The famous girl and the mafia leader

Chapter 17

I laugh as Dylan plays with Arabella in the pool.

"Will Nikolas ever forgive us?" Dominic asks me.

"Dom, there is nothing to forgive. You didn't do anything wrong by loving Dylan. I believe that he was reacting on the fact that he didn't see the signs that you two were gay." Dominic takes a deep breath nodding.

"Dominic? Can I talk to you in private?" Nikolas asks him. Dominic follows him into the pool house, where normally they are making drinks for everyone.

About 15 minutes later they come out of the pool house laughing with margaritas in their hands.

"Arabella, Dylan, margaritas!" Dominic yells and they both come running to us across the grass.

"Daddy, do I get one!" Arabella asks. You see apparently Dylan and Nikolas had figured out a long time ago how to make virgin ones.

"Of course, baby! You get a special one!" He hands her; hers. "Dylan, I just want you to know that I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was stupid to react that way when I know all you've through. I'm so sorry."

They hug it out like they always do when they have a fight before we are all sitting and laughing as we drink our margaritas.
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The next day I'm finishing up getting dressed as Dominic, Dylan, and Nikolas all walk into the bathroom where I am doing my makeup.

"Tyler, ties please."

I tie their ties before putting my heels on. We all meet downstairs at the front door.

"Mommy, daddy said that we are going to the mafia mansion!" I smile at her nodding. We all get into the limo that our driver is driving.

"This place better be completely spotless. If it isn't you have my permission to not hold back tomorrow at training Dominic." He nods to me and wraps his arm around Dylan who was silently worried for the people.

"Also, I fired all of the maids. So for now on we will be keeping our private home clean by ourselves. Don't make me assign chores for you guys too." They all look at me like I've lost my mind.

When we pull into the gate, Nikolas types in the code.

"So far, so good." I say as I notice that the front lawn has been mowed and all the cars are parked organized.

"They must be really scared of a 5'8 woman." Dominic laughs.

"I wouldn't doubt what this 5'8 woman could do." I glare. When we get out everyone follows me in. I press the intercom button on the wall that is connected to every room in this mansion.

"Everyone report to the main entrance, immediately." I smile as I hear my voice echo in every room.

"If I knew your own voice made you happy I would have made you a voice recorder to play everyday for the rest of your life." Nikolas mumbles behind me.

Everyone worriedly comes into the entry hall.

"I would like everyone's car keys in the box." Dylan gives a box to a man and the box gets passed around to everyone. It is soon back in Dylan's hands.

"Now, you all will get these keys back if each of your chores are done, along with your rooms. Since there is over 100 people in this house, I have hired a few of my former maids to check each room of this place while we have dinner in the dining hall. So please make your way to the dining hall." They all start filing out of the room and I turn around to my family with a smirk.

"If we would have tried to take away their keys they would have had a fit." Dylan says handing me the box.

"Nikolas and you are just big teddy bears to them. Show them that you are in charge and you get the respect. I made my name in this place years ago. I'm making sure that my name will be remembered in this mafia for years to come. Now come on Arabella." I take her hand and lead her into the dining hall where there is a table with empty chairs.

Nikolas's parents designed this place where the men have their own long table, and the highest of the mafia's families have their own table.

Arabella and I sit down to the left by Nikolas at the head of our table. Dylan and Dominic sit to the right of him.

"You May eat!" Nikolas's voice booms throughout the room letting everyone know that they may eat.

Soon the head maid comes in and let me know that only one person didn't do their chores. That lights a flame in me that I haven't felt in years.

"I just found out that one person didn't do their chores." I walk to the one person that I could never get respect out of no matter how much I tried.

"I get it. You are Nikolas's cousin, but you of all people should respect me enough." I grab his ear and pull him out of the room with Dominic following me out. If Nikolas came the dining hall would be a disaster.

"I don't have to respect you!" Meet Devin Ferrari.

"Why can't you fucking listen for once? I barely ask anything out of you. All I ask is for you to respect me enough to make sure everyone else does!" I push him into a wall roughly.

"I can't respect you because you don't belong as the Queen! You are a low rank mafia slut. Before my cousin recognized you, all you were is a fucking zoccola!" (Slut)

"It's funny how you think I was low rank. I am the daughter of one of the best assassins in history." I look to Dominic and walk out leaving Dominic to rough him up a bit.

I walk back to the dining hall and everyone smirks.

"How much longer are you gonna let him call you that?" Someone at the table asks me.

"As long as he wants. It doesn't matter to me. I won't lose sleep over someone that is a black sheep of their family." I sit back down between Nikolas and Arabella.

"Open." Nikolas commands as he guides his spoon of ice cream into my mouth.

"Mommy! I don't like chocolate ice cream." Arabella whines.

"I'll go get her a different ice cream." Dominic mumbles as he takes her bowl glancing at me. I know he doesn't want anyone but me to notice the hand that's in his pocket.

"He is morto isn't he?" (Dead) I look up at Dylan. He has never done well with what we do as a mafia, which is why he is the head of our IT department.

"I don't know, Dylan." Dominic comes back with a huge smile on his face. I notice Chloe walking in behind him.

Dominic sits Arabella's ice cream in front of her squatting down to give her a kiss on the cheek. Which catches the attention of everyone in the room not used to seeing him showing his love for people since he has always struggled to show it.