The Capo and His Queen (Book 2 In PTMM Series)

Chapter: 9

"When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside." Adriano Basilio

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Alessandra Pov~

My father stood up from his seat, his hard face never leaving mine. My heart quickened in my chest. I have never seen my father so angry at me. My mother rose up looking at my father, confusion clouding her eyes. 

"Adriano? What's wrong?" She said touching his arm. My eyes widened as his face remained impassive. He flicked his eyes to mom and handed her the phone. I looked down not wanting to meet his intense gaze.

My mother gasps and looked angered as well.

"Why don't you take everyone in the back for breakfast. I wanna talk to my daughter. My dad said in a sharp low voice.

My fear rose at his menacing voice. I have heard and seen him like this plenty of times. But it was different when you were on the receiving end of things. "Gladly." My mother said.

I remained planted in my spot not wanting to move a muscle. My mother gathered everyone as my aunt's and her filed out with all the kids.

I let out a shaky breathe sitting done on the seat next to me, preparing for the backlash heading my way.

But what made it worst was that my dad called Uncle Matteo and Uncle Gio over.

They looked lost but stood off to the side. Most likely my dad talking about the messages.

I groaned lowly, just kill me now.

That would happen soon anyway.

Why am I the one in trouble? This was happening to me! I was the Victim!

All their heads shot to me as they walked over. I sunk a little more in my chair of the fear I was feeling. Knowing this is how they made their real enemies feel made me sick to my stomach.

No wonder everyone was afraid of them.

I knew they would never hurt me, and even knowing that I still am fearful. My dad walked up close holding the phone out to me. I glanced down at it and back at his expressionless face.

At my hesitation he gestured for me to take it, so I did very quickly. "How long has this been happening Ales?" Dad asked his voice devoid of emotion.

I gulped and kept my eyes down as it traveled the planes carpeted floors. "Maybe about a week." I murmured.

"And you didn't think to tell anyone?" He growled out, his face getting angry as the emotions pushed it's way to the surface.

"I-I..." I tried to defend myself but no words came out. I was flustered and my ears were hot as my guilt bubbled it's way to the surface. I knew I was red and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never come out!

And the intense stares of the men infront of me didn't help at all...it only tripled my guilt and fear.

I dropped my head to my hands and mumbled "I'm sorry."

I heard shuffling and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I raised my head and saw Uncle Matteo sitting next to me with a sad smile on his face. "We just want you to know that if anything like this happens again, whether you think it's a prank or not, you come to us. This is serious Ales, it's your life we are talking about."

I shook my head, releasing another breathe I was holding. "Go eat some breakfast, and we will try to figure this out." My dad said, with his same authoritative demeanor. I nodded and stood up walking to the back of the plane behind the door, where the rest of my family were.