What time is it? Ug, I remember yesterday we got back home past midnight. Last night or actually this morning, I remember briefly waking up to Dad carrying me inside and putting me in my own bed. I can't wait for the adventure this family will give me. Now it's time to be a Monti again, and I will never forget Mom.

Now waking up again, but this time it's from footsteps entering my room. "Ehi, dovevo svegliarla io, non tu (Hey, I was the one supposed to wake her up, not you)." A whisper in Italian came from the right side of the bed; guessing it was Elio's voice.

"E allora perché sono venuto (Then why did I come)?" The person on the left said in Italian, making me guess that it was one of my other brothers.

"Volevi solo accompagnarmi (You just wanted to accompany me)." Elio bits back angrily.

Listening to them is so much fun, but I need to go to the bathroom. "You know you guys woke me up. When you entered the room." I rubbed my eyes as they both jumped back in shock.

"How? W-We were very quiet!" The unknown brother switches to English with a shocked voice and face.

"No. you opened the door, and it creaked." I gave them a serious look back.

Then Elio swore, "Amico, pensavo fossimo tranquilli (Man, I thought we were quiet)!"

"Excuse me, English? Please, I don't speak Italian." I waved my hands in the air, getting their attention back.

"Oh yeah, sorry, Sorellina!" Elio said as he scratched the top of his head.

"Name?" I look him in the eyes like I am serious.

"La mia sorellina non si ricorda di me (My little sister doesn't remember me)?" Mateo said in Italian with a disappointed look for a second. Then he eventually answered my question, which I already knew. "I'm Mateo, your fourth oldest brother and the computer person around the house." Mateo gave me a welcoming smile.

"Mine is Elma, but of course, you know that." I smiled back, giving him a nice warm feeling of love.

"Why don't we let you get dressed for breakfast to meet the others." Elio points out, seeing that I'm still in my pajamas.

"Ok," Mateo said, accepting the fact that I needed to get dressed for the day.

What should I wear to impress my brothers? The first impression always matters because we don't want any of our brothers to think the wrong way. What about a black T-shirt, tennis shoes, light blue jeans, and a leather jacket? Yes! A-a I almost forgot about my necklace; I hope they see it.

Now exiting my room, I started for the dining room, which took me only a short time since I had memorized the blueprint of the mansion beforehand. "Who brought this one home?" Alonso, my third eldest brother, spoke his mind from his seat.

Then I couldn't help myself put him into place. "That wasn't very nice." My face twitched a little bit as I approached him.

"Why don't you leave." Alonso bites back at me.

Looking around the room Mateo and Elio were ticked off, but I motioned to them I would take care of it. "Why Don't You Watch What Your Big Mouth Says!" I punched him square in the face, making his nose bleed.

"Hey, Stop This Immediately!" Dad comes running into the room, stopping Alonso from hurting me.

"You should know that he started it." I started pointing the finger at Alonso.

"Elio? Mateo? What Happened Here?" Dad used his robust and demanding tone.

Now Mateo speaks up, explaining what happened. Saying that, Alonso called me one of our brothers one night stands, and I punched him in the face for it. Alonso provoked me by saying I was basically one of our brothers' 'whores.' I can't believe he could not recognize me as his own sister. You could say I'm Dominic's twin but younger, smaller, and female.

"Alonso, this is your sister." Dad points out the fact.

Then Alonso's eyes landed on Dad's. "What! Why didn't you say anything?" He goes bonkers knowing what he just did.

"I was gonna tell you at breakfast." Dad just shrugs his shoulders like it's nothing and sits at the head of the table.

"How Can You Act Like It's Not So Serious When My Little Sister Is Found!" Alonso starts going after Dad for not saying something sooner.

Man, he is acting like a child right now. "Can I punch him again?" I asked everyone in the room.

Then everyone at the table yelled, "No!"

"Fine." I leaned back into my chair, crossed my arms, and put a pufferfish face on.

"Hey, Sorellina! Do you wanna go wake up the rest?" Elio asked me with a naughty look.

"Of Course!" I joyfully answered back with a huge smile.

