The Missing Princess (✔️)

36: Daughter

Chapter 36

*33 YEARS AGO*

-Luciano Di Luca-

I just returned home from my mission in the America. I just turned eighteen last week and I immediately demanded from my padre to give me a difficult mission as a birthday gift for me. My padre and everyone else claimed it to be a mission that can be completed for a month, but I easily completed it in just one week, proving them all wrong and proving I am more than worthy to be the next Don of our famiglia. 

I smirked as I passed all of our men that was all lined up in the entrance of our mansion with their heads bowed down out of respect of me.

"Luciano, you're back! I know you could do it!" I smiled seeing my loyal and trusted best friend, Arturo.

"Of course, who else is better suited for the job than me?" 

We both pulled each other in a quick bro hug before we were immediately interrupted as Luigi, our butler, suddenly appeared.

"Bentornato, Signorino Luciano." (Welcome back, Sir Luciano.) He greeted and I smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Your father asked to see you to his study. He said it's an urgent matter."

Of course, my old man isn't even going to pat me on the back for a job well done. Well, what can I really expect from him? All he ever does and thinks about is the company and the mafia, and that's the reason why my mother left, because as soon as she served her purpose and gave birth to a son, he never acknowledged her presence again.

But at least he stuck around, while she left not just her husband but also her son.

I would never leave my kid behind.

I knocked on the wooden door of my father's study before opening it.

"Luciano." He stopped signing some papers and addressed me.

I nodded my head and stood in front of his desk.

"You are going to marry the Bratva boss' daughter, and no, you will not have any say in this matter. Everything has been sorted out. You will marry the Bratva boss' daughter, have a son, and I don't care what you wish to do with her after that." He said it so casually as if it's the simplest thing in the world, like planning on going on a trip.

He did tell me once last year about the peace treaty he and the Bratva boss were negotiating, but I never thought the peace treaty between the Italian and Russian mafia was going to be made in marriage.

The Bratva have been a longtime enemy and a pain in the ass. I can't fucking believe I'm going to marry one.

I didn't even know that the Bratva boss had a daughter; all I knew was his son and heir, Ivan Vasiliev, who was the same age as me.

I don't ever want to be like my father, a husband and father who always treated his wife and son as his business associates, and I don't want history to repeat itself with my own family. I always had that in mind as a child, but I have no idea about this Russian woman, and I have no idea if our marriage could work or we could ever develop a connection. What if we don't? I don't want us both to be miserable because that will lead to our future kids being miserable.

"Can you at least tell me something about my future bride to be?"

"Her name is Oksana, and she is the same age as you." My father looked at me blankly.

Oksana

"Same age as me? So she's Ivan Vasiliev's twin sister?" He gave me a nod.

"Do not worry, figlio, you'll know more about her when you meet her."