The life of a Mafia princess

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She's 13. If anyone still finds a part where the age is 15, congrats, but she's 13!!

Eleonora PoV:

'My mother is dead. She got murdered by intruders. The intruders are after me. They want to kill me now too. I'm sitting in a private jet on the way to Italy to live with my brothers. I have 5 older brother I didn't know about.' I keep on repeating in my head, hoping to understand this mess that has now become my life.

Never would I ever have thought that I would have five older brothers. My mom never mentioned any brother but maybe she didn't know about them. Maybe they are just my half brothers from my father's side.

But seeing how she never talked about my father, she probably knew about my brothers- her sons.

But why did she keep it a secret? Why did she never tell me about them? Why did she have to get murdered?

"Miss Mancini, we're landing in 20 minutes," the nice flight attendant informs me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Okay, thank you for telling me."

"No problem, miss Mancini," she says and leaves to go back to her seat. Before she sits down she looks at me with a small smile on her lips which I appreciate.

I can't muster a smile on my own so I nod at her and quickly stare out of the little plane window again, my dinosaur stuffed animal still pressed close to my body.

After I became conscious again in my room the police officers told me to pack everything I would need for a few days and my dinosaur, diny together with my baby pink blanket were the most important things for me so I packed them first along with some clothes and my bathroom stuff.

The officers took me to the police station and started searching for family members and a few hours later I suddenly found myself on my brothers private jet.

"We're landing now, miss Mancini."

"Thank you. You can call me Elena instead of miss Mancini if you would like."

"Of course, Elena," she smiled at me and went back to her seat.

I quickly put my seatbelt on and a few minutes later we landed. I put diny into my backpack and got off the jet.

The flight attendant, whose name I sadly did not know, followed me off the jet and gave me my suitcase a few minutes later.

I thanked her to which she smiled at me once again and walked to the car that was standing a few meters away from the jet.

In front of the black SUV stood a man who I at first thought was my brother but the closer I got, the more obvious it became that he was not my brother.

"Good evening miss Mancini, my name is Tommaso Lombardi, but you can call me just Tommaso, if you would like. I am your brothers driver. They sadly had a very important business meeting so they sent me to pick you up," the stranger introduced himself.

"Good evening Tommaso, you can call me Elena," I said and he smiled at me before nodding and putting my suitcase in the trunk of the car.

"Very well, Elena," he smiled. "Did you have a good flight?" He asked while opening the car door for me.

I nodded at him and quickly went into the car, putting my seatbelt on.