Missing Mafia Princess

(4) Private this Private that

*Alessia's P.O.V*

I hear thumping outside my door then they stop. The door slowly opens and 5 men stand there. They are all extremely tall and well put together. In expensive suits and shoes.                                        

 'Hi! Bambina. I am your twin!' One of them says to me. I feel my eyes widen in shock.

I have twin?

I didn't know I had brothers but a twin?! This is insane. They are all silent so i figure I best say something, "Hi, I-I'm Alessia" I whisper still intimidated by the presence of so many men. The last time I was in a room with a group of men it wasn't to discuss who would be my guardian. 

They all smile at me which I am so grateful for because I honestly don't know what I would do if they didn't like me. 

' I am your eldest brother Frederico. I am 26 and will be your guardian' His tone assertive but not aggressive.

' I am Gianni your second eldest brother, I'm 25 and I am so happy your home' He says with a gruff tone yet somehow gentle. The one who said I was his twin nudged him and muttered 'suck up'. 

'Vincenzo. I am 23, It's good to have you back' Short but sweet

'I am Matteo your 4th eldest brother, I'm 20 and a doctor. I've missed you' He smiles. He seems nice.

'Dante isn't here he's 17 and a right asshole. Try not to let him get to you though' Frederico replies. I knew it would be too good to have all my brothers like me. 

' I am Luca, I'm your age (16) because I am your twin. I am also your favorite brother and definitely the most fun' He smiles. He seems like someone I could be friends with. His hair is slightly darker than mine but other than that the resemblance between is uncanny. 

They look at me expecting another more in depth introduction.

'Oh- I'm Alessia and I'm 16 . . . Thanks for taking me in' I mentally kick myself. What am I doing?

A sad look takes over them but they keep their smiles but something dark flickers in their eyes.   Frederico is signing the last of the paper work and we get ready to leave.                                          

'Have you ever flown before?' Vincenzo asks me. I shake my head no.                                               

'Well we're taking our jet home. It's about a 6 hour trip' He explains to which I simply nod.

*Vincenzo P.O.V*

She's so much smaller than I expected her to be. She's also a lot quieter than she used to be but I suppose you can only expect that over 12 years. She's clearly intimidated by us so we're all putting on our nicest faces, knowing we all have cold resting faces. 

We walk onto the jet and she waits for us to tell her where to sit. I've noticed that about her, she always waits for permission. It worries me perhaps she is just very polite but the news of her having trauma may suggest otherwise. 

'Do you have any hobbies?' I ask her once we have reached resting altitude on the jet. 

' Um, I like to read and I play a bit of piano . . . do you?' She asks evidently nervous. 

'Work doesn't really allow for hobbies' 

'What do you do for work?' she asks gently. 

Damn it! I dug myself that hole. Frederico and the others are glaring at me.                                 

'Oh- we own . . . businesses and hotels' I explain which technically isn't a lie. 

She nods and accepts my answer and looks out the window. Frederico looks at me and mouths, Too close.