Alexandra POV

We had just arrived at the airport, the car ride was peaceful for the most part, I just missed Hay. She was the only one who tried to get to know me and become friends with me during the short time that I was in California. I hope she'll be ok.

Flashback few hours ago

I stepped onto the wooden floor board, getting off the last step on the staircase. I opened the door and was met with the same 5 men that I had grown to endure. I don't trust them yet but we'll see as we go along.

I walked up to them and 'serious' and 'motherly' quickly retrieved my bags and passed them on to the driver who then took them outside to put them in the car. I should really ask them what their names are.

Yh stupid

Oh be quiet I'm not gonna let you ruin this one for me.

Uugh rude much.

Shut it.

"So princessa, you ready to go?" I looked up to face them all and nodded my head. They all smiled and made their way to the car. I turned to Hay who had tears in her eyes.

"I'm gonna miss you so much Alex, god you've turned me into an emotional mess." We both hugged and laughed.

"I'm gonna miss you too Hay, and you can visit anytime you like, I'm sure the fam won't mind especially a certain someone." I wiggled my eyebrows and she went a deep shade of crimson. We both laughed and said our final goodbyes before I joined my family in the car.

The ride was silent, with all my brothers trying to squeeze themselves next to me. They all stared at me in awe and it was getting a bit creepy if I was being honest. We had been driving for 20 minutes now and still had quite a while to go before we arrived at the airport so I decided to start up a conversation seen as the others were most definitely not going to.

"So what are all your names, all I've got is that you're 'serious' brother, 'motherly' brother, 'angry' brother and 'shy' brother." I pointed at each of them as I talked. My father laughed as 'angry' scowled.

"Yes, I'm sorry bambina, we should have told you our names well my name's Alfonso, i am the oldest Ferrari sibling I'm 24, and 'motherly' as you put it over there is Matteo. He's the second oldest and 22 years old. Then there's the twins. Damon over there, don't mind him he's always moody and Elias, they're both 18."

I listened closely as he explained. For some reason, I never remembered my family or life before I was sent away. All the trauma from my past caused me to lose hope and eventually forget them, or at least that's what I think. I get flashbacks and memories of them sometimes but I still never knew who they were or why they appeared in my dreams but what I did recall, was that some of the best times of my life were with them.

I have an exceptionally brilliant memory and can recall nearly every detail of my past that formed me into the woman I am today, so it confused me why I didn't remember my family.

I brushed it off and continued listening. "The man at the front is our father he's called Georgio, but we call him dad." Elias explained next to me. I gave him a nod and we went back to a comfortable silence and the boys staring at me again.

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I sat myself in the private jet looking at everything around me. My family was rich. This was not new information for me as I knew what my family did for a living. They were feared in the underworld and were well known. I actually have worked with them for business, only they don't show their faces often, and I don't show mine either. I only realised who they were when they told me their names.

Was I suprised, a little. Did I care, no.

It was their life and I wasn't going to say anything because I had a secret myself and it could risk everything if they found out I knew. They would want answers and I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I can't start to trust them, I don't even know why I feel so comfortable around them, I've known them for not even a full day.

I'm getting soft. I can't risk that. I need to go back to my emotionless self. It's what's best for everyone.

My family sat around me looking at me and I sent them a blank look back. Hurt flashed across their faces but I could not dwell on that. I looked out the window during the whole flight, I occasionally glanced at my siblings from time to time.

By now they had all gone to sleep, except Damon who stared at me the whole flight and glared at me when he caught me looking. I gave him a glare back which made him look away and scowl.

I shook my head and averted my gaze back outside the window. I could feel him burning holes at the back of my head. I just ignored him. Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to him? My head pondered with different thoughts and suggestions before I fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

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I woke up to the brakes on a car being slammed which jurked me forward with extreme force. I closed my eyes and waited for impact, but I felt none. I was in someone's arms. I hurriedly stood up and looked at the person for it to be none other than Damon. He gave me an emotionless face and I turned my back on him and sat in a seat. We were in a car and I found a seat next to the window waiting for the excruciatingly long journey to end so I could rest.

After a few minutes, a huge mansion came into view. I stared at it shocked and impressed on the inside but on the outside my cold expression never faltered. We pulled up in the driveway. Guards were stationed all around the building. Of course the leader of the Italian mafia needed guards at every corner of his house.

I internally groaned as it would make sneaking out much harder when I needed to go on a mission or streetfight. Talking about streetfighting, I needed to contact my manager to tell him that I would be transferring to New York. I was my own boss in the assasin industry, I made sure of it. I choose my own missions and and do the work myself. I do have some assasin friends, but they are another story entirely.

The house was truly amazing and I took my time to assess it when I came out of the car. I saw potential escape routes at the side of the building and a tree that looked like it would be easy to climb down. I internally smirked while my brothers walked to the front doors and I followed. The driver and some guards were bringing in the suitcases. My family had been in California for a business trip and they had some cases of their own.

(The mansion)



We all made our way inside, and let me tell you the inside was even better than the outside, these people sure know how to decorate.

Front entrance



The guards put my things upstairs whilst Matteo volunteered to show me around. My other brothers ignored me and went to their rooms to do their own thing. My dad went to a business meeting. I rolled my eyes and followed Matteo around. I noticed the cameras in the corner of my eyes and I took a mental note of how many in each room. I had counted 6 in the entrance room.

Teo shower me the kitchen, living room, dining room, games room, gym, hang out space, cinema room, library, indoor pool, outdoor pool, guest bedroom and they even had a huge tree that i decided to call Bob growing inside the house.

After showing me the house, he finally directed me to my bedroom were I could get some much needed sleep. By this time I had counted around 100 cameras all around the house. They probably thought I wouldn't notice man give me a break a toddler could have found those.

Kitchen



Living room



Dining room



Games room



Gym



Hang out space



Cinema room



Library



Indoor pool



Outdoor pool



Guest bedroom



Bob



Matteo left after the tour and went to his bedroom. I hesitantly pushed open my bedroom door and looked out shocked. I was met with the most beautiful bedroom I had ever seen. I closed the door behind me and took the time to stare at my room talking it all in.



It was truly amazing and fit me perfectly. I couldn't help but smile at the kind gesture my family had done by setting up my room for me. If it was left to me, I would have never got it done so I was grateful for that.

I would have thought they would have made my room pink but I'm glad they refrained themselves from dping so and used black and white which might I add are 2 of my favourite colours. My favourite colour however is maroon. Maroon to me symbolises strength and power as well as beauty.

I plopped myself down on my bed and began unpacking my suitcase. I opened one of two doors in my room and was met with my walk in wardrobe. I gasped and covered my mouth before anyone heard me which I doubt. It was a black and white theme that matched my bedroom and the closet was filled with beautiful clothes that were my style and size? How did they know my size? Creeps.

I walked in and started hanging up my clothes alongside my new ones and I stepped back to take everything in.



I walked out and decided to go into the second room that was connected to my room. I guessed it was a bathroom so I bought my bathroom necessities and went to work with unpacking. The bathroom like the other rooms was spacious and looked as though it was fit for a queen. Again it matched my room perfectly.



After I packed everything, I decided to have a nice warm shower and got changed into long t-shirt and went to sleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

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