Having six brothers staring at me, not wanting to leave the living room, is A-a-h-h. "Boys, That's Enough!" Dad yells at them.

They yield to Dad, stopping their stare at me. I really hope they know that their level of intimidation right now would send a normal person running for the hills. Literally, all my brothers are sitting right in front of me. "Dad, I'm not gonna just sit here and act like everything is ok!" Mateo just burst his exploding bubble.

Seeing Mateo's reaction, Dad gives out a big sigh. He is gonna ask me, and I can't ignore it anymore. "It was a memory from when I was ten." I beat Dad to his question first.

"Is it too early to ask what happened?" Ricco confirmed, seeing that I held back my emotions, and concluded that ready yet to talk.

"Yes, but over time as you guys start to understand my history." My face was blank, showing no emotion, just feeling dull.

The pain of the last twelve years of my life.

They all looked at each other with concerned faces. "Gemella, non c'è emozione sul suo viso (Twin, there is no emotion on her face)." Romeo points out the obvious to the family in Italian.

"Papà, Elma ci sta nascondendo delle cose (Dad, Elma is hiding stuff from us)." Mateo tries pushing Dad to make me talk.

"Lo so, figliolo. Ma non possiamo insistere (I know, son. But we can't push it)." Dad sighs, knowing that if he pushes me too much. I will crash and break any trust that I would have built for the future.

Looking around the room, the triplets are acting like they are not paying attention to the convocation. At the same time, my younger three older brothers are engaged. Hiding the fact I know Italian is gonna be hard. For every single gathering, I need to act clueless and not engaged. But in the long run, I can protect myself secretly until we all have gained each other's complete trust.

"Sì, papà (Yes, Dad)." Mateo yields, stopping the convocation knowing there is no changing Dad's mind now.

Now I notice the air in the room changes again. Glazing to the left, Alonso sits up straight. "Papà, se posso farlo notare, nonostante tutti i miei anni ad addestrare le persone. La faccia di Elma mi spaventa di più (Dad, if I may point it out, despite all my years of training people. Elma's face scares me the most)." Alonso comments, wanting answers for the twelve years I have been gone.

Clap, clap, Dad clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention. "That's it for the discussion. Now, why don't you guys introduce yourselves." Dad settled the discussion seeing me acting like I was bored.

"It's ok. Elio already told me your guys' names." I cheerfully gave them a warm, happy smile which relaxed most of my brothers.

"Why don't we play five questions?" Elio declares, getting a ton of grumbles from my other brothers. This family doesn't like playing twenty or even five questions.

"Isn't the game twenty questions, Elio?" Mateo points out, looking confused.

"Yes, but this one is shorter." Elio keeps his head high.

Now, Dad interjects with, "Ok, guys. Settle down. We are playing five questions, and Elio can go first."

"My favorite color is Orange." Elio starts the question. Now going down the table. Romeo's is Gray, a classic Gunsmith. Mateo's is Blue, the computer expert. Alonso's is red. Ricco's and Dad's favorite color is Black. Dominic's is Green, the forest. People's Favorite colors tend to reflect their personalities and hobbies/work.

And finally, my turn, "Red and Black are my favorites." Red represents Blood, and Black equals Void.

The next question was: What is your favorite activity? Mateo is the captain of the school's football team. Romeo likes Baking treats. Ricco is a painter. Dominic does hiking. Alonso is a boxer. Elio loves cars, and then dad enjoys cooking. Of course, I do not want them to know that I like fighting and assassinations. I told them, 'Martial Arts' instead.

"Martial arts?" Elio questions, of course, being in a mafia family, those types of things will grab their attention.

"Yes, Martial arts; I am a black belt in Aikido and Karate." I accidentally bragged about my skills and forgot that not everything is about me.

"Wo-o cool, Sorella!" Elio seemed very energetic.

"Fantastico, non dobbiamo preoccuparci troppo dell'autodifesa adesso. (Great, we don't have to worry too much about self-defense now.)" Dominic says in Italian, not wanting me to know.

"Buon punto (Good Point)." Ricco replies back as he nods his head.

"Can you guys give up Italian so I can understand?" I gave them my mean pufferfish face, which made them chuckle instead.

"Ok, Principessa!" Dominic dropped his mask and showed a smile.

"So Elma, what's Aikido?" Mateo brings the topic of Martial arts back.

"So you know Karate is an attack-based Martial art." I paused for a second. How would I tell them in a simple, understanding way? Aikido is a modern Japanese Martial art that is used for deafening with the least amount of injuries. "Aikido is... a defensive Martial art." I finished my statement nervously.

"Interesting, so you know offensive and defensive Martial arts?" Dominic is confirming what I'm saying.

"I do, and something I should say is that I'm kinda known in different places for being... Deadly because I can take down someone twice my size." I start fidgeting with my hands out of nervousness.

This is what I signed up for. I need to let my emotions take their course rather than just block them out. I'm Elma Farfalla Monti, The Lost Sicilian Princess and The Queen of The Mafia Queen. Family is the most important thing for a leader. Having a family means you're not blocking out all your emotions and being dull. Being dull means chaos, and you don't care about things anymore. When the top leaders become dull, things turn into chaos, with The Mafia World shortly following them.

