The Mafia King's Alluring Affection

Chapter 2 The Capo's Daughter

~ Janet ~

"Janet, time is running out! Get out of bed!"

Sophia's voice echoed through the room, and as she opened the curtains, the bright sunlight momentarily blinded me. I groaned while trying to pull the duvet up to my face, only for it to be heartlessly ripped away from my body.

"Isabella!" Sitting on the bed, I shouted and watched the little bundle of trouble rush out of my bedroom, holding the duvet in her hands and giggling uncontrollably.

The sound of my Aunt Sophia's laughter filled the air, and my gaze immediately shifted to her. She fixed my bed while I glared at her, my frustration mounting. "No, seriously, you once yanked the duvet off me, and now your daughter has picked your behaviour." I twisted my tousled golden hair into a bun.

Another burst of giggles escaped her lips. "The country will be endangered by your enlistment!"
"That's so rude!" I hurled a pillow at her.

"I mean, people would call you for help and you'd be like, just give me five more minutes to snooze."

As I rolled my eyes, they inadvertently caught sight of the digital clock on my study table. My heart began to race with panic. "It's 10:30 already!"

"Yes!"

I hastily dashed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, and I felt a creeping sense of discomfort. I wondered what my dad's reaction would be. Would he support me? What if he demands I give up my dream?

The more I contemplated it, the more my mind was flooded with questions, and my heart began to pound in my chest. As I brushed my teeth, I couldn't help but think about my father's absence over the past three years.

Sometimes the thought that he doesn't love me is like a dagger through my heart, but the comfort of my loving parents helps me through it.

Aunt Sophia once recounted to me he was in a state of tremendous shock when my mother passed away. The burden of her death was too much for him to bear alone, and he left me at the adoption centre, hoping I would find a loving family.

After he admitted he couldn't take care of me to Aunt Sophia, she and her husband John sprang into action, scouring all the orphanages until they finally found me- a six-month-old baby girl.
They became my adoptive parents, and we headed back to New Orleans. After a few days, my father came to see me and as he held me, tears streamed down his face and he asked for my forgiveness. He wanted to take me back to Missouri, but Uncle John didn't trust his instincts and vetoed the idea.

And he was right.

The news we received three years ago left us profoundly shaken. Rumours suggested he had been promoted to the rank of Capo of Anton Genovese, the notorious mafia and the number one target of the authorities in the United States.

"Quick, get ready or you'll miss your flight!" I heard my aunt knocking on the door. "But I wouldn't mind if you miss it."

"Ten minutes more!" I shouted.

"Fine, I'm gonna go make something for you."

As I finished my shower, I slipped into a pair of blue high-waisted jeans and a black crop top, feeling ready for the day. I applied moisturizer to my skin and lined my amber eyes with kohl. I applied berry lip balm, which gave my lips a gentle touch of colour and left my damp hair hanging loose.

Making my way down the stairs in a rush, my eyes landed on my luggage, positioned by the door, with my black hoodie neatly folded on top. "Breakfast is ready!" I caught Isabella's twittering voice and pivoted towards the direction of the kitchen. Aunt Sophia's Ravioli was my favourite, and just the sight of it made my mouth water.