Mafia Princess

Chapter 24

Adrianna's POV:

I woke up slightly confused at the heavyweight on my chest. I look over and see Aiden sleeping peacefully his arm draped over me.

The sun shining into the room made me sit up straight in worry, I must have fallen asleep with him.

"Stop moving," a deep voice says behind me, damn his morning voice is amazing.

I slide out of bed going to the bathroom ignoring the ache between my legs. Something about being with Aiden brings out my non bitchy side, almost like I'm trying to be a better person. It's hard not to be emotionless but family is important and I can't deal with any more heartbreak.

I walk back into the room to see Aiden sat up leaning against his headboard with a smirk on his face, he signals for me to come closer before he pulls me until I'm straddling his lap again.

I grab my phone from the side to see hundreds of missed calls from my family, I quickly send a text to my dad saying I fell asleep and I'll be home later and for them not to worry.

His hand reaches behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss, his tongue nudges into my mouth as his hand moves down my body.

"I need to get home," I say as I pull away he chuckles before pulling me closer to him.

"You can still walk baby so we aren't done yet," he says before pulling me back down.

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A few hours later I walk back through the front door to our house and make my way towards the voices in the lounge.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE" my dad yells as soon as he sees me enter the room. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"You could have called"

Part of me feel slightly guilty, me and my family have got a lot closer and after everything that has happened and my cold facade is slowly dropping around them. My emotions seem to slowly be coming back to me and I am slightly thankful.

I slowly mutter an apology something which is rare for me as I go to leave and go upstairs to get some sleep as last night I didn't get much.

"Are those hickeys" Alessandro pipes up causing me to stop in my tracks and slowly turn back to look at them.

"uh," I manage to get out before my dad cuts me off. His face looked like an angry red tomato again, I silently prepared myself.

"Of course they are, I can't believe I raised a slut" my dad groans before looking at me in the eyes.

"Get out" part of me feels a feeling, a feeling that I felt 15 years ago when I was abandoned. The other part felt rage.

"You didn't fucking raise me" I yell before walking out the house slamming the door shut behind me.

Victor's POV:

I watched as my daughter walked into the room with an evident limp. My mind was raised with possibilities of what could have happened but I knew deep down.

She's 17 and now probably going to end up pregnant, I can't believe she couldn't act like an adult for once and not make stupid decisions. They knew each other what a day and she already jumps on him.

"Do you know how worried we were?" I yell as she arrives in the lounge. Me and my eldest son were talking about the mafia, he is going to take over soon and I am filling him in on more details of being the don. To many, you would think it's simple but it's not.

"You could have called" I groan as I look at her. I heard her mutter an apology which shocked me as she never seems to care.

She turns to leave and her hair moves out of the way allowing us to see her neck. She was covered in hickies all the way down, my anger increased as Alessandro asked the obvious.

"Of course they are, I can't believe I raised a slut, get out" I yelled before I realized what came out of my mouth. I regretted it the moment I said it as I saw a sudden sadness fill her eyes before she covered it.

"You didn't fucking raise me" she yelled back before storming out the house. My mind was a mess, why the hell did I say that to my baby girl.

"merda" I yell before I stand up rushing to the door attempting to see her after she left, yet there was no sign of her.

Walking back into the house I dial the number of the American don inviting him over to dinner. Maybe that way I can fix everything with my daughter.

I call the family down and explain to them what happened, to say they were annoyed would be a misuse of the word. They were pissed, as was I, I just pushed my daughter away again.