Part 19

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We walk down the stairs together and when we enter the dining room my nerves pick up a little more. Sitting at the very large dining table was Viktor, a very pretty woman beside him, Vincent, another woman, another male, then Blade and Anna. All eyes were on us as we entered together.

"Ah good morning Naomie. I hope you slept well." Viktor spoke first as Vincent placed me beside Anna at the table and sat down across from me, beside the unknown male.

"I did, thank you." I kindly responded with a smile. Viktor clapped his hands and out of the kitchen filed servants with plates and food. The plates and cutlery was placed down first, then the food filled the middle of the table. I was in awe at all the food in front of me. The smells were making me almost drool. 

There were crepes, waffles, french toast, whipped cream, other toppings, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, fruit and toast. For drinks there was apple juice, orange juice, coffee, tea or water. I was blown away by all the food and my stomach let out an appreciative growl. With a final nod from Viktor I noticed everyone started digging in, so I helped myself to a fairly large plate of food. I loved food so that was not something new for me, but I caught a disgusted look from the unknown female at the table who only had some fruit and a piece of toast on her plate.

"So father, who is this pretty little thing joining us for breakfast this morning?" the male sitting beside Vincent was the first to break the silence. He has the same eyes as Viktor, Vincent and Antonio but that was the only similar feature. He resembled the female sitting beside Viktor more than anything, same with the woman who is giving me dirty and disgusted looks. These must be Vincent's other siblings he briefly mentioned.

"Her name is Naomie, and you do not need to know anything more." Viktor spoke firm and businesslike making me wonder if I am wrong, maybe it is not his son.

"Why not? Were apart of the family business just as much as Antonio." the woman that was giving me dirty looks scowled and crossed her arms in frustration. Or not, they are Vincent's siblings.

"Yes, you handle other aspects of the family business Evelina, but do not think that you are in charge and can force your way into the other aspects of this business. I am still the Don, I am still in charge and you still listen to what I say; and what I say is final. This business of who she is, is over. She is none of your concern and you will respect that. Understood?" the look Viktor sent his children enforced his words, it was not up for discussion anymore.

Both Evelina and Adriano flicked their gaze over to me quickly once more before focusing back on their plates and eating their meal. I looked up to Viktor who was still staring them down, what was going on in his mind right now? Why did he not want to tell them who I am, or why I am here even.

I focus back on my plate before I can be caught staring, I am sure my questions and confusion are written all over my face right now. The rest of the meal went by in silence, I know I only looked at my plate the whole time in an attempt to just blend in and avoid any other confrontation.

Once everyone was finished Viktor  looked around the table before sighing and stopping everyone from leaving the table.

"Adriano and Evelina, before you go I will just remind you that this young lady is a guest in my house and that is final." with that they nod and leave, the woman beside him kisses his cheek and they share some quiet words together, moving closer to each other. I make eye contact with Antonio who nods his head towards my room then moves his gaze to meet his brothers. It was like they were having their own little conversation without actually speaking.

Vincent stands drawing my attention away from his brother, he nods his head at Antonio before he turns to me and holds his hand out.

"Come on, I want to show you something." I turn back to Antonio to see him already walking away. I stand and take Vincent's hand as he tugs me upstairs towards my room. Instead of walking into my room we walk past, at the end of the hall he opens a door that has a code and walks in so I follow him.

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