CHIARA ROMERO was kidnapped from her influential crime family as a child, growing up with no memory of her origins and an abusive home life. Raised in the streets of New York, she learned to fend for herself, becoming a fierce and brutal woman. At o...
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Sitting at the head of the meeting table brings back memories from when i was don of the Spanish mafia. Now my son, Lorenzo, is the don, im proud of him for fitting into the role the way he has over the years, although i haven't told him that. My family crumbled at the seams ever since our princesa was stolen from us, she was only 2 years old, so innocent and pure. she was too good for this world.
I often find myself thinking about my Chiara. What is she like? i think she would look more like her mother, which shakes me to my core, the thought of that woman is enough for me to spiral into rage. I can only hope that she is alive and happy. I will get her back one day.
Coming out of my thoughts, i hear the don of the Italian mafia, Giovanni, speak of his complaints with the French, they seem to have been stealing shipments from us. Giovanni's son, Alessio speaks up, he is meant to taking over position as don when he turns 20, i think he will do well, people already fear him more than his dad. I find that rather funny. "i heard that there has also been shipments stolen from the Americans", these French guys have really been going after everyone. Lorenzo then says "maybe we should contact the Americans, form and alliance?". before anyone can answer my phone rings, disrupting the conversation.
I get up from my chair and walk out the room, so they can carry on the meeting. I answer the phone and a woman's voice says "hi there, am i speaking to Alejandro Romero?" , "yes" i reply bored, what on earth could she want?, "sir, my name is Jen, i work with NewYork child services, I'm calling to inform you that we have found your daughter Chiara and are wondering if you would like to take her into you custody?"
My baby is alive. I'm going to be able to hold her again, to tell her how much i love her. my baby is coming home.
"yes, i'll come and get her" i reply quickly, this must be a dream right? "okay sir, i look forward to seeing you, have a good day" with that she hung up. I'm going to get my bebita (babygirl)
The private jet was in the air before i even sent a message to my sons telling them about an urgent trip, i didn't tell them about their hermana (sister) yet because part of me doesn't believe it. She's coming home after so many years, she was so young at the time, she wont even remember us. That is the part that hurts the most, the fact that i have such vivid memories of her and she wont even know who i am.
The jet just landed and i'm already in the car speeding to the police station. I'm coming for you sweetheart.
I'm walking into the police station and i'm quickly met with Jen, who looks like a rainbow threw up on her. She's leading me to a door, and when she finally opens it i'm met with my beautiful hija (daughter).
I can not believe i'm looking at my daughter after so many years, im surprised to find that she actually took after me, she looks like the female version of me. When i look into her eyes, that's when i realized that this wasn't a dream, she was really here.
"Chiara, this is Alejandro, your father. Alejandro this is your daughter Chiara. I will leave you two to catch up" with that Jen leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. I stare at my daughter, unsure of what to say to her, but she speaks up "hi, it's nice to meet you", god even her voice is perfect, she is my perfect little girl. "hi sweetheart, it's nice to meet you too" i manage to say without the tears falling that had been forming in my eyes.
We only spoke briefly, I can understand that from her perspective, I am a random man. As much as it hurts, I have to give her space to get used to her new life.
we were told that we could leave the police station not too long ago and are currently on our way to the private jet, i asked her if she wanted to collect her belongings quickly before we left, she agreed. She directed the driver in the direction of a nice looking neighborhood, it felt like a weight lifted off my chest when I saw her house, it was a beautiful mansion. She must've had a nice childhood.
"You can stay in the car, I will only be a minute" she smiled slightly at me before climbing out of the car and walking into the house. A couple minutes passed and she appeared from the front door with a suitcase and a small bag, once she got close to the car, I ordered the driver to put her luggage in the boot, and then we headed to the airport.
The plane just landed. We didnt talk much throughout the 7 hour flight, only some small talk here and there. I didn't want to pressure her into a conversation she isn't comfortable with, so I mostly let her do the talking.
However, I did tell her about her brothers and some of the antics they get up to. She laughed when she Heard some of the stories and it felt like music to my ears. I've wanted to hear that laugh for 15 years.
At one point, she asked about her past, why she didn't grow up with her brothers. I struggled to give he an answer, I just got my baby back, I don't want to scare her off. So I told her that her mother fell in love with someone else and ran away with him, taking her with them. It's not entirely a lie, but it's also not the truth.
Now we are in the car, heading to our estate, my baby is about to be home for the first time in 15 years.
-------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, hope you are enjoying so far!!
I think Alejandro is so cute, he loves his daughter so muchh
1032 words, another small chapter but they will start getting bigger soon!! I didn't realise how long it takes to write a few chapters until I was up at 5am still writing.....
