Sofia

Chapter 6

Giovanni's POV:

I was lying on my bed doing some extremely boring paperwork when I heard my sister's yell. My heart stopped beating for a second. I rushed out of my room and started making my way down, Terror causing cramps in my heart. I couldn't make it in time the last time Isabella yelled and that cost me something dearer than my life.

I see my younger brothers coming right behind me. 

"ISA!! What happened?!" I yell.

"PIZZAA!!" A tiny yell cut through my voice.

I make sure that Isabella is safe and then turn my attention to the maker of that noise. She is a young girl and now in my father's arms.

I try to get a peek of her face, but she had buried her face in my father's chest. 

"Papa? Who is that?" 

"U guess son." He turns around so we could look at her.

I look at the child, trying to make out her features. It wasn't long till I saw the birthmark on her face. I feel my heart drop slowly. Sofia. 

"Sofia?!" I ask praying to God that it was indeed my sister. I look at the child and get a small nod from her. I hear my heartbeat increasing. It really is her. The light of my life who was snatched away from us. 

She looked so scared and fragile.

 I couldn't bear it anymore. I need to hold her. To make sure it really is her. To make sure this isn't just a figment of my imagination. I walk towards her and ask, "Can I hold you sweetheart?"

She looks scared. Why is my sister scared of me? 

It isn't actually that surprising. I am a very scary man. That demeanor is necessary when you're supposed to be the next head of the mafia. But no brother wants their sister to be scared of them.

"Tesoro, you don't have to be scared of me. Please look at me." I plead.

She looks at me with glossy eyes. I feel my heart wrenching. All these years it was like someone took away my lungs and told me to breathe. 

I can feel my brothers taking in the sight of our sister. Sofia doesn't make a move towards us. 

"I think we should all just take a break and try this another time. I'm pretty sure Sofia needs her rest." my father's voice comes out echoing through the silence.

I nod, not being able to wrap my head around the whole thing. I watch as my dad carries her upstairs, Isabella right behind him. 

I sit down on the couch too stunned to fully understand what happened. 

"Oh My God! Was that really her!?" yelled Nico. I hear a smack right after.

"yess dumbass!" came andreas' voice. 

"Language boys!" my mom says as she made her way to come sit next to me. 

"Okay! now everybody just sit down. I'll explain everything. yesterday your father got a call from a police officer. he said that a couple had admitted a little girl in a hospital as she was found unconscious on the road. They did a DNA test and she is our Sofia. She was in Seattle all these years."

"SEATLLE! That's only like a couple of hours away!" yelled Allesandro.

"So, you're telling me that my baby sister was only a few hours away from us and we couldn't find her!?" I yell as i feel my face turning red with rage.

"We still don't know who was behind it. When we reached there the doctor told us that she might have been a victim of abuse. "

"I'm Sorry WHattt!!?" I turn around to see Allesandro yelling. I glance at Nico who had been silently crying. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I got up on my feet and started moving towards the door. I needed air. I needed to breathe. My baby sister. She is just a child. She didn't deserve this. If only I was faster that day.  None of this would have happened. It was all my fault.

My mind was racing, a million questions all at ones. My lungs weren't working and my heart was overworking. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Isabella. 

"It was all my fault Bella! If I had been there faster, she wouldn't have been taken and you wouldn't have been hurt and no one would have laid a finger on her. If only I was there fas... "

"Hey Gio. Look at me. It was not your fault. You can't blame yourself for that day. You need to stop replaying that day in your head. It'll only cause pain and misery and we already had enough of that. We got her back. We need to focus on helping her and keeping her safe now. We also need to find the guy who did this and tear him apart limb by limb but the point is we need to be there for her now."

I look at my sister. "Since when did you become all grown and mature?" I ask still struglng to control my breathing.

She chuckles and says "Since you dickheads started being immature. Come on lets go inside, It's getting chilly and I'm tired and also I wanna go and stare at Sofia to actually make sure she is real and I'm not dreaming."

I laugh as she dragged me inside.

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A/N: Hey Guys! I'm alive not dead.

I had no inspiration to write the story but apparently it decided to come back and I have a few ideas. And please don't be silent readers.

Happy Pride month you guys🏳️‍🌈!!