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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎

I'm scared. I'm so scared. I feel like I want to curl up in a ball and disappear. Nicola came into the office and told me my real father is here. My real father. And my oldest brother. She didn't tell me his name though which is kind of rubbish but whatever.

What do I call my father? I'm not going to call him dad. It's to soon. Do I just call him Lorenzo? That seems rude. Jack said I should call men 'sir'. Should I do that? That's respectful right? Sir it is.

I grab my bag and put my book away. My phone is smashed and Nicola told me i couldn't go on it because it's dangerous which is a bunch of fucking bullshit.

"Are you ready sweetie? Your dad should be done with the paperwork by now." Nicola says sweetly with a smile.

I just nod and stand up. If I talk I feel like I might vomit. What if I word vomit and start yapping about random shit? Shit I'm panicking. It's okay. I'm okay. I'll be fine. Yeah.

Nicola beckons me to follow her. I do. God this is making my heart go boom boom fucking boom.

We go a couple of steps down the corridor of offices and we stop at one with her name on the door. Nicola opens the door up and then I see two men. Fuck they're huge!

They are both like giants compared to me. Why have I not got the tall genes. I'm like 5 foot 7. They are like 10 foot. No really but you get what I mean.

"Bambina?" The one who looks the oldest says and asks, he has a really cold tone and a cold expression but it seems to crack a bit when he sees me.

I know Italian but they don't need to know that I guess. It might come in handy. I could spy on them like a cia agent or something, that is if they speak fully Italian. Which is probably the case. He has a thick Italian accent, I don't though. I have a British accent, which makes sense as I've lived here basically my whole life.

"Um yeah." I say in a soft tone with a small voice.

They both just stand there, looking kind of shocked... is something wrong? I don't know. They look so intimidating compared to Jack. If they wanted to then they could step on me with ease. I need to watch my back. They could be like Jack.

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎

My principessa. She's just looks so fragile.. so small... so lost. Her big brown eyes scan our faces before looking down at the floor. She's so fucking skinny. Like severely underweight. It's not fucking normal. What did they feed her? My bambina... her eyes have bags under them, she looks so wrecked. What happened to my little girl? Where did that big light go? Where did that sparkle in her eyes go?

I can't bring myself to speak, neither can Alessandro from what I can see in his expression. She looks so lost, I don't know how to explain it. She just has that dead look in her eyes. That spark from before is gone. If you look into those big doe eyes, you just see a void, that sparkle is gone. That happiness is gone.

"Isabella, hi sweetheart.." I make my voice softer than before. Taking down that cold barrier what was built when she went missing, that wall I built to hide my feelings.

"Hello sir.." Her sweet little voice has so much anxiety and nerves in it, my poor baby.

Hold on, sir? Why the fuck would she call me sir? I'm her fucking dad. Who the fuck has taught her this? Who has made my bambina like this?

"Don't call me sir. I'm your dad. Don't ever call me sir." I demand. Trying to stay in my soft tone but I'm struggling here.

"I-I'm sorry." She stumbles over her words.

"It's fine. Just don't call me sir. I'm not your teacher or anything." I chuckle.

She does a tiny little smile in return. It's fake. Where has my little girl gone? What is going on?

"Hi Isa." Alessandro calls her by one of the nicknames all my boys used to call her when she was younger.

"Hi, I'm sorry but who are you? Are you my brother? Are you my cousin? What your name? Wh-" Isabella starts to randomly ask questions nervously but Alessandro cuts her off.

"You don't remember me?" He seems hurt. It's been years but I get it. She doesn't even remember me and that hurts me.

She shakes her head, visibly confused. Why wouldn't she remember us? Did Cara not tell her about us? I mean why would she? She's a fucking psychotic bitch.

"I'm your brother. Oldest brother. Alessandro. This is dad. Our dad." He says, hiding his hurt with his cold demeanour but I know. I can tell. He's my son.

It looks like a memory goes through her brain and when she talks, I know it's true. "Sandro?" She asks with a more calmer voice.

"Yes Isa. It's me bambina." He smiles. He finally smiles.

"I remember you... how do I remember you? Cara said I had no family but here you are.." She mumbles quietly, I can hardly hear her or make out what she's says. But I do.

Cara lied. That fucking bitch lied and didn't tell Isabella that she had family, that fucking snake.

"We are here. We are real, tesoro." I say softly. Ditching the cold demeanour.

"Can I hug you?" I ask and take a sleep towards her and open my arms. She flinches. Isabella fucking flinches. She thinks I would hurt her? I would rather stab myself a million times then every hurt her.

I try ignore it so I don't make her scared and keep my arms open, she slowly, cautiously, steps closer and wraps her thin arms around me, she's so fucking cold. Something is wrong, I don't know what but something is not right.

I crouch down a bit and she wraps her arms around my neck instead and I wrap my arms around her ribs, she winces. What the fuck is going on? I loosen my grip a bit so I'm a more gentle on her body, my angelo feels so frail and weak in my arms, so fragile. Like if I was to hug her too hard then she would shatter into a million pieces.

After a couple of seconds, we both let go, she acts like nothing happened. I can't wrap my head around what is going on with her? Who hurt my bambina?

Alessandro is next to hug her, with her permission of course. He is also gentle when hugging her, crouching down and having his arms around her gently. He must have seen the way she flinched and winced as well.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask her once they split up from their hug.

She nods, a bit more comfortable with us from what I can see. Isabella grab her backpack off the floor. Is that all she has? A backpack? It's a big backpack but still. Did Cara and Jack? I think his stupid name was Jack. Did they not but her anything?

"Is that all you have?" I ask.

"Um yeah." She answers back in a small voice again.

"Okay then let's go. The cars are waiting for us." I beckon for her to follow me out and she does, Alessandro following behind.

It's time to go home. I get to go home with my principessa. Our principessa mafiosa is going to come home with us. We left New York without her and now we are going back with her.

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This is a bit of a more longer chapter compared to the other ones, I hope this was okay because I don't really like it but whatever. I won't be doing another chapter today and I'm on holiday for the weekend so I probably won't publish a new chapter until next week.

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