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'i want you to join us, elora.'

— elora

it was the second day in italy and so far so good. i was seeing my father today and i couldn't help but wonder what he was going to tell me that could change my life.

"are you ready, my love?" my mama yelled from the bedroom. we were staying in a hotel that had two twin beds and a massive bathroom. mama said papa paid for it and that we were originally going to stay in a less fancier , less nicer hotel.

"yes, mama," i yelled back and put my hairbrush down and walked out of the bathroom. "let's go then."

she nodded and the two of us left the hotel and then got into a car that papa sent for us.

"good morning, mrs gonzales," the driver nodded at my mother. "miss elora."

i smiled at him and waved. "elora, this is robby, he's our driver."

i nodded and we began driving. robby has black skin with a grey beard and wore a hat and tuxedo. he also wore white gloves which made me think of my childhood when i'd watch shows on television and they'd have their own driver.

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"we're here," robby called out and got out of the car and then opening our door. i thanked him and got out then looked at the building in front of me.

it was giant and very pretty. the brick was a cream color and there was quite a lot of windows. robby walked over to the door and lifted a flap and punched a pin in.

"what does papa work as again?" i whisper to mama and she stayed quiet as we followed robby to an elevator. the last time i checked papa said he was working as a pizza delivery guy.

i watched as robby opened a door and let mama and i walk in. as soon as i walked in i was face to face with my papa and a group of other men but one stood out. mason.

my papa stood up and walked over to me. he opened his arms and engulfed me in a hug. i hugged him back but i couldn't help but keep my eyes off of mason. he said his boss was having somebody join the work business. was i that person?

"my sweet, sweet, daughter," papa grinned and kissed my forehead. "i've missed you so much."

"i've missed you too, papa." i smile and pull away from the hug. papa walks over to mama and hugs her and kisses her while mason kept a glare on me.

"come," my father beckoned and pointed to a seat next to mason and another man. "come sit."

i sigh and take a seat. "so, you're probably wondering why i called your mama and yourself here to italy, correct?"

i nod and wait for him to go on. "alright, well, you're joining the fabinho's. i'm the capo at the moment but there's always one rule-"

"wait!" i quickly cut him off. "you want me to join 'the fabinho's' ? what even is that?" i ask, baffled.

my father chuckled and shook his head. "gosh, you're a lot like your mother. the fabinho's is a powerful mafia lead by me. we're second most powerful in the word-"

"okay, so who's the first?" i raise my brow.

"hush, sweetie, i'm getting to that," he chuckled. "the first is the toupees. the mafia is lead by giacomo polibio,"

(thanks to @-KYELA for correcting me < 3.)

i stopped listening after that point even though i shouldn't of but i couldn't help it. him mentioning polibio made my stomach swirl. was mattia apart of the mafia?

"we only work with one other mafia now and then and that's the mantras. their leader is a good friend of mine, his name is alexander ward."

after a while of listening, papa went back onto explaining the capo stuff.

"and since you may join us, you will be the donna. i will back down from capo and you will become in charge. how does that sound? being in charge of a mafia? everyone having to go by your orders. i want you to join us, elora."

all i did was sit there and think. i wasn't sure.

"but what about my friends and family back home?" i ask and my papa smirks.

"well, once you're donna you can lead your mafia wherever. you can take them wherever you want."

at that thought i smirked. maybe i will take this into consideration.

i watched as my mama whispered something into my fathers ear and he nods.

"little change of plans, sweetheart," he sigh and held his hands together. "you have no choice but to join."

my face dropped. i mean, i was taking the idea into consideration but just the thought of not having a choice but to join annoyed me.

"well can i at least go back to new jersey? i don't want to stay here in italy. as nice as it sounds, my family is in jersey, not here."

my father nodded. "of cource you can."

i nodded. "is there anyone i need to watch out for?" i wonder and my father quickly nods.

"ever heard of somebody called , mattia polibio?"

i slowly nod. i mean it wasn't like i'd fucked him once or twice.

"well stay away from him, you hear me?" i quickly nod. "he's the son of the toupees. he's evil. whenever he gets the chance to lay his hands on you he will."

"will i need to be doing any training while i'm here in italy?" i wonder and papa shakes his head.

"yes, of cource. come here everyday of your stay. i'll teach you how to fight, shoot a gun, do all the stuff you need to know to become a donna." he smiles and i smile.

"thanks, papa." i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug. "i'll see you tomorrow."

"okay, darling."

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