Our Angelina

Chapter 2

Alessio's POV (Dad):

I had been working non-stop throughout the day and it was now 6:00 pm. I was planning on heading home soon considering it's family night. My boys and I usually take one night out of the week to do something with all of us together.

Just as I was signing my last contract, my phone rang. The number was unknown, but something told me to answer it. Being a mafia don, you usually have to be wary. I finally decided to answer the call.

"Alessio De Luca speaking," I said coldly into the phone.

"Hi Mr. De Luca, My name is Janice Hopper and I'm a social worker in San Diego, California. I'm calling to inform you that your daughter, Angelina Alessia De Luca, is in need of a guardian. Her mother, Eleanora, got into a car accident earlier this morning and her husband, Finn Schneider, disappeared after the crash. I was hoping you'd be willing to take her in," she explained.

"What do you mean my daughter? I don't have a daughter!" I angrily exclaimed. Eleanora was a tough subject for both me and my boys. None of us took her leaving very well.

"I assure you that you do have a daughter. She is five years old and we've done a DNA test. She is 100 percent your daughter."

My heart stopped. Eleanora ran away while she was pregnant. She was pregnant with my principessa and she never told me. I sat there thinking about everything I missed in my principessa's life. I must have been silent for too long because Janice kept calling my name through the phone.

"What did you say?"

"I asked if you would become her legal guardian otherwise she will be put into foster care or adoption."

"Of course I'll take her in, the flight is about six hours, so I'll be there around 9:00 pm your time."

"Fantastic, when you get here there will be a couple of documents you need to sign and then you should be good to go. I do want to mention a couple of things before we say our goodbyes. Today is Angelina's birthday, but also the day her mother died. I also want to say that she's showing signs of abuse. She flinches at sudden movements, and she is very underweight for her age. She keeps repeating the same line 'I was a bad girl and bad girls don't deserve nice things'. We recommend you have her looked at by a doctor to make sure she is in good health."

"Oh wow, okay. That's a lot to take in. Thank you so much for telling me Janice, I'll see you soon." I hastily hung up and texted Antonio, my oldest son, telling him to pack a bag to fly to San Diego. I packed up all my things and made my way quickly to the car.

As soon as I opened the front door I yelled out for my boys, "BOYS! BE IN THE LIVING ROOM IN TWO MINUTES!"

The sound of footsteps stampeding down the stairs and into the living room filled the house. Each of my sons came in and sat down on the various couches and chairs we have. I stood in front of them with a grin on my face, but still wary about the fact my principessa could have been abused.

"What's wrong with dad?" My youngest Maximo whispered to his twin Marcello. In return, Marcello slapped him on the back of the head and told him to wait until I explain what's going on.

"Okay boys, I know you're all probably very confused on why I called this family meeting when it's supposed to be family night. But I have some news, so please do not interrupt me," I calmly stated. "I got a call earlier from a Janice Hopper from San Diego, California informing me that Eleanora passed away."

"Okay and?" Matteo angrily stated. He was always a mama's boy and after she left he took it pretty hard. I gave him a hard glare for interrupting me and he shrunk down into his seat.