Once, Elio dragged me out of the dining hall. He told me our brothers' names and their personalities. Dominic is our eldest brother, who helps Dad with 'work.' Ricco is the second oldest in the family and loves his sports cars. Another thing Elio mentioned is that Dominic, Ricco, and Alonso are triplets. And Alonso is the brother who I punched in the face. Then comes the twins Mateo and Romeo. Mateo is the computer person in the house, and Romeo is the cook, who apparently banned everyone from cooking or baking in the kitchen except Dad.

Man, it's gonna be so surprising. When I tell my family, I know about the mafia. What Elio didn't tell me is that... Dominic is the heir to The Sicilian Mafia. Ricco specializes in torturing people. Alonso is an assassin and street fighter. Mateo is a hacker and street racer. Romeo is a street fighter and The Gunsmith. Then there is Elio, the street racer.

"Sorella, who do you wanna wake up first?" Elio starts plotting with me.

So Elio, Mateo, and Alonso are up. Then it leaves Dominic, Ricco, and Romeo not up. From my predictions and calculations, this is one of the only times I can prank Dominic. Right now, I am acting like I don't remember them and that I don't know about the mafia. So that leaves the concussion; I am clueless and don't know that Dominic is the second boss around here. "Hm, what about Dominic?" A sneaky smile goes across my face.

"Are you sure?" Elio looks like he is starting to panic.

It took a little while since we debated on who to wake up. At the end of our debate, Elio decided he would wake up Romeo while I did Dominic. Then we talked about the different methods of waking up someone, Elio chose the fog horn, and I picked the cold bucket of water. Hehe, I wonder how The Sicilian Mafia heir reacts to this.

Now for the cold bucket of water! I bet he will pull out his gun and swear. Let's see if you guys mess up keeping 'The Family Business' a secret. "Chi ha il coraggio... (Who Dare...)" Dominic starts yelling the pauses after seeing me. Then I take it that it's my queue to leave. Bumping into Elio, who is running for the hills.

"You picked Romeo," I told Elio, who sprinted out of Romeo's room.

"Yeah. I got it, sis." Elio rolled their eyes back at me, knowing his choice.

"The fog horn, please?" I gestured a second time to Elio for it, realizing he spaced out for a second.

"Are you sure you want to wake the rest of them up?" He just looked at me nervously, like it was not a good idea.

"I'm sure E!" I gave him a smile and thumbs up.

"Ok, Sorellina. But I'm gonna go downstairs first." Elio goes straight downstairs, not wanting to be wrapped up in this anymore.

"You Turkey!" I yelled down the stairs to Elio, who now started laughing.

Ok, it's time to wake up the last brother Ricco. Why hasn't he gotten out of bed yet with all the noise? Who knows? After blazing the fog horn, he yelled, 'Faresti meglio a fermarti o ti sparo alla testa (You better stop or I'll shoot you in the head).' As I acted like I didn't know Italian, I stopped and considered him woken up. Then I took off downstairs, following the lovely breakfast smell to the kitchen.

Hm, who made pancakes, hash browns, and ba... "Yes. it's bacon, Elma." Dad's voice interrupted my thought process.

"So, Dad. What's your favorite food?" I asked, curious and wanting to avoid just standing in silence.

"Spaghetti and meatballs," Dad tells me with a happy smile.

Now I reply back with mine, saying, "A plain hamburger with regular french fries...."

"Lasagna!" Romeo burst out, entering the kitchen and earning a glare from Dad. "What dad is that..."

"Yes. I have found your sister, Romeo." Dad finished Romeo's stunted sentence.

"Um, Dad? The eggs are burning." I pointed to the burning/about-to-catch-on-fire eggs on the frying pan.

Bang, bang, Ricco comes into the kitchen. "When was the last time...." I think he was about to say, 'The last time dad cooked,' but stopped when seeing me.

"Hi," I mumbled under my breath and, for some reason, hid behind Romeo. Who are about six feet or five eight vs. my five feet?

Now a tiny smile crosses Ricco's face, and he says, 'Hi, Principessa!' back to me in a deep, soft, comforting tone.