Now Alonso sidetracks the conversation with, "Se Elma non fosse una, ragazza sarebbe (If Elma wasn't a girl, she would be)..."

"Alonso," Dad yells, getting all the focus in the room. If they only knew who I am.

"Yes, papà." Alonso bows his head for his words.

I'm bored; this game keeps getting sidetracked with every question. Oh, what about if I made some desserts? Yesterday I made a Japanese dessert. What about making some Italian desserts this time? But would they be suspicious that I know how to bake Italian desserts? No, I will just deal with it. "Dad, can I go to the grocery store?" I asked with my cute puppy face.

Everyone has a confused look on. "Is there something you need?" Dad asked, wondering what I would need from the grocery store.

"I want to make some desserts for you guys." I crossed my arm, sitting up tall with my annoyed face.

"I hope you're a better baker than Mateo here. The last time he tried cooking. He almost burned down the whole kitchen." Romeo teased his own twin.

"Hey, in my defense. I got tired and took a nap upstairs." Mateo crosses his arms and puts a come-on face on.

"Ok, family. That's enough. Why don't we finish playing five questions." Dad showed a smile which we all returned back.

Oh, I have a question. Earlier, Elio told me I would be doing school with the twins and him. What strikes me now is the fact that the twins are nineteen years old. Shouldn't they be in college like me? "Mateo, Romeo, shouldn't you two be in college rather than high school?" I asked nicely, not trying to make them ashamed of themselves.

"We kinda failed our senior year by missing too many times." Romeo nervously states the facts.

Then Mateo comes in bubbly, saying, "But you know what? We get to spend our senior year together!"

"Sorry to burst your bubble Mateo but I'm in college with a big internship," I explained, not trying to brag about my IQ.

"What! You're In College Already!" Mateo jumps up from his seat while yelling.

"And Already Have An Internship!" Romeo finishes his twin Mateo's sentence for him.

"That sums it up." I give them a very cheeky smile as they stand there in shock.

"So, what major?" An intrigued Ricco asked.

Ok, Elma. Here goes nothing. "Bachelors in Business Leadership." I quietly shared it with my family.

"Principessa, I'm very proud!" Dad stands up and gives me a hug. While some of my brothers just sit in shock.

"Um... Thank you, Dad." I thanked him. Then I couldn't help blushing, turning my face reddish.

Now changing my face to seriousness. I can't pretend what legal business they run anymore; it's too annoying. "Is something the matter?" Dad questioned me, noticing my poster and face change.

"What's your business? I'm curious because there can only be a few since it has to be big and popular from my calculations." I accidentally started ranting but stopped myself in time.

"Lei è molto osservatrice (She is very observant)." Ricco chuckles, knowing living with me isn't gonna be easy.

"Dad, what did Ricco just say?" I asked while tilting my head with curiosity.

"Only that you're very observant." Dad translated the truth to me as I was still acting clueless about Italian. So I gave them an acknowledgment nod with an 'O' face.

"You know. Being observant is a very good trait for running a business." Dominic points out a fact.

"Yes, I know. But can you please tell me which business?" I gave them my cute puppy face that I only just started using today after twelve years.

Dad finally gives up and tells me openly it's 'Monti Networks.' Should I tell them what's going on at their Tokyo Branch? They need to know because I have the same problem with people being 'unprofessional.' Especially with assistants in skirts. And another thing, now I remember my last encounter with them. They disrespected me as a business person in front of clients.

Now I let out a big sigh and told them, "Then you guys should check out your Branch in Tokyo." I kept my neutral face on.

"Why?" Dominic's face turned blank, thinking about what was going on.

"My lips are sealed until you find out why but I will tell you this, Professionalism. That's all I'm gonna say because I don't want you guys to hear it from me." I give them a hint while doing the mouth zipper seal action to myself.

Dad gets the memo, stands up, dials a number, and starts speaking in Italian. "Alonzo, controlla la filiale di Tokyo della Monti Networks. Sta succedendo qualcosa e si tratta di 'professionalità' (Alonzo, check out the Tokyo branch of Monti Networks. Something is happening, and it is about 'professionalism')."

"Principessa, it's not a good idea to keep secrets." Ricco urged me, trying to call off the 'dogs,' aka Dominic and Dad.

"I know that even if it's just my second day here. I Don't Wanna Say It Out Of My Own Mouth." I bit back at them, which they didn't take well.

"Perché è così importante che lei non possa dircelo (Why is it so important that she can't tell us)!" Alonso starts passing around the room as he gets more angry at me.

"Alonso, calmati o esci (Alonso, calm down or get out)." Dominic stands up, showing his dominance.

Now realizing he can't win, Alonso stumbles on his words as he apologizes, "Mi dispiace (I am sorry)..."

"Principessa, come here." Dominic taps his leg for me to sit next to him on the couch. Once, I sat next to my eldest brother, and he gave me a hug. Why did he give me a hug? The hug feels comforting, warm, and delightful as I just sunk into it peacefully. "It's ok, go to sleep, Principessa..."