Wow, I really need to stop pulling these all-nighters. I am exhausted, and you could even see bangs under my eyes again. Let's just hope I don't get in trouble with Dominic or Dad.

Ug, I need coffee!

Walking down the central stairs, still wearing my black two-piece silk pajamas, I hear a bunch of chatter.

R-I-N-G! R-I-N-G! After the phone rang, it attracted all the attention towards me, including my relatives whom I forgot who had arrived this morning.

Returning back to my phone, an automated voice starts out of my phone. "Salve, questa è una chiamata da "Huston Knight" che chiama dalla stazione della Polizia di Stato di Milano, Italia. Questa chiamata sarà monitorata e qualsiasi cosa detta verrà usata contro di te in tribunale. Per accettare le accuse, premi su. Per respingere le accuse, premi due (Hi, This is a call from "Huston Knight" calling from the Milan, Italy State Police station. This call will be monitored, and anything said will be used against you in court. To accept the charges, press on. To reject the charges, press two)."

That fottuto idiota (fucking idiot) got arrested again! Doesn't he already know the police are different here than in Tokyo? He better not of called Brooklyn, or he is definitely dead this time.

Now, pressing one on my phone, accepting the call. "So, Elma, can you pick me up?"

"No, I will not pick you up from the station. You know better, Huston, when street racing that the police here in Milan is different from Tokyo." I lecture him while entering the kitchen, earning the eyes of the guest on how much they missed me.

"I understand, boss. So, when will you pick me up?" Huston completely ignores my previous comment.

"This evening," I shoved the expresso pod into the black coffee machine.

"Why can't you pick me up now?" Huston, being Huston, whined, not wanting to be in holding for the whole day.

He is literally a Damn Child! "Huston Knight, You Will Not Complain About When I Will Pick You Up!" I shouted into the phone, using his full name while now receiving full attention from my family.

"Yes, boss." You could hear the fear in Huston's voice before the call reached its limit.

Putting my phone down on the counter and grabbing my finished Expresso. I could not help mumble, "Quel fottuto idiota è un dannato bambino (That fucking idiot is a damned child)."

"Good morning, Neonata! Was that Huston Knight as in the brother of Brooklyn Knight, a Dragon?" Dad breaks me out of my train of thought as he stood next to the rest of the family.

"Yes, you're correct. That idiot got himself arrested again for street racing. I thought he knew better than Tokyo is different from Milan." I ranted, not watching what my mouth said.

"Question, are you talking about Huston Knight, the brother of Brooklyn Knight, one of Queen's Capos?" The six-plus, cobalt blue eyes and black hair man, who I think is my Uncle Valentino double, checks the information he is hearing.

"Yes, and you are?" I played the dumb card, looking at him all innocently like I hadn't done anything, which was true.

"I am your Uncle Valentino." My Uncle created a smile that took his son and others entirely off guard. "This is your cousin, my son, Giovanni." Valentino guested to the male next to Mateo with the gray-green eyes and dark brown hair.

If I remember correctly, Valentino Monti, forty-six years old, is one of the twenty-three Capos of The Sicilian Mafia. He had a wife named Elena, who died when his son Giovanni was fifteen. Another thing about my uncle is that he has secret Tuesday evening dance lessons. Giovanni Monti, The Rapace, is an underground street fighter who also has hobbies for Cycling and even Boxing.

"It's nice to have you back, Munchkin." Giovanni looked into my eyes, trying to read me, which failed.

"You too, Rapace," I called my cousin by his street-fighting name.

"H-h-how," He stutters, shocked because not everyone knows he is Rapace.

"Let's just say I have skills in receiving information," I smirked, leaning into the couch and crossing my legs while sipping my Expresso.

That's when everyone lost it, wanting to ask all different questions. "This is a fucken mad house," I mumbled under my breath, shaking my head while sighing.

"SILENZIO (SILENCE)!" Dad shouted at the top of his lungs, making everyone shut up.

Now having the room silent, Dad gestures the attention to the hazel eyes and black hair uncle, who I'm guessing is Marcello from his hazel eyes. "Principessa, I am your Uncle Marcello, and this is my wife, Amelia, your Aunt." Marcello introduces himself and his wife Amelia, who keeps an arm around her waist.

"Are those earnings from The Black Spades Collection?" Amelia's sparked when mentioning 'Black Spades.'

The Black Spades Collection is the most recent collection from Konuma Akira. Konuma is a very famous designer in The Legal World, but in The Mafia World, she is one of my Double Rose Headquards Capos.

"Indeed, they were gifted to me recently," I spoke the truth but left out the part I knew, Konuma.

"Where Is My Granddaughter!" Nonno burst into the living with Nonna, scaring the crap out of all the youngsters but me since I am 'The Devil Queen' that's what the teenagers tend to call me.

