The lost Mexican-Italian mafia princess

Chapter 5 meeting my famiglia

Holy Fucken shit. Was the first thing that I thought was holy fucken shit I look like my dad. Like looking at him in a picture is one this but in real life was something else. He looked at me confused then I realised I had my mouth open and quickly closed it. As he approached me he grabbed a chair and asked me

"who are you." I felt like I lost all of my vocabulary but eventually answered

"untie me and i'll tell you everything." He untied me and asked his men to leave and looked me dead in the eye not going to lie. It was intimidating and the only person who intimidated me was my mother.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked again, which i answered with only two words "Isabella Rodriguez." He looked shocked but his eyes there was a pinch of sadness.

I know i'm not my mother but by saying her name i was hoping that he realized who i was. Looking at him I took out the birth certificate that I stuffed in my shirt and gave it to him. Once he read it he looked me in the eyes and this time I saw tenderness and love.

"mia bambina, mia preziosa principessa sei qui davanti a me" (my baby girl, my precious princess you're here in front of me). I hugged him back and on the verge of crying then he asked what I was waiting for him to ask. "And your mother, how is she?" I looked at him with tears in my eyes which is something that i don't do often, i cried. "The Russians got to her, she's dead. Before dying she left me a voicemail with instructions on what to do and told me she left a file with everything that he kept from me. Once i read everything i booked a flight to Italy and came here." He looked at me with sympathy and hugged me saying "you're safe here mio figlia and we are going to catch those bastards."

   After my reunion with my father he took me upstairs to a beautiful room and we were talking until it was cut short due to him having an emergency. He told me to shower relax and dress up nicely because he was going to host a big dinner so I could meet the rest of the family. After two hours I was all dressed up and let me tell you I looked smoking hot. My father came to my room and gave me a serious look. "Is there something on my face?" I asked with concern in my voice. He nodded and said in italian "no sei bellissima ma ora tutti gli uomini ti guarderanno"(no you look beautiful but now every man will be looking at you). I laughed feeling good that even though we just met he was showing his protective dad side. I responded in english "let them look but if they touch me i'll break their arm and put a bullet through their head." He gave me an amused look and said "you are definitely my daughter." Walking down the stairs I heard whispers "why the sudden dinner" "something important is happening" "does anyone know what is going on?"

I felt nervous and when we finally reached the dining table I locked eyes with this gorgeous specimen of a man with blue eyes. Like holy shit he was smokin' hot and from what I remembered he's Stefano Ferrari son of Francesco and Olivia Ferrari. Snapping out of it everyone looked at me with a confused look then who was my aunt said something that almost gave me a heart attack.

"fratello so che dopo tutti questi anni senza Isabelle meriti la felicità ma non pensi che sia un po 'troppo giovane per te." (brother, I know that after all these years without Isabelle you deserve happiness but don't you think she's a little too young for you).

He gave her a serious look and responded "sul serio Parigi, non la sto sposando, è mia figlia" (seriously Paris I'm not marrying her, she's my daughter). Then everyone's faces dropped in utter shock and they all stared at me. Then my aunt Vanessa came running to me and embraced me into a hug.

"My lovely niece, how i've missed you, you look exactly like your father and have your mothers beautiful features." she said with a thick italian accent. I hugged her back then someone asked me what was expected and it was my uncle Xavier. "Where's your mother." I kept a straight face trying not to show emotion "she was killed by the Russians 3 days ago and that's when I figured out who I truly was and came to Italy."

They gave me a look of pity which I hated. We sat down and at dinner I oddly felt comfortable. They kept asking me questions about how life was for me in America and i happily answered thankfully no one asked me deep or personal questions and even though i had a good life i did have some dark and shitty experiences. Also throughout dinner I kept making eye contact with Stefano and let me tell you the sexual tension was there, hehehe i know it's too early but hey we're both two good looking people what can i say. Once we finished dinner we all excused ourselves and went to sleep and for once I slept peacefully and felt safe.

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