Hello Again! Hope you enjoy this chapter, there's actually gonna be some drama! So, enjoy!

~Bella~

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Alessa's P.O.V

Taking in a large breath of air, we walked down the dimly lit hallway to meet my father. Old paintings hung from walls, while large crystal chandaliers hung effortlessly above our heads. The only sound that was auidable, was the small sound of shoes clicking against the hard wooden floor. The silence only made me more nervous.

Up ahead, my mothers frame had finally stopped at a large door, I knew exactly where this door led to. My fathers office.

Once we were all at the door my mother timidly knocked twice before a low grumble from the other side motioned for us to enter.

My mothers fraile hands turned the golden doorknob before swinging open the heavy door. That led us into the room where my father was seated in his large maroon leather chair while he ideally typed at his desk, not even acknowledgeing the fact we were here.

Exhaling, I stepped futher into the room, standing in front of the two men. Upon observing my fathers office, nothing hand changed.

His large desk still stood in the centre of the open room space. Tall gran bookshelves lined the walls, stacked to the bring with old knowledge from the past. A large painting of my family still hung on one of the walls, the small face of the 8 year old me smiling widely at the painter.

My mother scrurried in after us, closing the door briefly. She walked around my fathers desk, who still hant noticed us. Leaning down, her black greying hair masked her face as she whispered something incoherent in his ear causing him to somewhat stiffen and finally look up.

"Alessa?" his gruff thick accent broke the defeaning silence that had been going for the past few minutes.

Nodding, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Xaipete, father." I said, meeting my fathers surprised expression.

"What are you doing here Ale-" he began but cut short when he finally noticed the two giants standing behind me. Swiftly my father stood up and rounded his desk. My father was still weel built even if he was in his 50's, stadnign at 6ft2, but in bulk wise, he was no match for the two Italians behind me.

"Why are you with Angelo's group?" my father asked, his voice raising slightly as he focused on the two behind me.

Angelo decided to speak out, "Your daughter, had a fall in with one of our missions, I called you over the phone about a meeting where we shall discuss an matter.." his tone business like while his expression remained platonic.

Nodding my father motioned to my mother before muttering something in her ear , nodding she briskly walked out of the room.

Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I'm guessing you know who these men are, as well as what I do , Alessa, a Boss of a Mafia group," my father spoke looking directly at me, his eyes reflecting sadness.

Sighing, I turned my head to him, "Yes, but still you hid this all from me, not even I left home two years ago you told me the truth." I said, tilting my head to the side ,exhaling slightly.

"You wouldn't have understood, Alessa , its a dangerous business we run, I didn't want you involved with this corrupt business." he stated taking a swift step towards me, wringing his hands together, a habit we both had when confessing something.

"Did Aiden know?" I asked meeting his eyes again, Aiden is a cousin who lived with us since I was 4 when my Aunt died.

My father went to open his mouth before his eyes broke away from mine as he glanced at the picture on the wall. My father could never lie to me, he never has nor ever would.

"Even Aiden knew, he's 2 whole years younger than me and you told him?" I accused crossing my arms over my chest glaring at my father as betrayl laced my veins.

"But he's a man-" his voice cut short when his gaze met my ice cold one.

As if on cue, my mother walked back into the room, but this time accompied with another man. He had slick back black hair with piercing blue eyes surrounded by aged skin, his large frame hugged by a navy fitted suit. The man looked so familiar in looks.

My father greeted him with a firm hand shake, nodding to him.

"Papa, what are you doing here?" Angelo asked, stepping forward slightly, his brows now furrowed at the strangers appearance.

A penny dropped inside my mind, no wonder they looked so familiar, he was Angelo's father.

"I'm here to discuss the matter you came here for, as well as another pressing matter that involves both our groups, we shall discuss this privately," his gravely thick accent bounced around the room as his eyes landed on me.

Exhaling, I followed my mother when she began to pull on my arm, leading me away from the conversation.

She silently led me into our living room, sitting me down onto the plush red velvet sofa before sitting next to , folding her hands in her lap not making eye contact with me. The walls were still plastered with white wallpaper with shimmering intricate patterns embellished on them, while a large golden framed mirror hung gracious above the large fireplace in front of us.

