Rose Valentino

The call

Stepping into the police station and in Miss.Jones cabin , I was given the permission to sleep until they arrive. Miss Jones said that they would be here in the next 2 hours. And considering the previous and painful events , I laid on the big beige couch by the door, letting sleep take me into another abyss.

Andrei's pov

After an important meeting with another fashion company called MC Co , I was on my way home to spend some time with my sons. Halfway to my destination, my phone starts to ring. Looking at the ID screen, it shows a NY number yet the person is anonymous.

Second guessing on it, I whispered a small frustrated 'fuck it' to myself. Then clearing my voice of any emotion , I pressed the answer button letting the person talk first.

"Good day , Mr.Valentino! I am Miss Jones. I have your daughter, Rose with me. Her mother and stepfather was found dead in an alley with drugs on them which we suspect is involved with a mafia. She is now without a guardian so do you want to take custody over her?" , a female voice said.

Hearing my tesoro's name brought tears to my eyes and made me speechless. I was about to speak in a broken tone but was thankfully interrupted by Miss Jones clearing her throat and muttering , "Sir , are you there? Will you take her in or put her in a foster care?"

Snapping back to Miss Jones, my voice turned cold and held a bit of anger. My eyes turned dark with my hands clenching the staring wheel and my phone. And for what? Just by hearing of my only daughter being put in foster care when her family is here , missing her.

Before I could think about it more ,I answered her question in a cold tone. "I will be there in 2 hours to take her in. Get the custody documents ready by then. If there isn't anything else , I will hang up then." Hanging up before she could reply , I stepped on the gas.

Speeding up to the mansion which lost its homey feeling like how we lost our light. While driving, my eyes were fixed on the road but my mind was somewhere else.

My mind was invaded by questions like :

Does she remember us?
What happened when she wasn't with us?
How was her life with Sofia?
Did Sofia treat her well?
What was her stepfather like to her?
Did they care for her even though they took drugs?

Before I could think of anything else, I arrived at the mansion. Entering the living room, I yelled "Boys , come down NOW! Urgent family meeting!"

Within a minute, the room was filled with my 4 sons. Their attention was fully on me once they took a seat.

"I got a call from a police station in NYC regarding Princesa. Sofia and her husband were found dead containing drugs. We are going to get her now." I announced carefully looking at their expressions.

I watched as their sealed emotions was unleashed and reflected throughout their face.

Mixed emotions was shown in their eyes while their lips formed grins and frowns of joy or thinking. Before Rose was taken by Sofia, the boys was always carefree and cheerful but after that incident, they had changed for the worst.

Their childish behaviour turned mature. They stopped playing and distanced themselves from others. Their childhood was destroyed as they demanded me to teach them the mafia world at the age of 10 onwards.

My mind was just about to think about their bond to my little 'toroso' , when my eldest son interrupted them.

"Well , what are you waiting for? Let's go now! I want to see my bambina. But it's fine if you don't want to go. I'll go myself." Alexander hastily mutters before grab his Audi car keys , heading to it.

Knowing him , he will do anything to be with his sister which includes leaving me , his father behind. Honestly you might think that he loves her more than literally anything and everything else.

Quickly snapping out my thoughts, I run out of the mansion towards his car, knowing he is already waiting for me inside.

Once there, I took my seat on the passenger side. Alexander pressed on the accelerator taking us to our private black and red plane with our V signature.

Settling into our comfortable redish window seats in the plane. We allow our minds to wander to where it wants to go , thinking of what it desires answers to.

After an hour of thinking in the plane, we finally landed by our NYC private airport. The perks of being one of the most powerful mafias and successful CEO's.

Exiting the plane, we got into our awaiting Ford Ranger. During the 5 minute ride as Alex drove on full speed to the NYC police station. We were finally sharing our thoughts on Rose's situation.

Sighing when the building came into our sight. We got out of the vehicle, walking into the police station towards Miss Jones cabin like we own the place. Which we are capable of doing if we want.

Stopping at the door of her cabin. We both took a deep breath before entering it. Near the entrance was a couch that contained a cute, small girl sleeping curled up.