"Are they my brothers?" ✔️

Chapter Thirteen

Isabella Romano POV- (when they we ordering ice-cream)

       "What ice-cream do you want?" a gruff voice asked from behind the counter.

       "Hi, can I have 2 scoops of vanilla ice-cream with rainbow sprinkles?" I ordered while Adriano looked at the menu hung on the wall.

       "Can I have an ice-cream sundae with vanilla and chocolate ice-cream, oh and I want extra caramel sauce on it?" Marcello ordered while tapping his foot on the ground like a child waiting for Adriano to order.

        "Um, can I have a chocolate milkshake? Add chocolate sauce on the top please," Adriano said.

         When Adriano finished, the cashier began laughing. Before I could question why, I felt something hard hit the back of my head. The last time I heard before I fell into unconsciousness was a bunch of people standing at the same time.

Alessandro Romano POV-

       "Can you see who is the leader of the Russians is right now?" I asked Dante as Elijah continued to trace the email.

       "The email came from Moscow, Russia. I think it's from their headquarters but I'm not quite sure," Elijah explained.

        "Okay so, the leader of the Russians is Viktor Ivanov. He's the brother of Dimitri. Apparently Dimitri has a son, but he's 16, so when he turns 18 he'll take over. According to the Germans who have met him, they say he's not like Dimitri or Viktor and he's really nice and has a good heart. He also doesn't want to lead a mafia," Dante explained.

       "Can you tell Emilio he has to stay with Nonna and Nonno until we get back. Pack your bags guys, we're going make a little visit to Russia,"

Isabella Romano POV-

      I'm awakened but the sound of water dripping onto the ground. A chill runs down my spine as it reminds me of living with Katrina.

     "Bella are you there," I heard Adriano say while shaking the metal that prevents us from seeing the outside world.

     "I'm here Adri," I said tiredly, my dry throat began to close as I got flashbacks of living in the basement of Katrina's house. My palms got sweatier by the minute, I imagined Jim tugging my hair as Katrina craved her designs into me.

     "Izzy breath, breath sorella," Marcello said, I looked around the dirty cell I was imprisoned in. I was all by myself.

     "Get out of my head," I cried out, 'was I imagining Marcello and Adriano in my head,'

      "Bella you're not imagining us, we're actually here, but we're not in the same cell," Adriano explained which calmed my mind a little bit but I was still panicking.

      "Why are we in cells?" I questioned them.

      "Izzy, we got kidnapped," Marcello said, which earned him a smack in the head with a piece of dry bread Adriano found.

      "I know we got kidnapped but by who?" I asked.

      "I don't know, probably the Russians? They're the only mafia we don't have alliances with," Adriano explained.

      "Shut up!" a deep voice said as footsteps we heard getting closer to us.

       A switch was turned on and light the illuminated the room, I could see Adriano sitting in the cell opposite me and Marcello in the cell to his right.

       The footsteps stopped right in front of us and the voice was heard again.

       "Welcome children!" the voice said, "You better get comfortable in those cells because that's gonna be your new home, you are my new puppets."

        "Like hell we'll be your new puppets," Adriano spat.

        "Oh yeah?" the man retorted, "Jeff grab the girl,"

         A guy who I assumed to be Jeff, unlocked the cell's door and grabbed me by my legs, he brought me out to where the man was and sat me down on a chair which had just been placed.

        "Hella Isabella! My name is Viktor Ivanov, and I'm about to teach Adriano a lesson, okay," Viktor said with a sadist grin on his old face.

        He brought his hand down to my chin and lifted it up until I met his eyes. Mischief swirled his dark brown eyes as he removed his hand and I felt him grip my thigh.

       I shifted uncomfortably in his grasp which caused him to hold on tighter.

      "Let go of her!" Adriano pleaded.

      He finally let go but second after I felt a stinging on my cheek. He finally turned around, motioning for Jeff to come with him.

      I slouched my shoulders in relief, I looked at Adriano who began to apologize.

      After a little while the door opened again, this time a tall musculer guy walked in. He was dressed in a white shirt which was unbuttoned on the top and black dress pants.

      "What do you want?" Adriano asked as he came closer to us.

      The guy looked around Adriano's and Marcello's age. A strand of his hair fell in front of his face as I looked at him.

      "Hey, my name is Damon, and I'm not here to hurt you guys. I want to help you," he explained, coming near me.

      His dark blue eyes glistened in the little light we had in the room. He was around 6 feet tall. With every movement his muscles bulged in his shirt.

     "Okay so Alessandro is coming by tomorrow, I need you guys to do one thing for me, just follow whatever Viktor says. If you don't, something like this would happen again," Damon said, touching my cheek which was red from Viktor's slap.

      "What's in it for you?" Marcello spoke up for the first time.

       "I want Viktor dead, he has no respect for women, treats them like objects and he also sells them. I don't support that at all. When he dies, I would lead the Russians and I'd make it similar to your mafia, in ways like how you respect and treat your soldiers like family." he explained.

      "I actually like you," Adriano said looking at Damon.

      "Do you want anything in return for helping us?" Marcello asked, turning to figure out if there was a catch.

      "Hmm actually there is one thing I want," he said trailing off.

      "And that is?" Adriano's asked, getting impatient.

      "I want to go on a date with Ms Isabella here," he said, locking eyes with me.

      "Oh I'd gladly do that," I answered quickly. Marcello and Adriano eyes grew as wide as saucers as they looked at him and back at me.

      "Okay it's settled then," he said while taking his phone out of his pocket as it rang.

      When he finished his phone call which consisted of him only listening he said, "I gotta go now, please follow Viktor's requests, it'll be better for Bella,"

      When he left the room, I was bombarded with questions on why I said yes.

      "Guys you gotta admit he was hot," I said looking at them.