Mafia princess

Part 3

Isabella's pov

We pull up right by a private jet which I was not expecting. I knew that my father looked rich but not that rich. He got out of the car first and held the door open for me which I guess was sweet. The kind gesture gave me courage so when we got inside I chose the seat next to him - I guess I may as well try to get to know him.

"So what's Italy like" I said as I thought I t was a good starting question. I'd only ever been to France and Spain before on school residential trips so my limited knowledge of Italy consisted of Pizza and pasta. "It's very beautiful bella" "I thought we agreed on no nicknames" I replied fake frowning. "Bella means beautiful in Italian, it just slips out" my dad replies laughing. "Do you know Italian?" I actually did know Italian - quite well actually. I had always wondered why my Mum insisted on my learning it but I get why now. I guess she realised that at some point I would end up in Italy - wether I realised the rest of my family lived there or not. I decided not to straight up lie but I thought it would be useful to keep my knowledge a secret so I replied " I mean I've lived in England basically my whole life..." and trailed of so my dad just changed the subject. My secret was hidden a bit longer!

30 minutes passed and I was starting to get sleepy. It had been a busy day after all. My dad saw me struggling and offered for me to rest my head on his shoulder. I'm generally a pretty huggy person so I agreed - I might actually get comfy that way. " so who actually are you? Other than my Dad?" " I'm Leonardo Romano and I own a lot of business. Some could say I'm very important so we have lots of people that work for the family." "Doing what?" I half asked as I was getting sleepy. "You don't have to worry about that principessa". He put a pillow on his lap and I slid down so I could lay down to sleep. I shut my eyes and the last thing I remembered was my dad gently playing with my hair.

A few hours later

I had just woken up but I heard talking so I stayed still with my eyes shut. My dad was on the phone and was talking in a hushed shout. I could only hear one half of the conversation and my dad was talking very quickly so it was hard to fully understand but the few words I could pick out were torture, murder and money. How strange. This was a completely different side to my dad that I hadn't seen earlier in the day. Hopefully my dads not in anything too sketchy. I momentarily forgot that I was supposed to be faking sleep and rolled over and opened my eyes so I was staring straight into my dads eyes. Shit. I thought I would have to commit to the fakery so I gave a bit of a yawn and then shielded my face from the light saying "too bright, too bright."

Luckily I think my dad bought it and he didn't seem too worried as he thought I couldn't speak Italian. I suddenly realised that lying on his lap was a bit weird so I got up and sat in a seat opposite him. "Only 10 minutes till we arrive" he said and I nervously smiled. I had always had lots of friends but I'd never had siblings since I could remember. It had always been me and Mum and then me and my friends.

We soon pulled into a driveway with a large metal gate. I guess we were here.