Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 12

Anastasia Rose

I was practically dragged toward the car by the two of them, flanking me, earning more than a few curious stares.

Most likely aimed at me.

They were probably wondering why I was with the Romanos.
Not my fault, now is it?

We drove past the university gates and headed toward the mansion.

Mansion...
No.
Soon, it would be my home.

"So," I asked curiously, breaking the silence, "how were their reactions when the rest found out?"

Federico smiled at me through the rear-view mirror. "They were emotional. Extremely ecstatic."

"Yeah," Niccolò nodded enthusiastically, "I've never seen Dad cry before. And Fabio—man, even that cold-hearted bastard got emotional." He chuckled.

"I see..."
"And what about... what about Vincenzo?"

I didn't know why I was curious about him. Maybe I just wanted to know whether that stone-faced brother of mine had shown any emotion at all.

"Well..." Niccolò rubbed the back of his neck—a habit both twins had when they didn't quite know what to say.
"I didn't pay much attention, but his eyes... they looked happy."

I nodded and turned toward the window, watching buildings and vehicles blur past.

I smiled faintly.

It felt oddly satisfying to know he had felt something—anything.

"But hey—"
I turned back to Niccolò, startled.

"What?" I raised a questioning brow.

"You're not giving him the favorite-brother spot, are you?" he pouted.

"Oh, hell no!" Fabio exclaimed from the driver's seat. "I'm obviously going to be her favorite."

Is it really a competition?

And just like that, they started arguing over who would be my favorite.

Maybe... maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

⸻

We entered the underground garage, and my mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of the cars lined up.

Oh hell—I was going to have so much fun driving these beauties.

"I can see it on your face," Niccolò howled with laughter, "you want to devour them all."

I shot him a glare and stepped out of the car.

As we walked toward the main gate, guards stood stationed at every possible corner.

"Is this place always this heavily guarded?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"We- ah.. since our family is really well off so there's bound to be competitors and enemies.. So, Yeah..,"
Niccolò scratched the back off his neck, trying so hard to make an excuse. "Protection is mandatory."

Hmm— or it's because you guys are the freaking Italian Mafia

My conscience snorted at my internal outburst. But it was kinda cute to see them trying to hide it.

I can't wait for the day when they have to reveal the truth to me and find out I already know

You're a piece of shit my conscience shot back.

Shut up!

Federico nodded. "Especially after you were taken. Security tightened a lot."

"That bastard of an uncle," Niccolò muttered angrily. "I wish he rots in hell."