Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 19

Anastasia Rose

"You!!"
We bellowed at the exact same moment—his tone filled with sheer surprise, while mine, after realizing exactly who he was, carried pure exhaustion and disbelief.

Our families stared at us, astonished and confused.

"You guys know each other?" Mum asked.

The blue idiot—wait, Viktor? Yes. Viktor finally seemed to unfreeze, stepping forward to stand beside his family as if reality had just caught up to him.

Unbelievable...

I still couldn't believe he was related to someone as sweet and composed as these Russians.

"No..."
We answered in perfect unison before shooting deadly glares at one another.

"What are you doing here, Ms. Stalker??" His eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.

"How about you, Blue Idiot??" I shot back in the same mocking tone.

"Ms. Stalker?? Viktor... Son!!" his mother suddenly exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as realization struck her.
"Is she the girl who kneed you two days ago in the mart because you took the cookie packet that she was about to take?"

Oh. So he told his mother.

Mama's boy huh!!

I rolled my eyes internally.

"Unfortunately yes!!" he replied stiffly.

"More like unfortunate for me to have bumped into you several times," I retorted sharply.

"Wow, did you really knee him in his private parts? That must be an amazing sight to see," Katerina exclaimed before turning to her brother with teasing curiosity.
"That must have hurt, right Viktor.."

I couldn't help it—I giggled.

Viktor glared at her while the mothers chuckled openly.

"By the way, why is she here? With them?" he asked, pointing toward my family.

"She is Anastasia, Alessia and Alessandro's daughter," Elina said excitedly.

She and Mum exchanged a look—one of those silent conversations mothers seem fluent in. I frowned slightly, wondering what was going on in their minds.

"No wonder she looks like Vincenzo," he muttered.

"You've already bumped into her three times. Why didn't you tell us about her?" Elena complained.

"Mom, I wanted to—but I thought she could be a doppelgänger. It's not new for girls to try getting close to our family for the fortune. I thought she was bumping into me on purpose so I'd notice her," he said in that deep, husky voice of his.

I scoffed. "You are so delusional, you know."

"Whatever you say, Ms. Stalker... oops—Anastasia," he mock-smiled.

"Viktor," his mother warned.

"Amkae," I mumbled under my breath.(bitch)

By now, my brothers and cousins had lost interest and dispersed, leaving Vincenzo, Leo, Mateo, Ethan, my parents, aunts, uncles—and unfortunately, the blue idiot and his family.

People came and went, greeting us. Anyone who saw me either froze in shock at my resemblance to the Don—or stared like they'd seen a ghost.

Suddenly, unease settled in my chest.

I felt eyes on me.

I scanned the ballroom and locked eyes with the man—the same one who had spoken briefly with my father and brothers earlier. Their interaction had been... cold.