"I'm sorry, Alessa , I really am, I wanted to tell you , but I feared our world would corrupt the empire you hand built for yourself, I didn't want our burden to me placed on you," my mother said, her voice timid and leced with sympathy.

Sighing, I knew I could never stay mad at my mother I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "Its ok, it just would have been better if you told me than finding out like this," I said meeting my mother gaze, giving a smile.

" I know Alessa, and I am sorry. Anyway how did you get involved with the Dimitri Mafia boss?" she asked , her brows furrowing in worry.

Giving a faint chuckle, I leaned back into the sofa and began to tell her the story.

After I had finshed my mothers usual tanned complexion had paled considerably .

"Oh my dear God, how's your head now?" she asked her voice rushed and worried as her eyes had widened and her grip had became painful on my hand.

"Its fine now, I took some painkillers this morning, its not healed completely, but it doesn't hurt as long as I don't touch it, " I replied calmly trying to show my mother I was ok, but really I was still freaking out about the whole situation.

Sighing, my mother leaned back closing her eyes briefly as if processing the disaster I had been thrown into.

Angelo's P.O.V

After watching Alessa leave with her mother to presumably talk, I couldn't help but smirk at the harsh tone she used with her father. For a girl with a small build compared to the men in the roon, she had the most firey attitude. Something told me she could be more fiery than what she showed.

Following my father and Alessa's, we walked briskly down another corridor leading into a large seated area, tall cream chairs sourronding a medium sized table while a large clear chandelier hung above, light filtering through the small crystals

Taking our seats, Rafa, my father, began to speak, his thick Italian accent echoing through the spacious room.

"Now, apart from the matter concerning your daughter in our groups incident, we have other matters to attend to that are very worrying." my father said, confidence seeming to ooze form him as he sat back in his chair.

Alessandro, piped up this after going quiet afer his daughter left the room with a scowl on her face.

"Yes, as you see, some problems have occurred throughout these past weeks, some men have began to turn against me , they've began to kill off some of my men and even recrutie many others, after taking one of these men hostage I managed to get him to speak, he was working on Bonado." Alessandor spoke, his tone quickly changing to the one he using speaking to his daughter to the authrotive one he was using now, not a man to joke around with.

At his statement, me and Alonso stiffened, Bonado was an enemy group, known for his cravings for power, he itself was the definition of bad news.

My father spoke up, "As our two groups are the top in power, I fear he will target you next Angelo once he has major control over Alessandro's" he said looking at me, his stare piercing into me. Even at the age of 25, my old man could still make me cower, he can me mighty terrifying if he wants.

Clasping his hands together Alessandro spoke again, "So, me and Rafa came to an agreement, we decided to bind our groups together to fight of Bonado, as he has grown in power over the past 6 months withouts us even realising it." he spoke glancing at me, the similarity in appearance between him and Alessa was almost indenticale.

My brows furrowed at his words, leaning forwards I rested my elbows on the hard wooden surface of the table, "If you bind our groups togtehr you need more than a contract of sorts to stop each side from going at each others throats." I said confusion written on my face as my brows furrowed an a frown replaced my expression

My father leaned forward this time, "As Alessandro does not have an heir to his company, and Alessa could definitely not run the business as such a vulnerable woman, we decided that in order to bind our two groups together aswell as save Alessandro's group, we propose, that you and Alessa marry each other," he stated looking at me.

I froze as my mind churned like clockwork processing the information thrown at me.

Marry Alessa.

Marry....

Anger boiled over as sudden rage came over me, I had no intent to marry such a woman. Or any woman for that fact, I had a business to run.

Standing up I slammed my fist down on the table causing Alonso to jump slightly.

"No," I said firmly glaring at the two men seated at the end of the table.

"Think about it son, if you marry her, you'll gain control over Alessandro's side, gaining power and you'll be able to take out Bonado for good, its been a goal of yours since he became corrupt" my father said calmly unfazed by my outburst.

I thought about it for a moment, what my father was saying was true, I would gain more power, and money, as well have more power over Bonado and finally take the fucker out.

