Arabella Cattaneo POV

Rio and I exchanged a look. This man had to be in the Italian Mafia. His accent, the name of the next don, the way he didn't react at the gun and disarmed me, the way he looked a bit like me.

"I don't have a brother." I gripped the black knife under my short silk black dress, ignoring the harsh wind swaying in the cold NYC air.

"You were three, I don't expect you to remember anything." The Italian man said, same shade of green with small bits of blue and yellow near the center.

Just like my eyes.

His suit was looking as clean as Mattias'. That says a lot considering Mattias is a bit of a clean freak.

Rio's body stepped forward, "Weren't you three when you were admitted into the academy?"

He said it so low that only the two of us could hear.

I nodded, still staring at the man in front of me.

"I need you to come back, you can even leave when you turn eighteen in a few months, just please come home." He pleaded, a longing look in his eyes.

I didn't want to leave my current family for my biological family that left me at hell when I was only three.

Just give it a try, Arabella.

Why do they want me back anyways?

You can leave whenever. You left a secured school.

Do you really want to leave your actual family?

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Plus, if he was in the mafia, I could gather intel because these hoes messed with the Spanish Mafia.

"First of all, we take a DNA test, sure we have similar features, but I don't know you and don't trust you. Second, let me discuss this with my family." I watched as he slightly flinched at the word 'family', nodding his head and taking out a piece of paper, writing a number down and handing it to me.

"Please, give us a shot." Marcelo sent me a small smile, motioning us to his matte black SUV, seeing as our car was currently damaged too much to actually drive.

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We watched as the SUV drove back, he dropped us off at my penthouse, not wanting to bring him to the house.

"So, tomorrow at 1 pm, you have to meet up with him to take a DNA test and you might go to live with them." Rio concluded as I flopped on my huge couch.

"I don't know, Rio, what if it's a mistake to go back? Shouldn't I just stay here?" I yawn, tired and wanting to go to sleep with Seb.

"I mean, if I knew my biological family, I would definitely give the, a chance." He shrugged, picking up a book from the small library in our hallway.

Rio was an orphan, adopted by a old couple when he was younger where he met Sebastian at school. A dude was being racist to him so, Sebastian stood up and from then on, they were best friends.

"I know but what if it turns out to be a mistake," I groan, overthinking the mistake and the possible solutions to accepting Marcelo's invitation. "What if they find out about who I am and try something on me?"

"You know how to take care of yourself. Use that to your advantage and downplay your skills just in case. And always be in contact with us." He smiled at me.

I nodded at his advice, "Thanks, also I'm gonna take a shower and change, don't finish all the food."

He just nodded as I walked up the stairs and took a hot shower, washing Posey's nasty hands off me.

I quickly dried my brown hair, putting on a hoodie and some sweatpants and grabbing my doc martens.

"Rio, let's go." I hollered, choosing my red vintage Aston Martin and swinging it's keys in my hand.

We got to the house fast, the light still on.

"Thank fuck you're okay, I swear to god I was going to murder Rio." Sebastian glared at his best friend who rolled his eyes in return.

"We ran into someone." I smiled at him as he raised a brow, telling me to continue. "I met one of my brothers. Like biological. He said we can take a DNA test tomorrow and I can choose if I want to go and live with them until I don't want to."

Sebastian clenched his jaw and nodded, "It's your life. If you want to go to them, you can. I'll always be waiting for you."

I smiled up at him and rose to my tippy toes and pecked his lips as Jordan and Lena's groans were heard. I wanna fuck my boyfriend right now.

"Children in the room." Jordan hollered as Sebastian glared at him.

"More like toddlers." Sebastian muttered back, Jordan putting on an offensive look.

"Whatever. Belly, whats his name?" Lena asked as she typed something on her computer.

"His name is Marcelo. Other than that, I only have his phone number," I scoffed as she sent me a pointed look.

