The Mafia's Own

Chapter 5

Leave her out of this." My father said with a furious look on his face. "Why should I? You're the one hiding her, Marco." Richardo challenged him with a smirk on his lips. "She has nothing to do with anything!" My father yelled at him. "Now, now." Richardo chuckled a little, completely unfazed. "I'll be the judge of that." He pulled me in front of him. I felt like I was like facing The Devil himself as I looked at his grayish blue eyes that looked so deadly right now. He leaned in, his face was so close to mine that if I moved, we would bump heads. I gulped as I looked at him with wide eyes, scared of what he might do to me. "We'll have a little chat together soon, okay?" His eyes looked intently into mine as he ran a thumb along my jaw. I couldn't talk. I couldn't even breathe. I just stared at him wide-eyed while my heart was beating like crazy. What was I supposed to say anyway? Tea or coffee? I was pretty sure he preferred blood. And I could only hope it was not mine he was after. He leaned back, winked at me, and turned to walk away. I let out a breath and my weak legs finally gave up under me, making me stumble ,arms wrapped around me before I could hit the ground. I turned around to see Ethan had managed to grab me in time. "Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" He frantically asked as he looked around at my face. Instead of answering him, I looked around, confused as to what just had happened. Just then I noticed how both Richardo's men and my father's men had their guns drawn out but were slowly tucking them away when nothing happened. But they were still cautious, sizing each other up. "Sophie!" Ethan called my name sternly. I whipped my head to face him again, he looked me in the eyes waiting for an answer. He looked so serious and it made me quickly answer him. "I'm okay." My voice was barely audible. Physically, I was pretty much okay. Mentally? Like what ai witnessed just now!! I probably needed to talk to a therapist and tell them that I had just met The Devil himself and that I was probably going to be traumatized for life. "Ethan, take Sophie to my office." Ethan didn't hesitate one bit and pulled me closer to him and started to walk back to the mansion. I was slowly coming out of my daze when I realized that Ethan was walking fast and was practically carrying me inside. Damn, he is strong too. Nice. "You can let me walk now, I'm okay," I reassured him when we got inside the mansion. He loosened his grip on me a little but he was still holding me close and led the way to my father's office. In my father's classic office I plopped down on the couch and started to slightly massage my temples as I felt a headache coming through. My thoughts were not helping one bit as they were running a thousand miles per second. What in the world just happened there? One moment we were shaking hands and the next people are trying to shoot each other. It gave me a friendly reminder of who these people truly are. Ethan went to the minibar that was incorporated into the wall and took out a water bottle. He sat on the coffee table in front of me as he handed me the bottle. "Thanks." "I gave him a small smile and took a big sip. "You good?" He leaned forward a bit and rested his forearms on his thighs. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm just so confused right now." I groaned and leaned back on the couch. Before Ethan could say anything back, the door opened, and my father walked in. Both Ethan and I stood up and watched him as he walked to the front of his desk. He leaned against it as he faced me with a furious expression on his face. "Do you have any idea of what kind of trouble you have put yourself into for coming here lady?" My jaw dropped open. "How the hell have I caused any trouble by showing up?" I exclaimed. "Watch your language." He firmly said, and I scowled at him. "Ohhh Besides, I should be the one asking questions because that man, Richardo , said some really creepy stuff about me out there." I crossed my arms across my chest and eyed him suspiciously. Because even though the last name was off,he knows my full name "Sophie" and i just hate that name ,i feel like granny from 80's and nobody call me by my full name but Sophie,and everything else was correct. And as much I would like to think it was coincidental, deep down I knew it wasn't. Something fishy was going on here. "Why did he call me Volante, hmm? And why in the world did he say that I have died three years ago?" My eyes narrowed as I looked at him suspiciously. My father closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was trying to protect you, figlia(daughter) But I'm afraid I have done more harm than good." He sighed and looked at me again. "Protect me from what?" I uncrossed my arms as I started to get worried. Should I be scared for my life? Move to a different country and change my name to fifo? But I was pretty sure I didn't look like a Fifo. "I don't want you to get involved in this mess, but since he already knows you're well and alive, there's no point to hide this from you." He walked over to the minibar, poured himself a drink, and gulped it down in one go. I looks like lost puppy, Still confused as to what in the world was going on.I waited for him to elaborate. My father motioned for me to sit on the couch, and he sat on the other in front of me. Ethan moved to stand next to the couch with his hands in his pockets, listening. "I'm only going to tell you what you need to hear. I faked your death when we started the business with Famiglia di Donavanos. At first, things went smoothly but then things took a turn and it looked bad. A war almost started, and the last thing I wanted for them to do is to find you. So, I faked your death." He casually shrugged and I looked at him dumbfounded. "Wait - What?!" I shrieked. "But he said Sophie Volante. That part still doesn't make sense to me. I'm a Celano." This whole situation really didn't make any sense to me. I was supposed to be dead? What the actual f-duck? "Celano is a name your mother and I decided for you both to have so people couldn't track you down easily. I never gave you the Volante family name because I want to protect the only daughter I have." My father said firmly. Ah.. So, that was what he meant by I was causing trouble. Made sense now. But in all fairness, how was I supposed to know that? "I couldn't risk you going around and introducing yourself as Volante. Word would spread around, and he'd find you in no time to get what he wants." He sighed and I put my head in my hands as the headache started to increase. This was a lot to take in. I was given so much information and I had a million questions to ask. "So..." I trailed off, my head still in my hands. "Does that mean I'm in any kind of danger now? Should I be worried,should I go to south korea and do some plastic surgery,?they work damm well tho" I faced my father again, and I was pretty sure I looked like a lost child now. If my father had faked my death then that meant that man was truly dangerous. I knew something was off with him. He was too gorgeous and too sexy to be a normal.sane.man. My father snort but his eyes softened. "You don't have to worry about anything. This is why Clara is getting married into the family. It's for assurance for both families" I abruptly stood up as he said that. They were just giving Clara off as if she were some kind of a peace offering? "What?! That's f****d up!" I erupted in disbelief. This must be one sick joke he was making. It had to be!