Mafia Princess

Chapter 18

Adrianna's POV:

The roar of an engine brings me out of my thoughts about how shit my family really is, I get half of them don't like me but is it really that bad that I came back. They put me up for adoption in the first place for protection, why didn't my twin go as well then. He got to live a luxurious life with money, getting whatever he wants, and what did I get? Torture.

I look up at Nico who is now leaning against the side of our matt black Lamborghini, my baby does 0-100 in 2.9s with a max speed of 325km/h. I slide into the passenger seat as he also climbs back in revving the engine before reversing out of the parking lot and speeding down the road. It didn't take us long before we reached the gates of my family's mansion. Deep in my mind I do believe it also to be mine, yet that thought hasn't surfaced and to me, it is still just their home, I'm a visitor, I understand my dad wants me there but I feel like no one else does, only Adriano has tried to get to know me.

I roll my window down as a guard approaches the car, upon seeing me he signaled another guard to open the gates, I know the V-10 engine on this car will have attracted people from the beautiful sound she makes. 

We pulled up in front of the house and I was correct to see my dad, Marco, and Matteo stood outside seeing who pulled up, the car has tinted windows so they wouldn't have been able to see inside yet I can see their flabbergasted faces at the million-pound car in front of them.

"Don't shoot anyone," I mutter before stepping out of the car Nico following close behind me. I feel like I had to warn him because given how much hatred he has towards my family he probably would kill them all if given the chance. All three faces staring at me looked shocked that I emerged from the car, standing in front of them I feel Nico come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

"He is not coming in my fucking house" I scoff, of course, my dad wouldn't want him in his house. Nicholas is a 6"3 guy with tattoos running down his neck and arms with a permeant glare on his face due to my family.

"This is Nico, my best friend," my family face turns from confused to very surprised, I push past them holding Nico's hand leading him into the house hearing my dads shouts behind us. I manage to get to the entrance to the lounge seeing my brothers with their friends, of course, that's why they left me there.

"I said he isn't coming in here, I am your father you have to listen to me!" He yells at us attracting the attention of all the boys in the other room, one looks familiar but I can't place his face. 

"Father, you left her in an orphanage, I cuddled her to sleep for years listening to her cry because her family didn't want her. So no you don't get to play the family card, because you are not her fucking family, you are just people with who she shared blood with." Nico responds before I can, well I mean he did get it to spot on there. My father's face looks stunned at his outburst and holds guilt. 

"Starfish?" I glance at the voice in confusion before I realize where I recognize him from. Jail.

"What the fuck did you call her?" My twin's voice now speaks while most people look at us in confusion.

"We met in jail, she was just laid on the floor like a starfish eating chicken nuggets from McDonald's" I chuckle at the memory and nod, that was a good day.

"This is our sister," My twin says to all of their friends who now have a look of realization on their faces while Diego's face visibly paled, probably because he kissed my neck. I don't think I gave consent either, outrageous.

"You're hot as fuck, I would do you" one of my twin's friends perks up. My fist collides with his face before anyone else can say anything and anger rises in me. I'm not a fucking object and I definitely hate people talking about me like that.

"Ow fuck you little monster" his voice trails off after that as does everyone else. My mind feels like it's taking over my body as those words keep echoing around my head.

Little monster

маленький монстр

Little monster

маленький монстр

I was his little monster...

The rusty cell opened and in came the man who puts me through hell, the one who I hate with every bone in my body. He is currently don of the Russian mafia and I want to rip him from that position.

Slightly behind him stood a little boy who looked about 10 years old, a year older than me. He was cute with his freckles on his face however the tears in his eyes showed his fear of the situation. I learned to stop crying by now, it only spurs him on to beat us harder.

The man that I hate, also known as Demetri Petrov, grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the cold cell that is my home. It was a short walk until we arrived at a brighter room, a steel chair was in the middle. Petrov proceeded to grab the boy and throw him into the chair before he slipped out a gun from his waistband and handed it to me.

The coldness felt odd in my hands as well as the weight. I hated it, I hated guns. "This is my son, shoot him" a voice behind me instructed. I shook my head no, pleading not to do it. I couldn't take the life of a little boy, especially one that seems innocent.

My mind quickly made a decision and soon the gun was pointed at the most horrid man on earth, my hands trembled as I went to press the trigger but I was too slow. His hand gripped my throat slamming me against the wall before fisting my hair in his hands and making me watch as he aimed the gun at his own son.

He shot, but nothing happened. It was empty...

"That wasn't very nice was it my little monster"