Waking up and getting dressed in black cargo pants and a light gray sports T-shirt for the morning. Right now, I'm planning on going to the garden to practice. Luckily, my men dropped the rest of my stuff off last night. "Dov'è la dannata katana (Where is the damn katana)?" I mumbled in Italian as I searched through my boxes. Because The Dragon Blade was a katana passed down through generations, I practiced with a most identical one but a different color.

Now finally finding it after ten minutes of going through my boxes. For some reason, my men place my practice katana with my spare guns. After doing that, I made sure my makeup was on and grabbed my belt, attaching the Black Sageo. As I walked downstairs, I couldn't help holding the handle of my practice katana. Passing through the living room, I looked around and saw no one since it was only five a.m. I am guessing most of my brothers love sleeping or were up late.

Going out to the garden, I stumble across a lovely open grass area near a tall oak tree. Standing in the middle of the grass, I took a nice deep breath before unsheathing my katana from the saya. Now embracing my feelings, I imagine the katana as an extension of my body. From ten years old, Natsue raised me through Japanese traditions as a boy, which resulted in me learning two different kinds of Martial Arts and sword techniques.

Now I check my watch and see it's seven a.m. I stopped practicing for the morning and headed back inside. Opening one of the doors to the living room, all sweaty from practice, I looked around the room and found Dad was at the kitchen island drinking coffee. Romeo was cooking waffles as Dominic and Alonso were at the table.

"Good morning Principessa!" Dad looks up from his coffee, alerting my brothers that I'm here.

"Good morning to you, Dad!" I cheerfully responded, taking a seat next to him.

"Elma, is that a sword?" Dominic said in a harsh voice coming over to me.

"For your information, it's a katana, not a sword." I bit back, standing up from the stool.

Everyone watches Dominic and me approach each other. "Ok, then why do you have a katana?" He asked, standing his ground.

Now my hand goes over to the tsuka. I pull it out of its saya, holding it steady as my left-hand goes down the blade. "It's mine," I answered quietly, looking at my katana.

Watching the reaction and motions of everyone near me, I can tell they're freaking out because of the katana. "I see that, but why?" Dominic said, wanting to know why.

"Dominic, it's just one of my hobbies," I informed him, shrugging my shoulders and putting my katana away.

Dominic closes his eyes, and his face relaxes. "I'm sorry, I just...."

"It's ok; I understand you freaking out seeing your little sister with a katana." I cheerfully forgive him with a big smile, not holding a grudge.

"Thank you, Sorellina!" His deep voice comforts me as we embrace in a hug. Why does this hug feel so good? Resting my head against my eldest brother's chest makes me feel loved.

Now we both pulled out of the hug. "What are your plans for the day?" Dad asked, sipping his coffee from the kitchen island.

"I was thinking about spending the morning with you guys. Then leave in the afternoon for BlackGuard until around eleven." I shared, sitting down next to Dad and investigating his coffee.

"Why don't we go to the mall?" Mateo comes into the room, still wearing his checkered pants and pajamas.

"No Way!" I raised my voice, drawing the line. The mall always has those fake party bitches. They think they're superior to me, which I can't handle.

"Why Principessa?" Mateo asked back, sitting next to me at the counter.

Taking a nice deep breath and face my brother. "To tell the truth, I am not a fan of malls." I declared in a sassy way, acting like a teenager.

"Then how are we gonna get you clothes or decorations for your room?" Mateo unexpectedly whined back; I think he likes shopping too much.

"I have enough clothes and plan to visit a designer tomorrow." I declined his offer and took a sip of Dad's coffee.

"P-l-e-a-s-e Elma! We just wanna catch up." Mateo begged me, and Dad could not help chuckling at his middle child's actions.

Right now, I feel like Mateo is on his hands and knees begging me, but he is only whining at me. "Sorry Mateo, but I do not do malls. That's where other girls with short skirts go." I finished my sentence with a disgusted face as Ricco entered the room.

