"Are they my brothers?" ✔️

Chapter Twelve

Isabella Romano POV-

       I was awoken by the sounds of people whispering around me. It sounded like arguing but who cares, they're disturbing my sleep.

       As I turned over I clearly heard Dante saying, "Marcello shut up, you'll wake them,"

        I opened my eyes completely, and saw my dad, sound asleep beside me. Isn't he supposed to be a Mafia Don of something? From how it looks right now, he could sleep through anything.

       "Look what you did! You woke Izzy up," Marcello retorted to Dante.

       "Izzy?" he replied.

       "That's my new nickname for Bella," Marcello explained.

       I pushed Alex's shoulder attempting to wake him which failed miserably. After thinking for a brief moment, I decided to push him off the bed to wake him.

       I used all my muscle and managed to get him off the bed, he landed on the floor with a thump. 'Damnnn he must be really heavy, ohhhhh then that means I'm strong' I thought to myself.

      Dante, Marcello and I all burst out laughing when we saw Alessandro groaning and rubbing his head on the ground.

       "C'mere, lemme see you head," Dante said, walking over to Alessandro.

       "Oh hell nah, you're a crazy doctor Dante, don't come near me," Alex said, with a scared look on his face.

        "I'm not that crazy of a doctor fratello," Dante said.

       "Dante, you threw a bucket of hot water on me to cure my fever," Marcello said, while glaring at Dante.

       "Oh come on, that was one time," he said.

       "You also gave Emilio a mug of cough syrup to cure his sprained ankle," Marcello continued.

      "Okay fine," Dante said, sighing in defeat.

      "Wait a whole mug?" I asked while looking at Dante.

      "Yeahh," Dante said, scratching the back of his head.

      "Please remind me never to go to Dante for someone medical related," I told Alex.

Alessandro Romano POV-

       After we talked about Dante's bad med skills we went down stairs into the kitchen where we found Emilio cooking breakfast.

       Last time he cooked was on Christmas, he was supposed to bake the chicken but let's just say we had to get a new oven after that.

       "Emilio, why are you cooking?" Dante questioned him.

       "Well since Bella has never tried my cooking, I thought I'd make something for her," he said, focusing on the frying pan in front of him.

       "You're going to get her sick with that," Marcello told him.

       "No I'm not! My cooking is immaculate," Emilio replied while adding a pinch of salt to what I presumed was eggs.

        "Uhm- I'll try it, I don't mind," Bella interrupted.

        "Yesssss, thank you Bella!" Emilio said, coming to hug Bella.

        "Izzy you're gonna get sick," Marcello told her.

        "Sick from what?" Elijah asked as he and Adriano walked into the kitchen from the backyard.

        "We're telling Izzy she'll get sick from eating Emi's cooking," Dante explained.

        "Hey, don't call me that!" Emilio retorted.

        "No, that's your new nickname!" Bella said, patting Emilio on the head.

        "Guys, what's that smell?" Adriano asked sniffing around the room.

        "Noooo, my lovely cooking," Emilio exclaimed, holding the frying pan filled with burn eggs and bacon.

        "Oh no, the master chef's food is burnt, what shall we do?" Dante said sarcastically.

        "Ugh, I hate you Dante," Emilio said while dumping his burnt food in the trash can.

         "I'll make pancakes," Elijah offered while walking into the pantry to grab the ingredients.

         "Dad, can Marcello, Adriano and I go to get ice-cream after we eat?" Bella asked, giving me puppy eyes.

        "isn't it a little too early for ice-cream bambina?" I asked.

        "It's the perfect time for ice-cream Alex," Marcello told me handing, an empty plate to Elijah to fill with pancakes.

        "Yeah!" Bella agreed.

         "Okay fine," I said, as I passed the syrup bottle to Marcello.

         "Yay!" Bella said, doing a happy dance.

         After I finished eating, I went to my study/office to do some work since I basically took a day off yesterday to swim in the pool with everyone.

        As I checked my emails, I saw that I got one from an unfamiliar address.

       In the email was a picture of a note which said, 'Your daughter is very pretty, what shall I do with her?'

        Fear crept up back as I realized that she wasn't at home right now. As I began to procrastinate, I got another email from the same address but this time it was a video.

        As I clicked the video the first thing I saw was footage of Bella and Marcello walking into the ice-cream shop followed by Adriano. The shop was a couple streets down from our house and everyone knew us from how frequently we bought ice-cream.

      One time we bought all the ice-cream in the whole shop for Dante's birthday.

       As the video continued, it showed as they were ordering, someone from the booth behind them stood up with a metal rod thingy and hit all of them with it.

       When they all fell unconscious, all the workers and customers stood up at the same time to reveal they were wearing some sort of uniform with a scorpion on its left sleeve.

       The scorpion had words written on it, some sort of motto. As I zoomed in further I noticed that the words were in Russian.
That's when I clicked, Romero had killed their former leader, Dimitri Ivanov, because he killed my mother.

        As the video continued it showed them picking Bella, Marcello and Adriano up and taking them to a black van which was parked outside the shop.

        I took out my phone and called Dante and Elijah to my office. When they came in, I motioned for them to sit down.

        "Bella, Marcello and Adri got taken by the Russians, Dante can you run this number plate?" I asked as I turned my laptop towards him so he could see the plate number, "Elijah can you trace the video? Or the email address it came from?"

        "Okay," they both replied calmly, you see if you freak out when someone important to you gets taken you would be more focused freaking out than trying to get them back.

        After around 3 minutes Dante stops typing and breaks the silence that surrounds us as we look into the information we currently have, "The plate is unregistered but every mafia registers their number plates except the American's and Russians, it can't be the America's thought because we have a peace treaty with them."

         "So it's the Russians," we all said at the same time.