Tortuous

Meeting everyone

I am surprised, the Italian Ex Don and current Don were making small talk with me. HA

When Salvatore had said that it was nice to finally meet me it was confusing. He's biologically my father, so what does he mean?
I know that they must have given me up for adoption, which is hurtful considering they kept all 8 of my siblings including my twin. What I don't understand is why. They are crazy rich so it wouldn't have been a money problem, that just leaves that they just didn't want me. That's painful.
Why now though, why come back into my life after however many years!
This is just stressful.

They tried asking questions on the plane to get to know me, but it was cringing me out. Talk about awkward.
I gave them brief information, obviously not wanting to give much away to practically strangers.
It was unnecessary, but I wanted to twist the knife in the wound when I made the comment about my real father.
The father that saved me and cared for me unconditionally. The father who gave me anything and everything I could ever want. The father, who under the circumstances could have just gave me back to an orphanage, but instead gave me an education, training, and a home. He loved me.
I didn't need to be blood. I didn't need to be perfect. He didn't judge me. He loved me.
And he's gone...

Now I have a man who wants me back apparently, and is trying to be what Stephan was. Salvatore had the chance when I was born to be a father to me. But he gave me up, he may be my father but he will never be my dad, that title will always belong to Stephan.

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The jet had just landed and I had been asleep the whole flight to not have to interact with them. When Salvatore and Vincenzo woke me you could say I wasn't happy.

We get off the private jet and walk towards the car, it's a glossy black Cadillac Escalade, fitting if you ask me.
Even from a distance I can tell it's  bulletproof, the body of the car and the doors and windows were definitely reinforced considering the thickness.
Not like I'm going to ask about it though.

We got inside the car and a large man was in the driving seat.
"A casa?" The driver asks not making eye contact with any of us.
(To the house?)
"Sì" Salvatore says seriously.
(Yes)
I just play nonchalant, I'm not going to expose that I can speak Italian as it could help me in the future if they are trying to have conversations without me understanding what they are saying.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the driver take a quick glance at me but I just continue to look out the window at the passing landscape.
Italy is very beautiful, I'm not sure why I haven't been before.

I've decided I will make the step to start a conversation, as although I don't like them, i will have to live with them for at least 2 months, and I don't want it to be this awkward.
"So what part of Italy are we in?" I say to no one in particular.
"Milan at the moment, but this drive is going to take a couple of hours" Vincenzo replies.
I wait a minute before I ask him another question.
"What are my brothers like?" I question him.
"The triplets are very sporty and annoying if you ask me, but we love them. They are always in trouble" He rolls his eyes.
"The twins are very smart and they are always caring for all of us, but at the same time they do enjoy a bit of drama." He smiles
"Nicolo, your twin, is the main prankster of the family, while not being as troublesome as the triplets he sure is a handful. Careful around your hair products and food on a day he feels particularly playful." He laughs.