The Mafia's Daughter

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Jonathan and I sat in a car (courtesy of Papá ) on our way to my grandparents apartment. Driving through the city was fun. We pointed out all the cool things we saw. We waved at random people. We even stopped to get fancy bread and coffee.

"Look, the Eiffel Tower! It's huge," Jonathan pressed his face against his window in awe like a little kid on vacation.

I laughed at the sight while taking out my phone and snapping a picture. I decided that I was just imagining things, about last night. Jonathan didn't act any different nor did he bring anything up. On top of that, I woke up alone in my room. So I shrugged it off and thought nothing of it.

On the plane ride here we talked and caught up some more. Until we both dozed off mid-ride. The car passed by several little shops. I pointed out a cute poodle a lady and a child were walking. It was black and looked professionally groomed.

As the ride continued we pointed out more stuff and talked and laughed. Finally, the car began to slow on a quiet street filled with rows of pretty apartment buildings. We stopped in front of a peach colored one and braced ourselves for the cool air that would greet us. Jonathan cursed softly as he stepped out the car. I got the driver's number and went to ring the bell. There were five choices to choose from. I glanced back on a trembling Jonathan, panicked.

He pushed past me gently and pressed all of them. I swatted him.

"Why would you do that?" I hissed at him.

To my frustration he shrugged as if everything was fine. Suddenly five different voices sounded the air, all of which were speaking smooth french. I shot Jonathan a look that said "Great job".

I leaned into the mic area. "Bonjour Mamie Belle?" I asked for my grandmother in French.

No one answered. I looked back at Jonathan.

"Try Italian instead," he suggested.

I rang all the bells again and this time tried french. "Ciao Nonna Belle?"

A woman answered back in Italian asking who I was. I replied: "Vostro nipotina, Adelaide."

For a second it was silent. Then Jonathan and I were greeted by an older man wearing a suit. Obviously Italian. I gasped not believing my eyes. There had to be something wrong with me. I rubbed my eyes and opened them again. The man smiled back and I took a tentative step forward. I poked him and jumped when I felt he was solid. Jonathan looked at me confused.

"Addy, you okay?" he asked grasping my shoulders.

I shook my head and pointed at the man. "You see him too, right?" I asked Jonathan softly.

He let out a small nervous laugh and apologised for my strange behavior. I pushed away Jonathan and stood in front of the man who I thought was dead. No, who I knew for a fact was dead.

"Douglas?" I asked cautiously.

The man gave a small bow. "Ms. Adelaide." he responded, his thick Italian accent like music to my ears.

I threw my arms around his waist. Since I was too shocked to cry I just embraced him for the moment. When I pulled back I started sputtering questions.

"How is th-? You died-. But I-"

Douglas took my elbow and led me inside. "All in due time, Ms. Adelaide. You must be cold. Come. Your grandparents are waiting for you upstairs."