She's Not Coming Back - Missing Mafia Princess Story

Chapter Four: Reunited

Ember

As I sat on the cold cement ground, I heard the footsteps of a person on the other side of the door. I made sure to keep my knife hidden. It's too early to use it. I still didn't find out who killed Luna.

The doorknob slowly turned and I came into contact with an unfamiliar tall man, with a tattoo sleeve, and dark ivory hair.

To break the silence, the mysterious dude spoke up. "The Italian princess is in my presence? What a fucking honour." A beat. "Now, tell me everything about your mafia including that father of yours, and I won't ruin that face of yours."

"I'm not going to tell you shit. Why should I help the fucking devils?"

"You got an attitude. An attitude like that can get you killed and I know that you don't want to die. Right, bitch?" What a fucking asshole.

"Bitch? Who the fuck are you to call me a bitch?"

"I guess I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Alexander D'Angelo, a pleasure to meet you."

A D'Angelo... I mentally left out a little laugh, I can finally get information about the D'Angelos.

"I wish I could say the same, asshole."

 "Come on, Ember. You have 3 minutes to tell me everything or I'll figure it out the hard way." Alexander looks down at his watch and sets a timer on for 3 minutes. Cool tech.

I look at Alexander with no emotion on my face. I'm not telling him ANYTHING. Not risking Louis' life after he saved mine, multiple times. haha, the amount of time my life has been in danger is quite embarrassing.

"Let's do the hard way, Ember." Alexander walks toward me and kneels so we are both at the same height.

He grabs my hair and pulls me so I'm now standing against the wall. I made sure not to make any noises that can indicate that I'm in pain. His hands went up to my throat as he strangles me, leaving me with no oxygen.

"Wanna cooperate now?"

I simply looked him in the eye and spat on his face. A small laugh left my mouth, but Alexander, on the other hand, looks like he was on his shark week. His hands tighten their grip so hard that I know there'll be a bruise tomorrow, that is if he doesn't kill me.

As he continues to cut my airway, something catches his attention. He felt something around my neck, my necklace. Why does a simple necklace catch his attention? He releases his hands and I start coughing, trying to inhale as much oxygen as I can. Without a second to waste, Alexander grabs my necklaces and pulls as the clasp breaks. Seeing my necklace in his hand with so much confusion on his face makes me confused.

"Where'd you get this necklace?!" Alexander's voice didn't sound like it did before. It was harsh and impatient.

"Why do you care? Give me back my necklace."

"THIS NECKLACE DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. YOU'RE LUCKY WE NEED YOU OR ELSE I WOULD'VE KILLED YOU THE FIRST CHANCE I GOT!" Alexander yelled then pushed me so hard that my head hit the wall. I started to get dizzy and my eyelids became heavier and heavier as I fell onto the ground and my vision went dark.

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I woke up to my head pounding and as I slowly lifted my hand to my head, touching the bump that Alexander left me, I noticed my fucking head is bleeding.

I'm now in a different room. It's nothing compared to the one I was in before. It's warm and it has a window. I'm lying on a soft fluffy bed with a pair of new clothes on me. I looked across the room to see 7 pairs of eyes looking at me.

"Who changed me in these clothes? Who got the honour of seeing this sexy body?" I let out a laugh and finally stopped when I noticed that everyone has a serious look on their face. Tough crowd.

"What am I doing here? Do you guys always treat your enemies with such care?"

"I can't believe you're alive," the man in the suit looks at me with such care in his eyes. He's definitely the leader of this mafia so I'm guessing he's Stefano.

"Alexander didn't hit me hard enough to kill me so um yeah I'm alive... Don't worry asshole, your son didn't kill a girl, calm your tits down." I looked at Alexander and gave him a bitchy face.

"I mean I can't believe you even exist. You're right here in front of me, living for the past 16 years."

"You know I didn't really believe my father when he said that the D'Angelos are delusional but I definitely believe him now. Does anyone want to fill me in on what George Clooney is going on about?" I bring my hand to my necklace and I forgot that a certain asshole took it away. "ALEXANDER D'ANGELO, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE FUTURE, I'D SUGGEST YOU GIVE ME MY FUCKING NECKLACE!"

"I threw it out the window and I can't find it. It's not a big deal, stop yelling. God damn."

"Not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?!? You guys better pray that I find that necklace cause if I don't then I'll make sure I commit the same things to you that you did to innocent people, you fucking devils." I looked down, trying not to cry. They ruined everything. Took away my entire happiness.

"We're the devils?" The large groups of dicks laughed their fucking heads off.

"You burned down an orphanage, planted a bomb in the middle of a mall and as I mentioned earlier, you killed hundreds of innocents."

"Are these the lies that Louis is feeding you? That we're the 'rogue' Italian mafia? Do you think it was a coincidence that Louis was at the orphanage at the exact moment it went into flames? He ran in to save all the kids becoming the 'hero' of the day. Then he was coincidently in the mall where the bomb happen to be. Does your father shop much? Cause a man like Louis would seem to have servants to fetch him his errands. He grabbed the bomb and ran to the closest ocean and threw it, making him the hero, again. Does this all seem like a coincidence or planned?" another man in a suit stated.

Did Louis plan all of this? Was he lying to me?

"Why should I believe a word you say? As far as I know, you're the enemy."

"Ember, that necklace of yours once belonged to my wife." A smile appeared on his face when he was talking about his loved one. "She gave birth to 5 boys and loved them deeply but she wished for a baby girl. She got pregnant and asked the doctor for the gender and that was when she came to me running and jumping that we were going to have a baby girl. When your mother gave birth to you, she held you for 5 minutes and took off her necklace putting it on you. Those 5 minutes were the best 5 minutes in her life. It came downhill when your heart monitor started beeping like crazy. A nurse came in and pulled you out of your mother's arms and took you into another room, they came back and said you had complications that were not predictable. They announced your death and that day became the worst day of all of our lives."

What the actual fuck.

A laugh escaped my mouth as I locked eyes with everyone in the room.

"Please, you're hilarious. Just earlier we were talking about coincidences and you're telling me that my 'father' kidnapped me, my 'brother' tried to kill me and my entire 'family' is my enemy." I laughed louder and held onto my stomach because I started to get cramps from laughing so much. "Oh my God you should've seen George Clooney, he was about to cry when he was talking about his baby girl. You guys should give yourselves a pat on the back. You're acting was impeccable. Will Smith cannot relate, I mean come on, it was obvious that the slap was scripted, right? Okay, okay I'm done." I let out another laugh as I looked to the ceiling. "'that necklace of yours belonged to my wife,'" I mocked Stefano as I slid down my chair laughing.

"No one is acting, Ember." Stefano hands me a paper with a DNA test written on it.

Shit, they weren't acting.

Will Smith and Chris Rock were though. I rest my case.

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WAS THE SLAP BETWEEN WILL SMITH AND CHRIS ROCK REAL OR SCRIPTED? What are your thoughts?

Until next time...