Mafia Princess

Chapter 6

Adrianna's POV:

I slowly open my eyes and groan, I turn my heard to the side and read the time 6.37am.

I slowly make my way to the shower and step into the hot water letting my mind wonder back to last night.

My twin isn't that bad, we definitely bonded. He listened to me, didn't judge and just talked to me about random things. He left when I called Nico to update him on the situation. Nico had arrived early this morning with 3 cars.

Not any cars though, some beautiful Bugatti's. So what I'm thinking...

Let's show Italy how fast the devil's triplets can go.

I get out the shower and change before glancing at the time again. 8.15am, damn how long did I shower for?

Adrianna's outfit

I make my way downstairs but stop when I hear voices in the kitchen. I head into the room and again all eyes snap towards me.

"Change" grows Alessandro, I just scoff and continue walking to the counter.

"Adrianna we need to go over some rules" my dickhead father says to me. I stay quiet not bothering to reply as I am not going to follow the rules anyway.

"1. Respect us.
2. Tell us where you go.
3. No boys, that includes the little sucker who called you at dinner yesterday.
4. good grades.
5. don't go to the basement.
6. watch your language.
I think that's it"

I roll my eyes "I'm not following them"

"Yes you are. I am your father and you will listen to what I say." Dickhead.

I scoff again. "You are not my fucking father." his eyes hold sadness before they turn into rage

"ADRIANNA COSTELLO I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME." he yells at me and I'm also met with the faces of all my brothers. Each holding a different emotions, rage, sadness, guilt.

"You left me outside a fucking orphanage. AT THE AGE OF 2. You didn't even bother letting them know I was there. You just left me on the step. 15 YEARS AGO. 15 fucking years you have not been in my life" I glare and his face now holds sadness "So no you are not my fucking father. You can't tell me what to do. I was fine without you" I grit out the last part. I feel my anger rising.

I clench and unclench my fists trying to calm down but deep down know I need to hit something soon.

"You were fine, I bailed you out of jail. How is that fine?" He yells again. Asshole. I was fine.

"You were in jail?" the mummers of confusion flooded among my brothers.

"Fuck this, I'm going out." I say before going to walk away.

Someone catches my hand and I turn back to see my father holding my wrist "You are not going anywh- wait is that a tattoo?" he says looking at the heartbeat and A I have on my heart.

I smile to myself thinking about him and the memories we held in that shitty place but then my smile soon turns to sadness when I remember it was my fault he died. That sadness soon turns to rage at the fact my father will ask questions about it "Yea".

I rip my hand out of his grip and continue walking to the door "At least tell me where the hell your going." he yells again. I'm getting more annoyed and I am going to end up punching something or more like someone. Or if I am even more specific I will punch dear dad.

"To that 'little suckers' house. And if anything I'm the sucker" I yell as I close the door. I wish I saw their faces when I yelled the last part. I chuckle to myself at my joke as I make my way out of his property.

Victor's POV:

My little girl, she doesn't think I'm her father. I shouldn't of yelled at her. I regret leaving her everyday. I didn't realise I was crying until my eldest son Alessandro pulled me into a hug.

"It's all our fault dad" he smiled at me.  She hates me though.

"What have I done" I go to walk away but Adriano speaks up.

"You know her friend isn't that bad. She met him when she was 2, when you decided to dump her into an orphanage for protection. What a shit idea. You took my twin away. And you fuckers" he says turning towards the triplets "why the fuck do you think it's ok to call her a whore. She is our sister and I know damn well you miss her. That boy you think she is whoring around with is her best friend. And he's more of a family to her than we are. You all are dicks" and he walks away.

We are all left there stunned, he has never had an outburst like that. We really did mess up, this could of been our chance and the 2nd day I already yelled at her.

We all slowly disperse and about 30 minutes later I am just sat doing work in my office before I get disturbed.

"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK IN HERE NOW!" I believe Luca yelled. It's hard to tell the triplets apart when they yell, they sound so similar.

I leave my office and make my way towards the lounge where I see the rest of my boys sat looking at the TV in shock.

I glance up and see breaking news :

The devil's triplets have hit the streets of Italy once again. We advice everyone to stay at home. Right now we have a live helicopter following them as they appear to be racing, we also had cops on their tail but after one phoned the police the cops pulled off, here is the conversation - "you better tell the cops to get off our tails or hmm you wouldn't want any buildings to come down... oops too slow" -

It was a deep voice obviously a voice changer. They wouldn't let their real voice slip.

It was confirmed by the police helicopter that they have blown up a building with 42 people inside. Please stay safe, here is the race they appear to be doing.

The screen turned to three black Bugatti's speeding down a road avoiding all the other cars, then drifting round corners. Fuck they were good!

"Dad, Dad Adrianna's out there. Call her!" Marco was right, I hope she's safe.

I grab my phone out of my suit pocket and dial her number which I managed to get when she arrived.

"What" she snaps out.

"Adrianna where are you?"

"Angel who's on the phoneee, hang up and come back to bed to cuddlee" I hear through the phone. Is she sleeping with someone? Oh fuck no my daughter is not sleeping with anyone till she is 99 years old. Though if she is maybe I should buy her protection, I want her to be safe and she is 17. No she won't have sex.

"Adrianna who the fuck was that" I grit out causing the boys to look at me.

"I'm fine at someone's house, bye" she hung up on me.

"She uh she's at someone's house?" I say but it came out more like a question.

What the hell is my bambina doing?

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who is reading this book, I hope you all are enjoying it.