I grabbed my laptop from the side and sat down next to Sebastian as he put a arm around my shoulder as I leaned into him, opening the laptop.

I worked fast and hard, trying to track him down.

"So, he lives in Chicago and his name is Marcelo. Other than that, I can't get any information out, it's like it's heavily protected. Oh and he's rich." I state as I see all dead ends.

How rich is he if no one can hack into his number?

"Marcelo, Italian, rich, lives in Chicago and you can't track down his number." Sebastian muttered as his jaw clenched again, making eye contact with Rio as Mattias and Camila came down the stairs.

"Something wrong, Seb?" I frowned as he turned to look at me, a small smile taking over the deep thoughts look he had from just a second ago.

"Nothing's wrong amor, just thinking." He kissed the side of my forehead as he got lost in his deep thought again, his hand playing with my hair, a thing he did subconsciously.

Something that I loved.

Camila and Matti came closer, "What's wrong, son?" Camila furrowed her brows as she cupped his face with her small hands.

"Just some business, mama." He smiled back, Camila let go and kissed his forehead, Mattias stepping forward, as they headed to his office.

What's that all about?

"Okay, let's watch a movie!" Jordan smirked as he grabbed the remote, Camila headed to the kitchen to get the food, arriving with some chocolate and chips, handing everyone a cup of her special lemonade that is the definition of beautiful.

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I fixed my leather jacket, looking into the mirror and seeing my jeans fitting my ass perfectly.

God, I'm hot.

I grabbed the car keys to my black Range Rover, getting into the drivers seat as I shut the door, trying to calm my nerves.

I'm meeting my father and brother.

I turned on the radio as I drove to the hospital.

Thank fuck the hospital was owned by my boyfriend and he had cameras all over.

I parked into the garage of the huge hospital, walking inside as multiple people turned their heads to see me, the only ones to not look away was my 'brother' and a man that looked some-what like him, just double his age.

We all had the same eyes.

"Hey, Arabella." Marcelo nodded as I raised a brow at the other man. "This is my - our - father. Flavio Ferrari."

I alerted my eyes at the surname.

The Italian mafia.

I'm not his daughter.

I can't be.

I was with the enemies son.

I was in love with the enemies son.

"As in most of Chicago's casino's Ferrari?" I asked as they nodded.

"How do you know of us?" Flavio raised a brow, moving his legs.

You're my boyfriend's enemy.

"Everyone knows you guys. Plus, someone I knew went to one your guys' casino and said it was the best they ever went to." I casually responded, making sure I looked them straight in the eye so they didn't suspect me of lying.

They were about to respond but a doctor interrupted, "Ferrari?"

The two men stood up, the doctor looked our way, waving us a hand for his to follow him as I begrudgingly stood up, walking through the doors as each one of us sat in a seat, the doctor typing something on the computer.

"Okay, DNA test?" He questioned still typing as the men nodded. "Swab or blood?"

"Swab." The men replied in unison as the doctor nodded.

I don't want someone sticking something in my mouth if it wasn't my boyfriends dick.



I'm sorry for the short chapter and the next one will be filled with drama but guys, I'm writing a book about a psychopath that kills people like everyday. It was inspired by Pedro Rodrigues. Aka the 'perfect psychopath'!

Also it's racially diverse cause why not and the MC's are so hot!

Here's some aesthetics:







You can't tell me they're not beautiful cause omfg they're goddesses.

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Artemis; Goddess of Chastity and Virginity. Protector of the young. - Ever since Carter Sharma was young, she was used. And she was sick and tired of it.

So tired of it, she turned into a psychotic serial killer.

After killing her abusers, she killed people that abused her loved ones, after that, anyone that hurt someone, anyone she thought deserved death.

Now a 19 year old college student, her identity of being 'Artemis' hidden from the whole world, sneaking out almost every night just to kill.

God, how she craved it.

How she needed blood.

It was her drug.

A drug that would lead her to the biggest mafia boss in the world.

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