DISCONTINUED!!!
𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜; 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 .
A broken yet dangerous girl who thinks she doesn't want anyone but still in the corner of her heart yearning to be lov...
We left the living room and I called my men to arrange the jet ,of course our private jet.
I went to my room got ready and came to the foyer and I saw dad , Matteo and Sandro there, I have never seen Sandro get ready on time. We went out and got into our matte black Range Rover
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This is more convenient for us to travel when we go out together somewhere but we use Limo for going to Balls both legal and illegal.
The driver started driving, no one spoke anything the ride was so silent,I know everyone is in their world thinking about what is about to happen.
Around 20 minutes travel we reached the airport and we got into the private entry and we boarded the jet.
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(Author's pov: jet something like this with some writing like the Armani)
I was sitting in than one hard chair for like 5 hours, suddenly I heard some footsteps outside the door and Officer John opened the door and came in , after that Jade,the social worker came in and then came the Ex Don of Italian mafia ANTONIO ARMANI ,then the present don LORENZO ARMANI then the famous assassin of Italians, ALESSANDRO ARMANI.
Antonio was looking like he is in the verge of crying, Lorenzo tried to look emotionless but his eyes say everything he has hope in his eyes,but I don't know why. Alessandro on the other hand had a complete emotionless face but he is looking at me intensely like he is trying to figure me out,good luck with that big bro.
"Hey principessa, I am your father Antonio, Antonio Armani" Antonio said with a little bit of hurt, I understand like who likes to introduce themself to their own daughter but what did he expect,me to remember them what was I like 2 or 3 years.If they think that I will be the same girl I was, then they're wrong,but they can't blame me ,my life was not all rainbows and unicorns.
"Hey piccola (little one), I am Lorenzo your eldest brother" said Lorenzo, I am not little I thought (yes I know Italian) ,'Yes you are, you are little compared to them' said my subconscious mind.
"Hey my cuoricina (little heart),I am Alessandro,you can call me Sandro,I am your third eldest brother" Alessandro said.
When he said the nickname I remembered something I always get a dream except my nightmare, a dream of me playing with two boys one was giving me a piggyback and a another one was running along with us, we were in some kind of garden, the boy giving me a piggyback called me my cuoricina and I called him Sandy .The boy running with us called me piccolo fiore (little flower) and I called him Xandy.
