The Mafia Princess

Chapter 1.

"Cute?" I asked.

Archer and Matthew laughed.

"Yes, cute, moya sladkaya lyubov." Archer replied with a warm smile. He walked to me and stood in front of me, maintaining eye contact.

"Let's go home, kiddo," he said.

"Why should I follow you? I don't know who you are," I replied.

Matthew flipped the medical record on his clipboard before turning to look at Archer. Archer looked at him and gave a nod. It seemed suspicious, but who cared, right? It was more of me trying to figure out where I was and why.

"It's a bit complicated for me to explain but it's best you follow your brother home, Miss Fallon." Matthew replied, closing the medical record.

"Brother? No. We are not related." I replied. Hell no we are related. I don't even know him!

"Uh, Miss Fallon, with all due respect, you came in here with the police. The police mentioned that you were driving recklessly, and they tried to make you stop. You did stop, and they were about to question you until they saw that you were unconscious and bleeding heavily. They brought you in here and tried to contact your family members, but they couldn't find anything in your record."

"So, why is he here? I mean, you said that the police can't find anything on my record, right? So how is he here and how is he my brother?" I asked.

Matthew sighed.

"As I tried to clean your wounds, I noticed your body has some sort of scar, or more like a birthmark, as people would say. Mr Archer's younger sister have the same scar like you and it's not a coincidence for anyone to have it unless you're a family member of the Fioravantis. So I contacted my friend, Mr. Archer, to come here and take a look to identify if you are truly a member of the Fioravanti family. We did a DNA test, and it confirmed that you and Mr. Archer are biologically related. Therefore, he is your brother." Matthew explained as he gave me the DNA test reports.

After reviewing the DNA test results, it was confirmed that Archer and I are indeed biologically related. I observed Archer's physical resemblance, particularly his older appearance and attractive eyes.

While attempting to stand up, I experienced a sudden pain at my waist. Archer came to my aid, holding me up as I slowly got up from bed. "I'm bringing her home. Send the bill and I get it done as soon as I can." Archer said.

"Sure. I'll drop by to check on her wounds again." Matthew replied.

In excruciating pain, Archer noticed my wince and swiftly carried me, rendering me speechless. Despite my attempts to convince him of my ability to walk, he persisted, explaining that the sight of my pain caused his heart to ache. Realizing the futility of arguing with an elder, I remained silent. As we progressed down the aisle, I observed several intimidating-looking men standing still before following Archer. Noticing my curiosity, Archer responded with a smile.

"Don't be afraid. They're my bodyguards." he replied. My eyes widen.

After being discharged from the hospital, I observed several luxury SUVs lined up, and some of Archer's bodyguards approached one of the cars as its door was opened.

Archer gently placed me down and carried me into the car, assisting in fastening my seatbelt. He then settled beside me and instructed his driver in Russian to take us home. Feeling extremely fatigued and still under the influence of anesthesia, I succumbed to exhaustion, closing my eyes and drifting into a deep slumber.

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[Main Character POV  ─ Archer]

As the eldest child, one often assumes significant responsibilities, including caring for younger siblings and maturing rapidly. My childhood was neither particularly good nor bad, but it was marked by frequent exposure to various crimes, both major and minor.