"I think I like you more now." A sweaty Ricco comments, going into the kitchen and grabbing a mug. I'm guessing it's for coffee.

"Ouch, that hurts!" I exaggerated, putting my hands over my heart and showing a frowny face.

"What designer do you have in mind for your room?" Dad casually asked me. Taking back his black coffee from me, which was bitter to my taste buds but woke me up.

Why does he have to ask which designer I'm going to hire? How I will explain that: I know Adelaide Holland, a well-known interior designer. Let's see if they buy the 'I forgot line' from me. "I forgot, but it's on the list Akira sent me." I lied straight to their faces but slipped by saying Akira.

"Akira?" Dominic speaks out. Please don't put the connections together. I'm not ready to share my secrets.

There is no way of escaping. Keep it blunt, so I can prevent myself from slipping. I only said, "Business partner" in a usual non-exciting way.

"Scoprirò il tuo segreto (I will find out your secret)." Mateo mumbled in Italian.

Now, these are the moments I'm glad about not telling them the truth. They are my family, but I can't live with them while they aren't telling me the truth. "What did you say?" I questioned, acting clueless in front of Mateo.

"Nothing; you need to worry about Sorellina." Mateo counters his statement as he rubs my head, messing up my hair.

"Ok then, I'm gonna take a shower." I shared, giving Mateo a big smile at the same time.

After my lovely hot shower in my not-so-great-designed bathroom, it had a light pink and yellow theme. For the tub, I would change to a wall only and the counter coloring; it's just awful how the designer matched the tiles together. Putting diamond and checkered patterns together does not fit. Another thing I can't believe is the tile floor tiles; they do not even match the room. I think the original designer's goal was light colors and speed. It's easy to tell it was speed because of the placement of some items here.

Finally ready for the day, I wonder what my brothers have planned for today. Getting dressed like a teenager, not acting like an adult. I wore black jeans, a dark green T-shirt, black combat boots, my silver butterfly necklace, five knives, and a plain black leather jacket. Today I will show my brothers how badass I am.

Walking into the living room, one step in front of the other. Now listening to the sounds around me, locating where everyone is... nice try, brother; you can't spook me that easily. Click, Click, sneaky footsteps are behind me. Once they stopped, I quickly stepped to the side, making him fall on his face. "Next time, Elio. Be more sneaky," I said, having my hands on my hips. He scoffed at me as I gave him a look.

Then he starts, "B-u-t...."

"Work on your skills, and you might be able to surprise me." I interrupted Elio's mumbling.

"Well done!" Alonso started clapping, which I returned with an eye roll.

Now I help Elio up from the hardwood floor. He seemed a little pissed off that I could spot him. Everyone seems to be in the living room. Dad is reading some documents on the kitchen island. Dominic and Mateo at the living room table. Romeo was lying down on one of the couches. "Breakfast is in the kitchen." Romeo pointed to the freshly cooked waffles and bacon.

"Thank you, Romeo!" I cheerfully replied, licking my lip at the delicious breakfast.

"What about me?" A hungry Elio whined, staring at Romeo for only seeing one plate of food.

"Isn't their cereal in the cupboards?" Romeo shrugs and sits up on the dark gray couch. When I entered the living room, I thought he was sleeping because he was lying flat on the gray couch. Then out of nowhere, he started laughing his head off before saying, "I'm kidding, Elio. It's in the oven."

"Smettila di giocare con me (Stop playing with me)!" Elio angrily went into the kitchen to get his food.

Then Romeo spelled out, "N-e-v-e-r."

R-i-n-g, R-i-n-g, my phone goes off. Pulling my phone out and check the caller ID. After seeing it, Caleb. I immediately answered the phone, ignoring the looks I was getting. "何か間違っている、カレブ (Something wrong, Caleb)?" I spoke in Japanese.

"誰かが新しい倉庫を爆発させました (Someone exploded a new warehouse)..." Caleb stuttered his words, knowing that I was going to be pissed.

