Rosa Della Morte

C H A P T E R 3

^^Moretti Manor in L.A^^

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Arabella's POV

I wake up to a ringtone.

Who the hell is calling?

Ughhhhh! I do not know.

Well, then pick the phone up bitch.

Sometimes I just wonder why my subconscious is a part of me.

Heard that mf!!!!

Without looking at the phone ID, I pick it up.

"You better have a good explanation why youre calling in the middle of the night or I will gouge your eyes out with a spoon"- I say with fury.

"Always violent Ara. It nice to see you haven't lost your touch"- I immediately know it Pops. Him and Ileana are basically second parents to me.

"Sorry for the time difference between Italy and Landon. But I have news and I want you to- Wait middle of the night. Where are you Arabella?"- he responded. Even through the phone I could tell he was confused. The news meaning my fathers death, he didn't know that I found out.

"Chill Pops, I am in LA, and if you are going to ask why. I found out about father's death and that you're hosting the funeral and wake. I said in boredom.

"Oh ok. I am sorry Arabella for what you're going through righ-". I cut him off. God what is with people being sympathetic all the sudden.

"What I am feeling right now is, excited and pride. I am finally getting the Capo title, Pops"- I spoke with power in my voice.

As much as people will get fed up with me say that I am the Mafia Boss, now. I wont stop until they believe that I earned this title like the others in the mafia.

Yes Ma'am

"Ara, I want you to attend this event of your father's death. Per favore"- he claimed almost pleading.

"Ok, but..."- I said with defeat in my voice.

"-you gotta beg for it"- I sang.

"Arabella! You want me, the mafia boss of Italia. To beg. Not going to happen"- he spoke sternly.

"RETIRED Mafioso Capo. Don't forget that old man"- I said chuckled jokingly.

"Ara, this is not a joke. It your father's death, I know he was not the best father after Isabella died but he was your father. The one who taught you how to fight, throw daggers and knifes. The one loved you like the only thing in the world. Arabella, I know you're hurt but this not what your mother would have wanted for you and your father. If you mother was alive, his dying wished would have been for his Bellas' to be there and be strong. Bella, please do this for your mother"- he spoke so softly, it almost brought tears to my eyes.

I took along pause thinking about it, even though I knew I was going to the funeral anyway, I need Mariano for my advantage. So, I did what I was best at making a deal.

I chuckled lightly. "Geez Pops you going to make me cry. I will be there, just for the funeral. But I need you help."

"Fine, what do you need help with?" he asked with suspicion.

"I need you to hold the funeral and wake at your mansion in LA and inaugurate me to the El Capo title after the funeral. I do not care how you get to the American estate, but I need a mafia boss to enthrone me. Retired or not"- I said in a final tone.

"Fine. I'll manage that"- he said accepting his defeat.

"And make sure no one knows about this outside of you, me and Ileana"- I spoke.

"Got it. But why only us'- he uttered in confusion.

"Because everyone expecting a new leader. Not knowing it is going to be a Queen. They are in for a huge surprise"- replying with mischief and confidence in voice.

"You have not changed at all. Still a cunning woman, Sin loves and hates"- a grin grows on my face, soon drops after hearing his name.

"I have to sleep. I will see you on Thursday, Pops"- void of emotion surge through me.

"Bueno notte, mi stella. (good night, my star)"- he spoke tenderly.

(next day) Sinisters POV

Since yesterday my parents have been acting weird. At first, I thought because William died, but who in the right mind grins and frowns while planning a funeral. I would catch glances of him smiling and then sulking, same with my mama. Ileana Moretti is nothing but full of empathy for others. In a good way. Even she would smile so very often. I caught my sibling being confuse as me.

What in mixed emotions is going on.

More like. What in the bipolar is going on?

Pops has been on the phone a lot today and mama has been helping him. The funeral will be held in L.A. It was questioning at first father said William would have probably wanted his burial somewhere he made memories.

But something was off about this whole situation.

We are taking my private jet today to LAX. We have two days until the funeral and a lot of planning to do.

Siting on the jet I could already hear my annoying but loving siblings, having an argument. A dumb argument.

"I told you I'll handle the drinks and food, while you handle the burial and wake"- I hear Mirimosa argue with my brother.

Twelve-hour flight. I can get through this.

"But Miri you know I am better at food and drinking"- Giovanni giving his best stern face but still pouting.

Oh. Who are you kidding.

"For fuck sake it is a funeral, Gio"- Miri replied exasperate.

This is going to be along trip.

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sorry for a very late update

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if confused ask the question hoe!!

also there is a time difference between Italy and L.A.