Mirabella

My knees felt weak as I heard that word.. What happened to puto?

I swing opened the door to which they flinched..

"What happened to Puto? "

I asked and I felt my mouth bittering, thinking they hid the matter..

"Principessa.. "

"I won't repeat my question.. No beating around the bush! I want straight and honest answer.. "

I warned them.. I could see everyone tensing up.. And couldn't help but think the worse.. Is he gone? Like mom?

My eyes teared up.. First I lost mom and couldn't meet her for the last time.. I wished I didn't play soccer that day and didn't got late.. Maybe I could see her last time.. But now Puto? I'll never forgive myself if something happened to him.. When I literally left him there all alone..

"No no no.. "

Dante approached me and made me sit down..

"Nothing like that happened! He is healthy and in better hands.. By gone, we meant he isn't in DC anymore.. "

I felt instant relief hearing him.. But what does he mean by not in DC? Where is he then? With whom?

"Where is he then?! "

I panicked.. What is Damon got a hold of him? What if he took him and torture him just so he could see me in pain..

"With his parents.. "

Dad said and I shook my head..

"No no no! This can't happen!! He can't go with Damon!"

I yelled which shocked them.. I panicked more as the memories of Damon torturing him flooded my head.. His face when he smiled so dirtily at me, seeing how much it pained me..

"Damon is not his father Mira.. "

I looked at Dante who was kneeled in front of me.. I looked around and they were serious meaning what he said was true..

"But.. "

"Neither mom is his biological mother.... Neither your half brother.. "

I gasped.. No... They are lying to cut me off from him..

"I don't believe you! I have been with him since birth! Mom said-"

"Did she said she is your biological brother? Ever? "

I was cut off by dad.. I thought.. No.. Mom never specifically said he was my biological brother but said he is my brother..

"She.. No.. but-"

"You were there when he was born? "

I shook my head.. Mom had sent me away for a trip to Europe.. She said that it was necessary that I go there.. I protested at first, refusing to leave her alone with Damon but she insisted..

"I was away for 5 months.. He was already born when I returned... "

I admitted truthfully.. But why did mom do that? what could be the reason?

"Exactly.. She wasn't pregnant.. She just raised someone else's son.."

I see no reason for mom to do this.. She could have kids with Damon or left him for better.. But she purposely made him stay and trapped him with a child?

"Peter is with his actual biological parents.. Isabella had made it clear that if something happens to her and after her if Damon refuses to take care, his biological parents can take him away.. "

I just stared down.. My head messed up from the information.. All this time he wasn't even my brother?

First I found out that I had father and freaking 5 brothers, then I have a huge extended family and all of them are blue blooded rich, and now whom I knew as my brother is actually my brother.. I feel pathetic of my own life..

"Is there any other bomb you want to throw at me? Is there anything else?! And who the heck are his actual family?! "

I asked being frustrated..

They all gave me a stare and I knew there are more..

"It's George and Michelle De Vonn.. "

De Vonn? That's Peter's last name.. I asked mom many time why she picked that name.. She always brushed me off saying that's the name chosen for him.. that's the least she can do.. Damon argued but living under our house payed him no hearing..

"Who are they? "

I asked being curious.. Mom isn't gonna pick up a random baby like that..

"George was my right hand and Michelle was your moms personal maid.. And the very people who helped your mom to run away.. "

I looked at dad shocked.. I could see the hatred in his eyes.. He sounded bitter about them...

"Did she ever mentioned them? "

Vincent asked and I shook my head.. I never heard her saying those name..

"No.. We never stayed in one place.. We traveled the world until we settled in DC.. "

Now it clicked me.. We weren't travelling but running from this place to another.. Now I realize why she used to double check everything.. She would look anxious while we were out.. I always thought it was a single mom being paranoid..

I remember how she never said that I didn't have a father or if he left us.. She just never answered.. Also when I used to say that I want big brothers like others.. She used to just look sad and sometimes shed a few tears.. Was she thinking that she actually had sons but hid them from me..

"We weren't travelling.. We were running and hiding.. From you? "

I looked at dad who had a pained expression.. Maybe the question was too direct but mom deliberately kept me away from him.. Until the day she died..

"What happened between you two? Why she ran away? "

I asked and didn't looked away..

"If I knew.. I would have done everything to fix it for her.. I would be on my knees in front of her.. But she just left.. No confrontation, no explanation.. Nothing.. One day I returned and she was gone.. She didn't even tell me she was 4 month pregnant with you.. I never knew you existed.. "

He said and my mouth opened in shock.. He never knew about me? All this while I thought that he just didn't care about me.. After all he had 5 sons to run the linage.. Why would he need a daughter.. Mom's mumness on this matter proved my thoughts.. But now I am learning that he never knew?

"What would you do if you knew? "

Dante already moved away and I was facing dad only.. This conversation was much needed and they knew it..

"I would have turned world upside down just to find you.. Break every limit to just hold you in my arms forever... But I.. I never knew.... "

He said every word so sincerely that it reached directly to my heart..

"Why are you sure that I am your daughter? We never did a DNA test to prove it.. "

When I found out that I have a father, I thought that I would go through triple check to make sure that it was right.. But that never happened.. He came and took me along with him..

He smiled at me..

"That hair, nose, eyes... Your sole name is prove that your my own.. I don't need a DNA to prove that you're my daughter.. And I trust Isabella.. No matter what.. She is... "

He stopped.. Words stopping in his mouth and he looked around at his sons who nodded at him..

"She is still my wife.. "

I sobbed as I couldn't hold back anymore.. I threw myself at him and clinged to his neck..

"Why everything is hard papa... "

I felt him froze before he pulled me away and cupped my face..

"What did you call me? "

I blinked at him..Did I said the word out loud? I always wanted to call him papa.. But seeing my brothers calling him dad stopped me.. I thought I'll be the weirdo for calling him papa..

"Papa... ? "

I said in confusion cause I can't tell if he is happy or sad or disappointed.. He just stared at me.. Just stared while cupping my face with both hands..

"Say it again.. "

He demanded, now his voice more rough.. I felt scared that I pissed him off the very moment we amended..

"Um... Papa.. "

I said and if this pisses him off then I'll not call him that again!

He narrowed his eyes and squeezed my cheeks further..

"You little one.. How did you spied on my heart?! "

He said dramatically and slammed my face in his chest..

"You don't know how happy I am.. . "

He said and still held it in that position.. Was he planning to kill me? Because I am feeling oxygen cutting ties with me..

"Umm.. Dad? You may release your grip on our baby sister.. "

I heard Ezaikel say and if not being pressed to dad then I would have gasped and pulled his leg.. He really was calling me his baby sister? Once is a blue moon thing..

"Oh.. "

Dad said and let go of his hold on me and I breathed finally..

"I feel so so betrayed.. . Dad? How could you? I was spanked because I called you dada.. and she calls you papa? And you're loving it.. How could you be so cruel to us! "

Vincent gasped dramatically and clutched his heart while holding onto Antonio who rolled his eyes.. Is he always this dramatic? Who gene is it? "

"Are you my daughter? No right? So fuck off boy! "

Dad flipped him off but Vincent acted as if he was shot..

"You little dramatic ass! Keep your ass stitched while talking to your capo.. "

I giggled as he playfully told him off but my smiled dropped and my head snapped to him.. .

Capo is the term used for mafia bosses.. I told you I travelled Europe and that meant I knew alot of languages.. That's why I knew what nick names they were calling me.. Also thank the mafia fiction I read..

"What do you mean by capo? "