"Are they my brothers?" ✔️

Chapter Nine

Isabella Romano POV (the next day)

        I opened my eyes, squinting them after a couple seconds from the sunlight that poured into my room. Sighing I sat up on my bed, tracing the scars on my lower arms while finding some motivation to get out of bed.

         I stood up and walked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. When I was done showering, I stood in front of the mirror staring at the words carved into my thighs.

        Unshed tears burned my eyes as I relived the memories of my past, tracing the words 'mistake' and 'slut' I could almost hear them taunting me.

        I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts when a knock on my door snapped me out of it.

        Wrapping myself on my fluffy towel I opened the door to find Alessandro outside.

        "Bella can u get dressed, I'm taking you out for lunch," he said.

        "Lunch-? Isn't it still early?" I questioned.

        "It's 11:30am," he said.

        "Oh-" I replied, scolding myself for taking so long in the shower, "I'll be down in like 10 minutes,"

        "Okay," he said before going downstairs.

         I quickly went into my closet and found an outfit which looked fairly cute.

Bella's outfit-

         I walked downstairs to find Alessandro sitting at the kitchen island on his laptop, probably doing work.

         "Hey, I'm ready," I said, making him turn around to face me. He nodded his head and closed his laptop leading me to the garage door.

         Instead of the usual Urus, we took a custom Lamborghini Aventador.

        "Can I play the music?" I asked, taking my phone out.

        "Sure Bella," he said, giving me the aux. I played 'Into it' by Chase Atlantic, and got comfy in my seat.

        To my surprise, Alessandro started humming the song. After a while, we pulled up in front of a restaurant named 'La mia farfalla.'

       As we walked in together, all the female workers greeted Alessandro and stared at me with envy and disgust. A man guided both of us to a table that was in another room.

         We both sat down, and I skimmed through the menu looking to see if they had chicken alfredo, which was one of my favorite foods ever. Nothing compares to it, at all.

          The man soon came back and Alessandro surprisingly ordered the same thing as me. When the guy left, Alessandro cleared his throat, making me snap my head to face him.

         "I didn't just bring you here for lunch, I wanted to tell you the truth about everything Bella," he said trailing off.

         "I'm all ears," I said, waiting for him to continue.

         "So let's just cut to the chase, we're the Italian Mafia," he said, sounding like it wasn't all he wanted to say.

        "Actually? That's so cool," I said, wanting to ask one specific question.

        "I know you wanna ask something, go ahead," he ask wanting me to continue.

        "Do you do erm.. trafficking?" I asked warily.

        "No, we don't, it's not fair for women and children to be kidnapped from the homes or the streets to be sold," he explained.

        "Oh okay," I said, sighing in relief.

        "How do I explain this easily," he said most likely to himself, "So I'm actually not your brother,"

        "Huh-? Are we related then?" I asked, sounding extremely confused.

        Taking a deep breath he said, "Yes we are, I'm your dad." My eyes were like flying saucers, as I took in the information that was told to me.

        "Actually? Then why did I get sent away," I asked.

       "Yes actually," he relied with a small smile, "So since we're the mafia we were getting threats when you were 2 years old from the Germans saying how they'd kidnap you and sell you off,"

       "So you sent me away so I wouldn't have been kidnapped?" I questioned trying to understand what happened.

        "Basically yes, it wasn't my idea though, my dad (Romero) came up with the idea, saying it would be safer for you to live with your mother," he continued, "Elijah and I both tried to fight him on the idea knowing you would've been safer with us but he still sent you off,"

       "Do I have to call you dad now-?" I asked, thinking about everything that had just been revealed to me.

        "You can, only if you're comfortable doing so, you can also call me Alex like Adriano," he said as the waiter walked towards us carrying 2 plates.

        Nodding my head, I started eating my food. When we were done, we both engaged in conversation as we drove back home.

      "You wanna watch a movie with me?" Alex asked as he opened the front door.

      "Sure, I'll go have a shower first though," I replied before going up to my room. As I shower I thought about everything Alex told me today, from the mafia to him being my dad.

       I put on sweats and knocked on his room door waiting for him to open the door.

        He opened the door silently telling me to come in. I got in the bed which was even more comfy than mine, and turned on the 60 inch TV which was on the wall opposite the bed. Alessandro's room was all black and grey.

       He sat down next to me as the movie Aladdin began playing on the TV. Around 1 hour into the movie my eyes began to droop, getting closer to what I thought to be a pillow I closed my eyes. Before being welcomed into the darkness I heard a deep chuckle and Alessandro whispered, "I missed you so much bambina."