Amara's POV

I looked around cautiously.

Hugging the two closer to my chest as they cooed and moved around slightly.

I grabbed the small blanket that he had given me, wrapping it around all 3 of us, making both of them open their eyes and look up at my teary ones.

'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry'
I muttered, kissing both of their foreheads as tears fell.

They both held tightly onto the dirty white shirt that i wore, leaning their heads against my chest as i heard the door open.

Hearing footsteps approach us, i circled my arms around both of them, pulling them impossibly closer when suddenly i felt a rough hand grab my arm causing me to pull it back and look up, attempting to put on a brave face.

'Don't fucking touch me'
I voiced, however it coming out raspy being as i hadn't had something to drink for around 2 days.

'Now now little girl. You remember who's in charge'
He taunted while wearing an evil smirk that i despise.

His hands went to the two of them, trying to pull them away from me.

'Please. I'm begging you'
I screamed as tears began to fall once again.

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Gasping loudly, i sat up in the bed, holding my neck as i tried controlling my breathing.

My right hand patted the bed desperately, feeling a body next to me and it move slightly.

'Your okay. It's okay. I got you'
I heard someone mutter as they grabbed me and pulled me closer to them while tapping my wrist.

'Just focus on the taps Amara. Your okay'
The voice said, as a faint heartbeat came to one of my senses.

Minutes later, my eyes were closed while my head rested on Angelo's chest who was tapping my wrist every 2 seconds.

'I got you twinny. Your okay'
He muttered, kissing my forehead as he held my head tightly to stop me from moving.

I opened my eyes, looking around as i realized that i was in Angelo's bed, the clock red 5:27am.

After a couple of seconds Angelo spoke up.

'Your past?'
He questioned, playing with the ends of my hair.

Without saying anything, i nodded while i hugged his waist.

'You wanna talk about it?'
He asked in a soft tone. Jeez, who knew Angelo could be like this?

Do i wanna tell him? God not everything, i'll fucking scare him away. Parts? But what parts? How do i even start to explain it? Where do i start from? What if i cry when i talk about it? Who am i kidding, of course i'm gonna fucking cry. Well nobody actually does not everything about me. Axel, Gabriel and Silas know... parts but not everything. Romeo and Roman know the most, but no quite everything. I've never actually spoken or told anyone about a certain subject in my life. It's more.... sensitive i guess you could say. Will people eventually know? Of course. They'll have to know. Will they know any time soon? I fucking hope not.
Their birthday is coming up soon. Part of me wants people to know before then, or at least someone so they know what to expect and when to expect it. But the other part of me is like why should they know? You've dealt with it yourself for the past 2 years so what would change now?

'It's just.... i lost... people... when i was younger. I've never gotten over it'
I explained, in a very simple way.

'You haven't got to tell me, don't worry twinny'
He replied, moving us both so we was back under the blanket with our heads on the pillow.

'How you feeling?'
I asked, referring back to the party that we had gotten home from 2 hours ago.

'Awful, you?'
He muttered, hugging me tightly.

'Not too bad'
I said resulting him in humming in response. Moments later, his snores filled the room. They were annoying as fuck and irritating the life out of me. There's nothing i hate more than people that snore loud, except from loud eaters. Like shut your mouth when you eat. It's not fucking hard.

After a couple of seconds, i gave up. I lifted Angelo's arm up that was over my waist then literally slid off of the bed, landing on the floor.

Realizing i was only in a black t-shirt, i put on a pair of nike pros underneath and made my way downstairs to the gym.

After grabbing a few bottles of water from the fridge on the way past, i pushed open the doors to the gym only to find my grandfather in there, punching the boxing bag.

Looking at him through the mirror i have him an awkward nod and smile while making my way towards the treadmill.

Fuck sake Rose, could you be any more awkward?

Yes, if i wanted to.

That voice can fuck off, i said to myself as i increased the speed and incline as i heard my grandfather carry on doing what he was doing.

Was i watching him through the mirror and judging his every move? Absolutely.

Nearly 2 hours later, we both were still in here and i had done everything except punch the boxing bag.

Grabbing a pair of gloves, i put them on and began punching like i've been taught since i could remember.

'Don't bend your knees to much. You'll lose balance'
Domizio said as he lifted weights while watching what i was doing.

'I'm not bending them too much'
I replied, huffing.

'You are'

'Am not'

'Are too'

'Am not'

'Are too'

'Am. Not'
I snapped, turning to my left and glaring while a playful grin was visible on his face.

'Look. Turn your hips more, like that. Relax your shoulders.'
He explained, while turning my hips slightly.

'Fuck this. Put them on'
I spoke, throwing him a pair of boxing pads that were laying on the floor.

'Let's see what you got'
He muttered, putting them both on.

'1, 2'
He said quickly, making me jab then right cross.

'Nice hit'

'Whatever'
I replied to him, keeping my hands up.

'1, 2, 3'

•••

After a lot of combinations and a lot of hits, we both sat down on the bench near the weights, drinking water.

'I'm so glad that your home. We all are'
He said out of no where making me look at him.

'This family has changed so much since you have come home, it's crazy. You have no idea how much we all missed you'
He carried on, looking down at his hands that were covered in tattoos and scars scattered across them.

'Nice scars'
I voiced out of no where making him stifle a laugh.

'Fighting. That one there was actually from a gun shot'
He explained, running his finger over a large circular scar.

'Gun shot?'
I asked, playing dumb.

'Don't play dumb sweetheart. I know who you are'
He replied, still rubbing his scar slightly.

'What?'

'I know you know about the mafia. I know you know about the underground. I know you know who we are and i know your Black Rose'
He said, looking at me with a blank face.

'I'm proud of you'
He whispered, smiling at me softly.

