Ivano's PoV:
"She is your sister Ivano. You should start treating her as such," Santino said but it went in and out, just like everything he says concerning that little girl.
"She is not my sister," I seethed at him.
Santino, Cedro and the twins are all wrapped around her little finger. They do not realize this yet and neither does she but she soon will.
Once we have reached this point, she will destroy the mafia. The mafia our father built. The mafia our father died for.
Santino is to soft for his own good when it comes to her. He is going to let her get away with everything and this will be our downfall.
"She is, Ivano. Whether you like it or not, Elena is your little sister."
"She is nothing to me. You never should have taken her in."
"You wanted me to let her enter the system?" He incredulously asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "It would have been better for all of us that way."
"I cannot believe you right now, Ivano."
"Foster care would have been the better choice for her. She never should have come here. She will destroy us. She will destroy everything!" I scream at his face and storm out of his office.
Sooner or later he will realize it. Sooner or later everyone will realize that she will destroy everything.
"What are you two doing in front of my door?!" I seeth at little miss perfect's bodyguards.
"Miss Mancini decided to take her nap in your room," Emiliano answered me calmly.
"What?!" I screamed at them.
"Miss Mancini originally wanted to take a nap in Cedro's room but went into yours. She closed the door before we had the chance to tell her, sir."
"Why did you not get her out of my room? This door opens from outside just as good as from inside."
"We are not allowed to enter a bedroom unless she is in danger, sir," Dante answered.
"Oh, she will be in danger," I seethed and opened the door, slamming it shut right behind me.
I turned on the light and there she was. Laying in the middle of my bed, sleeping with her blanket and her stuffed animal in her arms. The same stuffed animal I gave her all those years ago.
The same stuffed animal I now want to rip to shreds.
"Get up, Eleonora!" I screamed, ripping the blanket off of her.
The blanket fell on the floor in front of my bed while she shot up, frantically looking around the room.
"What are you doing in my bed?!" I yell at her. Probably loud enough for the others to hear.
"I-I-"
"Y-Y-You what?!"
"I thought this is Cedro's room," she mumbled.
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The life of a Mafia princess
General Fiction13 year old Eleonora hears her mother get murdered, officially making her an orphan. She gets sent to live with her five mysterious older brothers, of whom she has no memories. Of whom she didn't know exist. And once she's used to her new family, c...
