But why the fuck would she just leave. Maybe Alessandro is right I don't like that she just left without warning. I dial everyone else in the group chat and say, "Right, She got a train from North Eastern Avenue Station. Meet me down there in 10 minutes." I hear more mumbled yeses before I hang up pulling into the Station car park.  A few of my men were already there waiting. 
As I walk up to them I say, "Speak!" The man on the left of me know as Dante pulls out his iPad and says, "We don't know what trains she's on but we have video footage of her getting on."
"Why can't you just ask the ticket lady." 
"We did Sir, but she doesn't track who she sells tickets to." I come closer to him in case someone else hears. "I swear to god Dante if she doesn't tell me what trains my sister got on in the next 10 minutes she will be my next punching bag, am I clear."
"Yes Sir." He says walking over to the ticket lady and telling her my threats. 
All my other brothers started to come in one by one all asking the same question. "Where did she go?" 
Once everyone had arrived I just said, "We are not sure what trains she got on but we are sorting it ok." 
"Why doesn't the ticket lady just tell you?" Alessandro asks.
"Because she forgot and doesn't keep the data of the tickets she sells," I answer looking pissed off.
"We have to get her back soon! We can't leave her!" Benjamino states angrily. He was right we can't leave without her. We were planning to move back to New York in a few weeks as that is where the main Mafia base is held but we stayed in Las Vegas for a couple of years so drama between the Italian and Serbian mafia might calm down. Volkov's order's not mine. 
Ivan Volkov is the leader of the Five Mafia in New York. Italian, Serbian, Russian, American, and French. Even though he's got control over us that doesn't mean we don't fight each other. He's got a son Alex Volkov same age as Sofia, but recently he's said to be missing but that's only rumours.     
Were all sit on the chair waiting outside the station as Dante interrogates the ticket lady when he walks out we all spring off our seats but he just has a sad look on his face.
"She said that she'll have the data if you come back same time tomorrow."  Is this a fucking joke, but before I could spring on him Pietro screams, "Fuck no, we have to get it now. She could be on the other side of the god damm country by then for all we know.
"I'm sorry but currently there is nothing I can do!" 
"Fuck" I scream running my hand through my hair. I should have told her then maybe this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault. 
"Right let's just go home and hope for the best," I say calming myself down.
"What the fuck do you mean hope for the best, Lorenzo's your a fucking Mafia boss and you're telling us to hope for the best!" Benjaminio screams while also mocking me. 
"There's nothing we can do right now, OK!" I scream walking back to my car but everyone is walking close behind protesting. 
"If you guys don't get in your god damm cars and go home in the next 30 seconds I will shoot you all in the head!" I say interrupting their arguing as they listen to my command and speed home. 
Fuck this is all my fault! 

A/N:
Hey guys so sorry if there are some grammar mistakes I finished this chapter but could not be bothered to edit it so I do realise there will be mistakes. Anyway bye.