'This scar wasn't actually from being shot in the mafia though. It was from your grandmother'
He laughed, looking back at it as i kept quiet.

'When we was 20. She was pregnant with the triplets, Enrique, Elio and Emberto. I was going on a mission and she wanted to come. Obviously i wouldn't let her so she shot me in my hand and demanded that she was. She ended up killing the man.'
He spoke, making both of us smile.

'You guys are so alike. Even when you was younger, everyone could see her in you'

'How long have you guys been married?'
I asked, smiling slightly.

'42 years.'
He replied, standing up and grabbing the empty bottles of water we had been drinking.

Fucking hell. I don't think i could be someone's girlfriend for a month let alone 42 fucking years.

'Let's get some food'
He said while nodding his head, gesturing me to follow him.

Walking into the dining room, everyone was sat eating breakfast with 2 spare seats in between my grandmother and my eldest uncle, Enrique.

Domizio walked towards Rose, kissing her cheek and then sitting down in the seat next to Enrique, leaving me to sit next to my grandmother.

Enrique eyed me as i walked around the table, intimidating me, a fucking lot. Did i show it though? Absolutely not.

I strutted around the table, sitting down next to Rose and looking at my uncle while raising my eyebrows.

'Problem?'
I asked, causing him to shake his head no.

'Hi princess'
My dad said from the seat that was on the other side of my grandmother, at the head of the table.

'Hi dad'
I screamed, waving at him dramatically.

After everyone started eating a silence fell upon the room. I was fucking itching to say that i knew about the mafia. Who knows how it was gonna go and it's not like they can be pissed at me.

'I know about the mafia'
I blurted out as i shoved half a peach in my mouth.

Hearing cutlery drop onto plates and people standing up i looked up, only to find all of the men except my grandfather glaring at Angelo.

'It wasn't fucking me'
He argued, throwing his fork on the plate.

'Well who the fuck-'
Interrupting Alfonso, my grandfather started.

'It was me. Its not like she doesn't already know who we are and what we do'

'Gee thanks'
I grumbled, glaring at him.

'What's he talking about?'
My mother said, also standing up.

'God we ain't playing musical fucking chairs, can everyone sit the fuck down'
I said, rolling my eyes.

'You can tell she's fucking british'
Hearing Xander say this, i grabbed the knife that was next to me and threw it at his head. Unfortunately it missed.

'Amara'
My father voiced, making me slump back in my seat.

'He's a fucking dick who needs to know his place'
I replied, tapping my hand on the table.

'Can we back up? How does Amara know about the mafia anyway?'
Jacob asked, looking around.

'She's Black Rose'
Hearing my grandmother say this, everyone stopped.

'Your her? She's you? Jesus'
I heard people mutter.

'I'm her, she's me. Get over it. Let's eat now'
I spoke, picking up the other half of my peach and putting it all in my mouth.

10 minutes later, we was all eating again. My grandmother kept glancing at me.

'Хороший шрам.'
—Russian—(Nice scar)
She said, looking at the star shaped scar on my hand.

Of course they fucking taught her Russian, they did the same to me.

'Спасибо. Я слышал, что вы сделали с папой, когда вам было 20. Я впечатлен.'
—Russian—(Thanks. I heard what you did to papa when you guys were 20. I'm impressed)
I replied, smiling at her as she kept a blank face.

'Devi essere tu il responsabile quando sei in una relazione piccola star.'
——(You gotta be the one in charge when in a relationship little star)
She explained, switching from Russian to Italian so the others could understand. I nodded, looking at her.

'Tu hai il fidanzato?'
——(You got boyfriend?)
She asked, smirking at me. I guess her english isn't that good.

'20, in realtà.'
——(20, actually)
I voiced, mirroring her expression.

'Madre.'
——(Mother)
I heard all of my uncles say, making her roll her eyes.

'È mia nipote. È mio diritto sapere chi sarà il padre dei miei pronipoti.'
——(She's my granddaughter. It's my right to know who's going to be the father to my great grandchildren.)

'mai'
——(Never)
Elio muttered, glaring at her.

'Vuoi dei bambini vero, figlio mio?'
——(You want children right, my child)
She questioned, winking at me.

No.

'Sì. 8)
——(Yes. 8)
Since when?

'Sul mio cadavere c'è mia figlia che si sta per fidanzare.'
——(Over my dead body is my daughter getting a boyfriend)
My father stated, looking at me and then his mom.

Key phrase. A boyfriend. I'll just get 2.

'È una puttana, probabilmente ne ha già una.'
——(She's a whore, she probably already has one.)
Xander murmured, making me roll my eyes.

'Siamo stati su questo Xander. Mi piace essere degradato.'
——(We've been over this Xander. I like being degraded)
I spoke while standing up and moving in between my grandfather and eldest uncle.

'Vedi, sei una fottuta troia.'
——(See, your a fucking slut)
He grumbled, standing up. I reached towards Enrique's knife, picked it up and went to throw it until my hand was caught in a tight grip.

'Siediti principessa.'
——(Sit down princess)
Enrique muttered, his strong Italian accent showing.

There's something about this male that scares me. I don't know if it's because his face is completely covered in scars however there's tattoos covering them or how fucking tall he is. He easily towers over me, just like all of my other uncles, my father and grandfather.

'Can you tell him to stop calling me a whore'
I whined, looking at Enrique and then Elio and Alfonso who were sitting next to him.

'Smettila di chiamare puttana tua sorella, altrimenti impedirò a tutte le tue amiche di entrare in questa casa.'
——(You stop calling your sister a whore, or else i'll stop all of your girlfriends coming inside of this house)
All 3 of them said, looking towards Xander making him put his head down and my brothers snort.

It's that easy? God, i could've done that.

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