"La stai rendendo nervosa (You're making her nervous)." Romeo points out to Ricco in Italian.

"Perché non capisce l'italiano (Why doesn't she understand Italian)?" Ricco seemed pissed off, but I kept my not understanding face on. "Hey, Principessa! Do you not understand Italian?" Ricco kneels down to my level.

"I don't." I looked down to the floor like I was upset for not knowing.

"Elma, can you look at me?" Ricco had a concerned and worried face.

"Sorellina, there is no problem not knowing Italian, Ok?" Romeo said, convincing the acting side of me with Ricco.

"I understand," I mumbled. "Oh, you know that I am fluent in English and Japanese but only can speak German and Bulgarian." Once I had said 'Bulgarian,' both of my brothers tensed up like Dad, Dominic, and Elio back at my apartment. I guess there is gonna be a time I have to tell them what happened.

February tenth, I knew about The Japanese Raid ahead of time. Truthfully I was considering running, escaping that night, but then... I saw Abelino and his Capos. They were all in a room without their guns and knives. Out of my anger and hatred, I grabbed some of the weapons. Entering the room, I walked straight up to Abelino and killed him. My face was blank, with no emotion whatsoever. I remember having the blade and throwing it directly into Abelino's head.

Snapping out of it, "Elma? Elma?" Dad kept repeating until he realized that I was finally paying attention. Everyone was in the kitchen, Dad on his knees in front of me, and my brothers were surrounding us. I just stand still, not wanting to move. "Boys, Leave." Dad orders in a stern voice to my brothers. They protested at first until Dad gave them The Don/Boss look.

Right now, I need to call Zachary. He and Clover are the only ones who can calm me down. "Hey, Elma? Can you look into my eyes?" Dad tries to get me to focus on him.

Speaking nothing even after his multiple attempts. Knowing how badly I started mumbling 'my phone' as I pulled it out of my jeans pocket.

Dad just watches me dial Zachary's number. "Ich kann nicht atmen (I can not breath)!" I pant into the phone as my breathing not being normal.

"Tief durchatmen (Take a deep breath)." Zachary starts the 3-3-3 rule as he speaks in German. "Nennen Sie drei Dinge, die Sie sehen (Name three things you see)."

Looking around, I said, "Theke, Papà, Pfefferstreuer (Counter, dad, pepper shaker)," my breathing started to calm down.

"Elma, nenne drei Dinge, die du hören kannst (Elma, name three things you can hear)." Zachary does the second to last step.

Now closing my eyes and focusing on the sounds around me. "Deine Stimme, Papas Schritte, die Mikrowelle (Your voice, dad's footsteps, the microwave)," I acknowledged.

"Elma, kannst du deine Finger bewegen (Elma, can you move your fingers)?" Zachary asked over the phone in Japanese.

"Ja (Yes)," I responded back, still having my heart racing.

"Elma, kannst du deine Zehen bewegen (Elma, can you move your toes)?" After finishing the 3-3-3 steps, Zachary ensured I was feeling good and my panic attack was over.

I take a deep breath in and reply with, "Danke, Zachary (Thank you, Zachary)."

Then Zachary orders me in a stern voice, "Vergessen Sie nicht, mich heute Abend anzurufen (Don't forget to call me tonight)." Knowing it's gonna be our talk session with him and Clover tonight about what just happened. The worst part about it is that if I don't show up at all, Zachary doesn't let me do any work from the legal and illegal sides. Basically taking my mafia and business away from me.

"Großartig (Great)!" I answered back, hanging up the phone and now being in a ticked-off mood.

"Principessa, can you tell me what just happened?" Dad comes back to the ground, having his head at my level.

"A bad memory resurfaced." An absolute tear came out of my eye.

"Can I give you a hug?" Dad nicely asked me not to try to push it.

After our hug, Dad told me that my brothers were freaking out. Ug, I guess this is the life of six older overprotective brothers. This was my choice to return before I was eighteen. Wanting love without someone fearing you because you're The Queen of The Mafia World.