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 loved and cared.
A...
I felt someone shaking me slightly, I could help but flinch slightly, then I realised Sandro was trying to wake me up. I wish he didn't notice that I flinched. I open my eyes and see his eyes filled confusion and the changes into anger. Fuck he noticed.
Before he can ask a question the pilot announces "Dear passengers, please wear your seatbelt and prepare for landing, we are gonna land in New York" I know they live in New York from Google but I couldn't get the exact locations.
He left the topic for now but I know he will ask me about it sooner or later.
I wear my seat belt. We start landing.
(Time skip)
We get out of the airport and as soon as we step out of the airport we are surrounded by paparazzi and Sandro covers me from most of the cameras. I am not a big fan of media attention and they start throwing questions at us.
'Is that the lost daughter of yours ,Mr. Armani ?'
'Did you find your wife, Mr. Armani ?'
Then they turn their attention on me and they ask
'Are you Isabella Armani,Miss ?'
I was holding my emotionless facade but I didn't realise I was holding Sandro's hand until I start to squeeze it a little from the attention I was getting, which caused Sandro to give his deadly glare to the paparazzi and they shut up immediately. I was thankful for him.
Even though I am cold and all I am not confident in front of a crowd,it is different in the fight club because most of them know me and cheer me during the fight but at places like this every one in the crowd will be judging me and I am insecure as fuck.
We got into a range rover.
The driver started driving.
I was looking out of the window at the passing scenery. No one talked in the car, it was silent but the silence was .. Comfortable ?.
We started going into a posh looking area there many many houses next to eachother, the houses got bigger and bigger as we were moving. We were still going and going the house stoped but we were still going and finally saw a huge ass gate. With a lot of security on outside. I guessed it was their home.
"Welcome to our home,principessa." Antonio said. That 'our home' was going in my head again and again. With a sigh 'Home sweet home, here I come' I thought with sarcasm.
"Ready to meet your other brothers, principessa" Antonio asked and I give him a very non-enthusiastic nod.
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(Imagine something like with this style but more bigger, I mean like so so big with a garage on the side and a fountain or what ever you want, it is a big mansion with east side and west side, family are there on the east side and offices and business [more like mafia and shit 😉] stuff are there or happens in the west side.So 'no third floor or basement rules' only 'not going to the west side, until called,' rule)
I was in a aww at the architecture. Damn it was so cool. I can believe I am gonna live here hereafter, not that I was living in a cardboard,my penthouse was good but this is a another level.
As we enter all the guards start to give casual salute not the serious salute which the police give and Antonio and Lorenzo gave them a nod.
If the exterior was good ,I have no words with the interior it was absolutely stunning.
