Mafia Principessa

Chapter 6

Isabella's pov

"Let's face it, she hates me." My husband says while rubbing his forehead and pacing up and down in our bedroom. I could not help but chuckle because he was dead serious.

"Amore mio(my love), she doesn't hate you,"

" Isa, she hates me. She literally stood up and went straight to her room even though I specifically asked her to come to my office. When I tried to speak up she completely ignored me," Allesandro says with clear frustration. I do believe his frustrations are valid but I do not think Andrea hates him.

" If that's the case then she hates everyone including little Nico who is the cutest child ever," I joke trying to lighten up the mood and he just sighs loudly and buries his face in his hands.

" If it makes you feel any better, I myself did not like my parents and siblings when I moved in with them. I had lived as an orphan for 19 years,I needed time to adjust to being the Spanish mafia princess. Andrea and I probably did not have the same experiences growing up away from our biological families but I'm sure she will warm up to us eventually. Bebè( baby) you are a great dad and soon enough Andrea will also see that." I had hoped he would find comfort in my words. I suppose he did because he then walked towards me and took both of my hands and planted soft kisses on both of them.

" You're right mi Alma, it is going to be difficult but we will get through to her ,gradually. Maybe one day I might even hear her calling me dad," Allesandro said full of hope,smiling which made his dimples visible.

" While we are on that note, something caught my eye during dinner. Andrea speaks in a really odd manner.Putting aside the thick Greek accent she has, she actually reminds me of someone I knew long back. Her damenour and the way she talks, god.... her choice of words you would swear its the same person. It honestly just blows my mind,I mean how weird is that," I tell my husband thinking he also might have caught all of these details.

" Wait a minute, which one of your old buddies are we referring to here?" Allesandro asks knowing very well which one I'm talking about,how original. He gives me the seriously look with a frown and I make a gesture with my eyebrows to confirm that I am referring to the person he is thinking of.

"What, nooo, bebè you can't possibly compare our daughter to that clown. It's absurd, I'd say it's the highest of treason in my house..." Allesandro says while raising his arms in surrender. What a drama queen, plus it's actually not that absurd. Alessandro only thinks so because he doesn't like him. I just burst out laughing.

" Sandro you can't call him a clown, you know very well that the only reason you refuse to see the similarities is because you two never got along in the first place," I tell him while recalling the good old times.

" The man would have taken a bullet for you so of course I wouldn't like him I mean he was obviously madly in love with you. I tried to ignore it but he went after you even after you became my wife. That man was really testing my patience," my husband said in between his chuckles. I do not know how I did not realise it sooner. I had always thought we had a sibling sort of relationship until he confessed his love to me. He was really trying his luck back then, I mean I was married with kids at the time, surely he didn't actually believe he stood a chance. He completely ruined our relationship because things could not go back to normal after his declaration.

I do miss him at times I mean there was a time when we were both all each other had. He was the twin brother I never had. We would do everything together. He taught me how to fight and I taught him how to shoot and race.Just two mafia kids ,victims of the same fate. We had both gotten kidnapped and sent to the orphanage respectively. Even though they had kept his real name and surname it took him longer to find his family. I had long been reunited with mine by the time he found his.From what he had told me before he left, his uncle had reached out to him as he was on his death bed. It turned out his parents were killed on the day he was taken and he was to inherit the Greek mafia.That was the last time I ever saw Zeus Galanis.

Andrea's pov

I had another dream of him . I honestly do not get why it is always so blurry, I just can never make out his face and I rarely dream about him specifically. It has to be the injections they would give us when we were chained in the black room. Whatever they would inject us with was certainly very powerful. Our memories would become distorted and we would not be able to tell what is real and what is not. Which is why I sometimes question whether these are actually flashbacks or maybe figments of my imagination due to the effects of that drug.

I do not believe I've actually seen his face. I could make out every other one of the Russians features, just not his. It infuriates me, it makes me feel weak. Why can I not remember his face clearly? How am I supposed to exact my revenge on him when I'm not even sure what he looks like?
The only thing I do remember is his silver wristband bracelet it had words I could not make out, engraved in Italian or Spanish,I'm not sure.
If I could remember the words engraved I could possibly have some sort of lead to my search and I would finally get my hands on my tormentor.