"I am right here, Nonno!" I stood up from the couch to receive a friendly big warm hug.

"Why does Nonno get the first hug?"

"We were here first."

My cousins got jealous but immediately shut up after getting a glare from Nonna. No one, I mean no one, messes with Nonna. She can be terrifying at times which makes sense since she is The previous Donna Of The Sicilian Mafia.

"Wow, you have grown so much!" Nonna could not help but smile at how much I have grown.

Eventually, that smile will turn into anger. I have many scars. A gasp is not enough to express it, but that's the life of a leader in The Underworld, The path I had chosen.

"Nonna, are you done? We want to introduce ourselves." Nicolò looked like a cute whining puppy as he crossed his arm and took a seat at the table.

"Go ahead, Peanut." She smirked as she called her grandson's nickname, which Nicolò obviously does not favor.

"Cugina, I am Nicolò, your cousin and this idiot's older twin." He causally guested to the identical boy next to him.

"I am not an idiot!" Alessio gasped in offense while placing both hands on his hips.

"Yes, you are." Nicolò bits back, knowing he is antagonizing his brother.

"Boys!" Amelia gave them both a hash look of disappointment for fighting right here and now in from of the rest of the family.

"Sorry..." Nicolò and Alessio stared at the ground, not making eye contact with their mom.

"Principessa, I am your Uncle Raffaele. It's fantastic to have you back." His eyes showed adoration, love, and sadness.

Now sitting in silence with my family all around me, scrutinizing my every move. "So, Elma, what's your favorite color?" Giovanni speaks up, breaking the coldness in the room.

"Black and Red," I have a thing for shadows and blood.

"Favorite food?" Nicolò shouts out next.

"Sushi and Rice!" Living in Japan meant Sushi is a common delicacy.

"Your favorite gun?" Alessio asked with a smile that turned upside down when releasing what he said.

"Alessio!" Multiple yells came from the other side of the room where the older Montis were chatting.

Did you guys forget I am an assassin?" My cousins had their mouths open in shock. "And don't worry, I am retiring on my birthday this year to focus more on my empire," I informed them of some of my plans while I unknowingly hit that I am a part of something bigger than an assassin.

Caleb recently told me that if I want to spend more time at BlackGuard or Nova and my family. I will have to retire something, which he suggested, The Butterfly Assassin, since I haven't done anything recently and my interest has dropped.

"Also, I prefer knives, specifically spear-point combat knives." I finished my statement, not precisely answering Alessio's question.

"An assassin!"

"Empire?"

"Elma, Neonata, I have respected your decision to open up slowly, but..." Dad took a deep breath. "We Need To Know Now." He used his Don/boss tone with a deep painful expression.

Seeing him use this tone on me, I chuckled with amusement. Standing up, titling my head up, and locking my Cobalt Blue with his. I smirked directly at Dad's face with no fear, to everyone else complete disbelief.

Does he really think that would scare me? I am The 35th Mafia Queen and The 1st Donna Of The Rose Dragons Mafia.

"Elm-" Dad tried to speak, but I was overwhelmed.

"No, I Have Tried Very Hard To Live Under You!"

Returning as The Princess to a big family of overprotective males who all just want to baby me and protect me from the world to my utter disbelief while having no clue that I am their Queen, they fear.

"You're Not The One Who Turned Numb At Six, Six Years Old!"

Spending a year with your family's enemy while they trained to be a heartless assassin.

"You're Not The One Who Got Tortured On Multiple Occasions!"

First time was from Abelino for not listening to his commands. The next few times were punishments for being too weak, doing it wrong, or not completing the goal. Another time after Abelino was when The Turkish Mafia ambushed me.

"You're Not The One Who Is Still Struggling To Show Emotion!"

To become Abelino perfect weapon and at the same time not lose emotion completely, I created an alter ego, a demon, no, a devil.

"Y-Y-You're N-Not," My tears could not stop flooding.

Now feeling something around my waist, looking up behind me, and locking my red puffy eyes with my eldest brother Dominic's eyes, which held pain. "We love you so much, Elma." I glazed around the room to find hurt and emotionless faces. "Enough to kill for you." I know they are willing to kill for me, but how far will they take it?

"I do, too," I started wiping my tears away. "And I will not stop now," I mumbled the last part, getting a reaction from the people closest to me. But right when they were gonna say something wanting a clarify. Dad shot them down quickly, not wanting to add thing anymore today.

Feeling exhausted, I close my eyes briefly while leaning into Dominic's embrace. "Principessa, it's already six p.m. Why don't you go to bed early?" Ricco kneels down at my eye level. Getting no response from me, Dominic started bouncing me, and I groaned in response, just wanting to sleep.

"Brother, I can take her." I hear Alonso's voice to my left before I fall asleep.