Blinded By The Kindled Fire (Ongoing)

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"Sei sicuro di non aver dimenticato nulla?" Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything? Dante made sure on the other end of the line. I was now at the parking putting my luggage in the trunk of my car.

Today was my flight back to Italy, and by the time I return tomorrow was the day when I am announced as the new capo. We scheduled an afternoon flight so I would arrive there at dawn, giving me just enough time to rest from the jet lag and prepare for the evening ceremony.

"I already gave you that much time for your exploits. We cannot delay your inauguration any longer." Was what my nonna berated me for on the phone the other day. So she made sure that everything was set and I would be the last missing piece.

Personally, I think she's just excited... more so than I'll ever be.

"Yes, fratellino. No need to worry about me." Sometimes he acts as if he was the older sibling. And sometimes it's sweet, but most of the time it's annoying.

"Bene, allora." Alright, then. He sighed, "I wish I could at least send you off but I really need to finish this paper."

"Don't worry about it. Remember, I'm using papa's private plane. Nothing could go wrong." No one would dare try to even lay a finger on Domenico D'Atri's property if they still want to see the sun rise.

"I know, I know. Just, call me when you get there." I always find it funny when he gets worked up because he's usually impassive and collected.

"I will." A smile crept on to my lips as I placed the last bag in the trunk, "Mi mancherai." I'll miss you.

He faked a gag which made me laugh, "Ti seguo presto." I'll fllow you soon.

I hummed in response, closing the door to my car.

I really wish he wouldn't though. I just want him to live his life. Even though he's the son of Domenico D'Atri, compared to me, he is much safer because he is not the heir to the organization. There has been threats towards him, but not to the same extent as mine, which makes him less of a target and give him more freedom outside the family.

"I'm heading to the airport now."

"I'm sending you my early regards for your coronation. Buon viaggio." Have a safe trip.

"Thank you." We both laughed as we ended the call.

The crown will finally be handed to me, huh? 

I slightly shook my head and drove off to the airport where my father's plane is already waiting.

It was a 10-minute trip to Harry Reid International Airport and because I'm using dad's plane, I easily went straight ahead to the hangar avoiding the long queues.

"Signora." One of my father's men greeted me as soon as I got off the car.

"È bello vederti ancora vivo, Fabio." It's nice to see you still alive, Fabio.

It was like a common greeting for us, knowing our line of work entails a rope around our throats waiting for the floor to open up and kill us.

He laughed and shook his head, "Posso ancora combattere anche con la mia età, signorina." I can still fight even with my age.

I've known Fabio ever since I can remember. He was one of the trusted men my father had us train with when Dante and I were still living at the estate.

"Hey! No greeting for me? Mi rompi, amore." You break me, love. I hear a dramatic complaint from someone behind Fabio.

I removed my Tom Ford farahs not believing that this guy's actually here!