After being verbally, physically, emotionally and sexually abused for 10 years, Alessia Stevenson finally ended her number one problem.
Her stepfather
After being taken into custody by her real father, she is forced to live with him and her 6 older...
(Recap: We all laughed and congratulated Domenico as the car rolled to a stop.
We're here.)
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We arrived at the place we were going to eat dinner at. And damn it looked good.
Probably because I own it.
La Dolce Vita Ristorante
Which translates to,
The Sweet Life Restaurant.
The perfect mask for illegal crime. I mean, every mafia has at least one restaurant like this. Only, mine are far grander and more expensive. But it is so worth the price.
And they know it.
It must have cost them a fortune to rent out the entire place!
But then again, it's their money, and if it's being spent on something that earns me money. Then by all means, spend away.
I don't mind-
Go ahead. Spend more.
One by one, everyone arrived after us, each one rolling into the VIP car park and even the cars were radiating power. Being a gentleman, Domenico got out of the car and opened to door for me. I took his hand walked out of the car.
"Thank you brother," I smiled at him.
"Of course Alessia," He hugged me, whilst Darius was trying to get out via the door that Domenico had opened for me.
"Uh no bitch," Domenico slammed the door shut with his foot, making it crash into his hand.
Ouch
That must hurt.
I walked with Alessandro and Andreas at my sides, Dad in front of me, with granddad in front of him, and everyone else was either behind me or surrounding me. Is this what a celebrity feels like? Wow.
"Guys, let me go and get the table," I tried to go and leave the circle that guarded me but was gently pushed back by Andreas.
"Nope, you are not leaving our sight," Dad said.
Ugh. Overprotective or what?
And I thought I had it bad before with only 6 brothers. Oh how wrong I was.
I shoved through the crowd and made my way to the reception quickly. I ran like a cheetah. And in heels too. I'd like to see them try to do that.
Upon seeing me, the receptionist bowed his head in respect. All of the staff here, knew that I was the owner. What they did not know, was that I was the Russian mafia Donna.
"Hello, we have a reservation under DeLuca," I smiled at him.
"Right this way," He shakily walked me over to a massive table.
The decor was fabulous. I had definitely made a good choice, when I decided build this place.
I sat down in a seat near the middle of the table. As the receptionist was about to leave, I beckoned him over.
"Please serve us the most expensive and richest wine along with a steak, however say it is from the owner. Do not say it was from me." I whispered into his ear.
He nodded his head frantically and started to write things down onto his little notepad.
Soon after he left, everyone walked in and took their seats. Grandpa and Juan sat next to me. This was going to be entertaining.
Everyone grabbed a menu, and began to look at what they wanted to order. Except I didn't, I already knew what I wanted to eat. I have excellent taste in food. Not that the food here is bad. It's divine!
Obviously because I handpicked and designed the menu myself.
Grandpa nudged me and I turned to face him.
"What are you going to get?" He asked.
"I was thinking of getting the spaghetti with sauce and chicken. It is very tasty," I grinned at him while I spoke.
I love food. I'll marry it one day. Just you watch.
"Ah, so you have been here before?" He smiled at me.
He's clever. Caught on quickly.
Once the waiter arrived, she took our orders and gulped when she saw me there. I don't think anyone noticed it.
She took our orders to the chef, but she came back again to our table.
"The owner of this restaurant would like to give you our most expensive and richest wine for free, as well as this the owner would also like to give you steak," She read out from a piece of paper. "Enjoy,"
She placed the meal onto the table and left the room, leaving us to eat the steak peacefully.
"The owner is awfully kind, I should like to give him our thanks," Dad said.
Again with the 'only a man can do this'
I had a thought. Well this is going to be delightful.
"You know," I began, getting the attention of everyone at the table. "I've heard that the owner is having a taster meeting here right now, we should go and see him," I played along with the idea of the owner being boy.
"Yes, yes we should," Grandpa agreed with me.
"I'll just go to the toilet, I'll be back in a minute, you go on without me," I declared as I ran for the toilet area.
Time to put my plan into action
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