The Lost Daughter!

Chapter 1: Danger ahead.

Dominic's P.O.V

"Daddy, Nonno wants to talk to you". My son Antonio barged in. Ah damn. I gave my wife a frustrated look and the damn woman just shrug her shoulders at me.

"Damn that boy. " I mutter under my breath and stood up to face my son. He smile sheepishly at me and gave his mother an innocent look.

Leah rolled her eyes and scold our son. "Tonio didn't i tell you that its-..."

"... 'disrespectful to walk in on people without knocking' yes mama you told me that yesterday when i caught Nonno and grandmamma going at it." Antonio cuts in and apparently said the unimaginable thing anyone young enough could ever say.

"... You know for 54 year olds they sure are eager to do it as if they're 17 again" Antonio shivered. And I? Well i tried to look stern and hold in my surprise because my son witnessed MY parents in a compromising position a 10 year old shouldn't have seen in the first place.

I cleared my throat and glare at Antonio.

"A--nyways nonno ask me to come find you. Well, more like a demand, He wants to talk to you father".

"What does he want to talk about" I ask curious, my father never calls on me unless a threat was made upon our Families. But it has been 10 years, and not once have we encountered threats.

"Don't know, all he said was 'Si ragazzo? Trovare il padre e dirgli di incontrare me nel mio ufficio in questo instante, FRETTA RAGAZZO! (You boy? Find your father and tell him to meet me in my office this instant, HURRY BOY!') Antonio mimmick my father's tone and accent in italian, well tried to.

I nodded and turn my attention to my wife whose been sitting quietly with both her hands on her pregnancy belly. I bend down to kiss her tummy and kiss her on the lips next, that action alone snapped her out of whatever she was thinking.

"I'll be going now, Darling. Whatever it is father wants to tell me, can be nothing serious" i say and my wife gave me a heart stopping smile. "Well then Darling! I will be here waiting for you!"

"Actually Uncle Alberto and the others are already in nonno's office, they're only waiting for you!" Antonio interrupted. I stood up straight and growled at my son while ignoring my wife's harmless pinches on my leg. "And you're only telling me this now?" And turn back to my wife. "I want you and Antonio to stay in here, alright? I'm gonna call in the nanny-- i mean Arlene-. . . " I corrected myself when i see her glaring " . . -to bring the boys here. Under no circumstances are you to leave this room. . ." I trailed off before walking out the door, with one last look at my wife and son, i close the door.

I turn around and came face to face with 2 of my trusted men. Michael and Joey.

"Keep this door guarded. Noone leaves. And no one gets in." I ordered.
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Alessandro's P.O.V (Dominic's father)

I pace around my office trying to come up with an explanation for my youngest son Dominic. I don't know how he would react to this news 'Accidenti!' ('Damn it!') I thought. That man shouldn't be out of prison for another 10 years. He's as dangerous as a lion locked in a cage. The nerve of that man. He not only got out of prison, but he also sent death threats to my families. MY FAMILIES! I slam both my hands on my old wooden table (the table that has seen better days. The same table my great great great grandfather used and has been passed on from generation to generation it was even passed on to my eldest brother Carlos Senior and now to me ever since his passing 2 years ago at the age of 98. Lucky him he passed away peacefully with nothing hanging over his head). I was boiling with rage.

"Dove sono le donne el bambini?" (Where are the women and children?). I ask my my third eldest son Stefano.

"Sone ancora al di fuori del cortile-. . . " Stefano responded but because i was irritated and furious at the same time, i cut him off mid-sentence;

"Farli dentro ora! Non dire niente, e post 100 del piu grande e piu forti uomini a guardia l'intero locale!" (Get them inside now! Don't tell them anything, and post 100 of your most trusted and strongest men to guard the whole premises!) I commanded Stefano nod once and left. My eyes followed him until the door close. I bring my attention back to where the rest of the Salvatore, The Johnsons, and St. Clair men are standing while some of them are sitting down on the available chairs and sofas. I scan all of the men, some young, some old.

I narrowed my eyes when i didn't see my youngest son Dominic among the men.

"Alberto, dove e Dominic?" (Alberto, where is Dominic?) I ask my eldest son who is a replica of me. He went to answer, but i carried on speaking. "Non importa. Non rispondere. Trova lui! Trova lui ora! L'ho qui questo instante voglia." (Nevermind. Don't answer that. Find him! Find him now! I want him here this instant) I shouted, my voice echoing around the office. I can feel a headache pushing its way through. I need to calm down. I sat down on my chair and try taking a couble of deep breaths to reduces the headaches.

"Piccolo fratello, che cosa e con tutto lo stress? Stai invecchando voi stressi a morte il mio fratellino. Ora mi dica cosa sta succedende, hmm? (Little brother, what is with all the stress!? You are aging yourself to death, my little brother. Now tell me what's going on, hmm?)

My older brother Luciano and the one and only brother i have left out of all the 7 Salvatore brothers who have long been passed through the years, but their generation grew, much like mine and Luciano.

I pinch my nose in frustration and glare at him for that stupid remark. I would've smile when he walked through that door, but now is not the time.
I took a deep breath and lock gaze with Luciano.

"E' quel maledetto greco!" (It's that bloody greek!) I gritted out my response. Luciano just gave me a blank look.

"Essere piu specifico, poco brothe. O avete dimenticano, abbiamo incontrate molti greci in passato?! Allra chi 'e? (Be more specific, little brother. Or have you forgotten, we've encounter many greeks in the past? So who is it?)

At this point i couldn't keep my anger in anymore. I finally snapped.

"DUKAS! E quel bastardo DUKAS!" (DUKAS! It's that bastard DUKAS!)

Luciano's eyes widen in shock and curse.
"Merda!-. . " (Shit!-.

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There you go guys. Chapter 1 is up. I know its been ages but i hope this chapter will make it up for the long wait.

(My reason for not uploading is, i have been trying to do a plot for this book. But apparently i suck at it. )

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