Sage Roman. The Mafia Princess of the Italian's. The only little girl to be born in several generations. She was the light of the Roman families lives. Except for her mother Elaine. She grew jealous of her daughter getting the attention of not only...
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TW// Blood, Gore, Torture
I let out a tired sigh closing my eyes. I took another sip of my drink and set it down putting my hands over my face. I have been here since 6am. Everything has been so frustrating lately. The Russian mafia's complete disappearance. Some of our warehouses have been getting stolen from. We usually catch the guy but this one seems to be slipping through our fingers like butter. Especially since my little girl is back it is even more important for us to catch him. Just the thought of someone hurting my little girl under my care makes my blood boil.
It's funny, when I look into her eyes I can't help but see the little girl who used to crawl into my bed at night after a nightmare. Her big curious green eyes identical to her brothers staring straight at me with unshed tears. It make me wonder what happened to my little girl. What did that bitch of an ex wife do to my little girl.
I have to admit though I was surprised about how she acted about her mothers death. In the note she left, the day she took my sunshine away she said she hated her. But I always believed some part of that was a lie. How could you hate that little girl. Her own fucking creation is the one person she despises most. And all because of attention. I never wrapped my head around that. I still can't and I don't think I ever will.
A loud knock sounded at my doubled door office. Snapping my head to the door I let out a gruff come in. Dom and one of our men came in the office. I could practically feel the gears turning in their heads.
They bowed their heads. "Capo"
I nodded back. "Speak"
Dom picked up his head. "We found the intruder."
I leaned back in my chair one hand on my chin the other swirling around my small glass of bourbon. I took one last big gulp before standing up. "Take me to him."
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It was dead silent walking down to the basement of the warehouse. To the outside world it would look like another one of my companies buildings. Though it was on the outskirts of the city. It didn't stand out to the human eye. Not unless you are looking hard enough which most don't. I guess you could say that is the beauty and the horror of the mafia.
Dom was on my right slightly behind me but not too much. He knew not to overstep me but he also holds power here. This will all be his in a few years. Two of our guards were right behind us.
Once we got to the cells the stench of urine and sweat hit you like a ton of bricks. There was blood spattered in each cell. Some old some new, hell some had been there for years. When it comes to the Italians we give no mercy. You have one chance. That one chance is your lifeline. Literally.
When we got to the end of the hall the guards nodded at me giving a greeting to me and my son. We gave one back being formal and respectful. That was a big thing not only for the mafia but for the family. Respect goes a long way. Respect builds trust. You can't run something successful without trust. It's the foundation of a relationship. My parents always taught me that and I made sure to pass it on to my kids.
"Open it" Dom said to the guards. Again they nodded their heads.
We heard the loud buzzer then the door started to slide open. We walked in to see Gino staring at an unconscious man. He was tied up to a chair and sporting a black eye and bruised jaw. No doubt deliverd to him to knock him out.
Gino was looking at him with a cold expression one you wouldn't see often on him. Usually he is bubbly and sweet. He took on the motherly roll when Dom, Enzo and I couldn't. He loves all of his siblings with everything in him. I will forever be grateful for him for stepping up when I couldn't. Even if it meant he didn't get the childhood he wanted he didn't care. I did, I still do but knowing he is giving his all that his mother could.'t makes me proud to know he is my son.
"How long has he been out?" Dom asked.
"An hour and a half give or take. Would've brought him awake if he didn't try to run away from us. Didn't think you would care if we had to rough him up a bit." Gino said with a smirk in his tone.
Dom let out a dry chuckle. "No, not at all."
"I bambini?" I asked (The kids?)
"Il centro commerciale come hai chiesto" Gino replied. (The mall like you asked)
"E l'altra cosa" Dom asked. (And the other thing)
"Stamattina andava bene... almeno credo" Gino replied with a raised eyebrow. (Was fine this morning...I think)
"Si pensa?" Dom and I asked at the same time turning to him.
"Beh, è difficile da leggere, quindi penso di sì" Gino replied while narrowing his eyes. (well it's hard to read so yes i think)
I hated talking about my daughter as if she was an object. But, we have yet to tell the Mafia that the princess has returned. Only some of our most trusted house guards and maids know. Even then that's only a couple. I still haven't told our family that she has returned.
Letting the world know that my daughter has returned brings danger. Mafia's will be lining up to get to her. Wether it's for marriage, leverage, power, money. It doesn't matter. No to mention the legal world. I can already feel the headlines from here. 'Billionaire Angelo Roman's long lost daughter found, What does this mean for the Romans?'. The last thing I need to be doing is exposing that to her right now.
Not to mention, I just got my Bambina back. And I will be dammed if I am letting her go just yet. She isn't the little bubbly girl I remember and I want to know why. No, I need to know what happened to my little girl. So until then her name and any mentions of her will not be said. No one will be suspicious us or the family seeing as though we talk about things like this all the time. They will just think of it as another business deal. And we will treat it as such.
"Ne parleremo più avanti. Per prima cosa dobbiamo occuparci di questa stronza." I said. (We will talk about it later. First we need to deal with this bitch.)
Dom started to unbutton his suit. He put it off to the side and then started rolling his cuffs up. I walked to the back corner of the room wanting to watch before intervening. I saw his file on the table so I picked it up wanting to know more about him.
Cole Lewis. He has been with us for two years. No family only a few known contacts. Suspected ex-russian. Recently caught stealing shipments.
Dom walked over to the table of weapons looking at each one. Not to toot my own horn but I taught him everything he know. From the right place to cut so they don't loose too much blood. To the perfect way to hold a gun so you hit every sing time. I am proud to say he is my son.
"Wake him up" Dom said.
Gino let off a smirk at his older brother before going over to the corner and getting out the ice cold water we have. He walked over to the guy and dumped it straight on his head. The second the water hit him he woke up with a gasp.