"どこ (Where)?" I interrupted him, saying my command as I watched my tone in front of my family. Even if they don't know Japanese, they still can pick up my tone and body language.

After Caleb told me, it was a warehouse between Bergamo and Milan. I was pissed off because that warehouse just got renovated. Next, he informed me that we had one dead, nine critical, and thirty-one injured. The one death reminds me of our leaving policy. It's death or becoming an inactive member. Being an inactive member means you're still a part of The Rose Dragons but treated like a deserter. Only a few have become inactive members since you have to pass a test; if you fail the test, you can't stay alive.

Where are Zachary and Clover? This is a significant incident, and it's all hands on deck. "ザカリーとクローバーがどこにあるか知っていますか (Do you know where Zakary and Clover are)?" I asked while keeping my emotions or my anger in check.

"本部、ドナ (Headquarters, Donna)." Caleb responds back to me.

"1時間でお会いしましょう (See you in one hour)," I said. Hanging up the phone, feeling how tense the room is. Knowing that they're gonna ask me. Let's just see how long I can hold them back.

Now I need to feed myself, or Zachary might kick me off the case. There is only one reason he can be the boss over me. Anything non-mafia, Zachary has the power to overrule me. To tell the truth, I was not happy about this decision until I got seriously sick. At first, I didn't let Zachary run things until I hit the point where I was too ill to run my mafia.

"Principessa, can you tell us what is going on?" Dad asked me nicely, trying to understand, not wanting to push harder for answers.

"We are concerned about that phone call." My eldest brother chimed in.

"Work emergency," I said, keeping it blunt before putting the last piece of waffle in my mouth.

"Wait, does that mean..." Elio acknowledged the fact I couldn't spend the morning with him.

"Sorry, Elio. I can't spend the day with you." I confirmed in a not-so-happy tone. I'm a mafia boss, so if something comes up, I have to deal with it.

"But I still can drive you." Elio realized another way to spend time with me.

Ug, I guess this is what a family means. Relying on them and trusting them fully. "I'm good, and I have a car," I informed them, pulling out my car keys.

"You're only seventeen; you can't drive a car in Italy alone." Elio points out nicely.

"No one stopped me last time," I grumbled while doing an eye roll.

"That doesn't mean you can, Elma." Dominic enters the conversation, standing up and finding my eyes. Does he really think I'm gonna be afraid of him?

"I. Don't. Care. Even if I get arrested," I say in a sassy way. "And it won't be my first time," I grumbled, ticking off my family.

"What do you mean it's not your first time?" Dad's deep voice echoed off the walls. Nice going there, Elma. He is pissed off more than ever.

"So What? I have been arrested a couple of times before, but they never charged me," I said with sass, standing in the living room watching my family getting ticked off.

"That doesn't mean it's ok." Ricco empathized deeply with concern.

"Do you want to know Japan's legal age to drive?" There was silence; no one spoke. "It's eighteen!" Now looking around the room. Everyone had a mask on, but Elio and the twin's mask was good but lacking because of how emotional this was. "And Do You Wanna Know When I Started Driving?" I shouted at them. "Fifteen!" A tear escaped my eye.

"Yes But, You Have A Family Now To Depend On." Elio counters my statement. He tried hugging me, but I fought back. Not wanting the hug or sympathy.

Do they seriously think I was alone the whole time? "I Was Never Alone In The First Place." Another tear came out of my eye as I shouted again at them.

"What do you mean?" Dominic's deep but calm voice smooths me.

"I had my friends. And the people who I consider my family for the last years," I told them with tears, lowering the tone but still keeping it harsh. I can't hold it back anymore; it's just too much as they look at me with the sadness of the twelve years of my life they lost.

Being in my older brother's arms, wanting to stay safe in his big arms. Almost wishing that I had never got kidnaped in the first place. After all the tears had come out. Dominic whispered to me, "Hey, we aren't mad at you, Farfalla."