Before I could say any more, Alessandro spoke, "Angelo, my daughter is the only child I have, the closet thing to me is my family, she is my precious child, if Bonado manages to get hold of my business, he'll go after Alessa , and she wont know what to do in such a situation, she'll be crushed and abused," he said meeting my eyes, his deep green eyes speaking volumes about how he felt about his daughter, the only kindness he shows will ever only be towards his family.

Sighing in frustration I slumped back into the plush seat, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"So I only have to marry her?" I asked, not looking at the two men before.

"You marry her on one condition, you make her fall in love with you." my father spoke his voice emotionless, I knew he didn't want me to object.

"And how do I do that? To remind you, to her I'm a killer, a man who runs a dangerous company, if anything she wants to run away from me , to run to me" I said, anger lacing my voice slightly.

Giving a small chuckle my father leaned back in his chair, "Son, you are the player of Italy, the man with the most charm, most of all you are a Dimitri, you'll find a way," he said, amusement glimmering in his eyes.

Alonso gave a small chuckle next to me, sweeping his blonde hair to the side, he looked at me, "This is going to be fun to watch, the feisty Greek daughter be tamed by an ass-wipe of a Mafia boss," he joked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Rolling my eyes I grunted a response muttering a curse word to him in Italian causing him to laugh.

Alessandro leaned forward in his seat, grabbing my attention, "Angelo, listen to me and listen to me good, my daughter is precious to me, you harm her in any way I will come for you" he warned his eyes glimmering promise.

Exhaling slowly, I began to wonder how in fucks name I got myself involved with this girl.

"But there are rules,you must not tell her you have to marry her out of business, but once this ordeal is over, I give you consent to divorce her," Alessandro finished nodding to me.

Suddenly.......

Alessa's P.O.V

Gunshots and shouts of men rang out form down the corridor, me and my mother bolted up into a standing position.

"What was that?" I asked frantically watching my mother dive across the room and vigorously throw open a wooden chest hidden by the fireplace.

"An enemy group has barraged in, do you still remember what your father taught you Alessa?" my mother asked with no worrying in her voice before she quickly threw a black object at me.

Catching in one swift motion, I looked down at the black sleek object in my hands.

A gun.

My father taught me how to use a gun when I was little, from pistols to shotguns. I knew how to use them. I never really thought why he taught me how, but everything pieced itself together.

Nodding, my mother handed me bullets before I quickly loaded the gun. Adrenaline pumped through my body, I hadn't actually used it properly on an enemy target before.

My hands shook as my mother and I stealthy sneaked down the corridor, the shots had gone quiet but the shouts of men echoed through the hall.

I walked in front of my mother who gave me a questionable look, bending down I looked through the key hole of the room the shouts were coming from.

Five men dressed in black had guns pointed at Angelo, Alonso, my father and Angelo's father while they had there guns pointed at them.

They were all speaking in rushed Italian, but one man caught my attention to my right, he had a gun to my father, he was the one speaking.

He was the leader of the group form the way he was speaking, dressed in complete black he had brown hair and a face I couldn't quiet see while a large scar rested on his jaw.

Turning around to my mother I motioned for her to stay, she gave a hesitant nod before I walked down another corridor next to me, coming to the door that the man was standing in front of.

Exhaling a shaky breath I came face to face with the door, I reached forward and before I back out I threw open the door.

All focus came to me and before anyone could react I shot the guns directly out of the assailants hands, the guns dropping the floor with metallic thuds, the shocked expressions didn't faze me as they froze before Angelo and Alonso pointed there guns at them, the sound of my heartbeat echoed in my ears.

Coming up behind the 'leader' I pressed my gun directly into his back while standing a good couple of feet away from him.

A deep chuckle vibrated through him, "Ah, this is the daughter you have been hiding from me all these years Alessandro, quite pretty, you out done yourself." he said his deep thick accent showing no surprise nor vulnerability.

Shifting I pressed my gun further into his back, he chuckled again, "Principessa, lower your gun, may have shot the guns from my men's hands but you don't have the courage to shoot a living being" he mocked.

Scowling I reloaded my gun, men were such sexist fuckers sometimes, "Funny you should say that actually," I said sarcasm oozing from my tone, and before he could dodge of move I raised my gun slightly and shot him directly in his right shoulder, causing him to let out a string of curse words and drop to his knees.

His men flinched in reaction, tensing and trying to find another strategy to over power us. A movement caught my eye ,I glanced at one of them who had his hand behind his back shifting from side to side in a defensive manner, it was a small movement but noticeable. He was concealing another weapon, they all were.

Smirking I kicked the mans gun away from him slowly, the black object skidding across the marbled floor, and reloaded my own gun before swiftly and accurately shooting his men in the thighs and legs with no pauses, causing them to all drop there weapons in pain as heavy thuds echoed through the room.

"So you were saying?" I asked, lifting my heel shoe and pressing it into the bullet wound on the mans shoulder causing him to curse out loud followed by a cry of pain. That's for stereotyping me , asshole.

Adrenaline coursed through me, last time I used a gun I must have been 16 and training with father. I guess I still had it.

I felt so badass.

Yet I felt like having a mental break down.

Never an in between for emotions are there?

My father gave a small chuckle before I walked over to him placing the safety on my gun before putting it in my back pocket.

Slinging his arm around my shoulder he kissed the top of my head, "I guessed you didn't forget what I taught you, huh??" he joked glancing at the men groaning in agony on the floor.

"To be honest I don't think any young teenage girl would forget the day her father brought her to the middle of a forest to shoot glass bottles," I joked back, leaning into my fathers large frame.

Squeezing my shoulder my father quickly pulled out his phone before speed dialling a number before sending a command down the phone in Greek before hanging up hastily and shoving his phone back into his jean pocket. Presumably from what I heard, the men who worked for him to come down here and sort this out.

Pulling me to the front of him, he made me look into his aged green eyes that have probably seen so much.

"Now Alessa, you're going to stay with Angelo and Alonso for a while," he said his tone turning serious as his eyes searched mine for any anger. But I felt none, just confusion.

Furrowing my brows I cocked my head to the side in question. As if reading my mind my father answered my un spoken question.

"Because my dear, you are not safe here, you saw what happened, I cannot protect you here, my men are limited compared to Angelo's, trust me when I saw you're safer with him than me," he says sincerely sadness lingering in his eyes. I knew my father didn't want me involved in this part of his life, but now he had no choice.

Giving a small smile to my father I nodded, returning the smiling he brought me close, almost crushing me in a bear hug he used to always give me when I was little.

"Don't worry about me and your mother, us old-timers are fitter than you think and I promise when this is all over I'll make it up to you," he whispered in my ear before giving me a squeeze and placing a kiss to my forehead before releasing me.

Sighing I turned to be met with the face of my mother who instantly embraced me in a hug, her Channel perfume comforting my senses, hugging her back she muttered comforting words in my ear making me smile.

Pulling back I smiled , "Jesus, its like I'm leaving for Greece again," I joked squeezing my mums hand.

Chuckling she nodded slowly, "Your things will be with Angelo, now before our men come you better get going, we have some business to attend to with these men," she stated her tone switching to business ,scaring me slightly.

Sighing I turned to faced the two Italian men standing at the doorway exiting in the room.

Trotting towards them I gave Alonso a grin before he returned it.

"Well remember to remind me not to get on your bad principessa," he joked nudging me shoulder slightly, "Anyway welcome to the world of the Mafia, you ready?" he asked as we walked down the corridor exiting my family home.

Smirking I looked up at him, "I guess I have no choice do I?" I joked smiling slightly.

Chuckling Alonso shook his head before nudging Angelo, "I guess we have a new recruit huh boss?" he teased looking at him .

Rolling his eyes he glanced down at me , a small smirk playing on his lips while his eyes glimmered in the dim lighting of the hallway, "I guess we do Alonso, I guess we do," he replied ,as my heart gave a small flutter.

Walking out the door my eyes felt opened to a new world, but my gut instinct told me they were about to get a whole lot wider.



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Well then, hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry if it was a little bad, I am ill but I just wanted to write since I enjoy it so much! Until next time then ;-) Bye!

~Bella~