The Mafia's Own

Chapter 4

Sophie's Pov

As we approached the men, I made an effort to avoid giving anyone my whole attention for more than a moment out of concern that they may interpret it incorrectly. As we passed them, they all looked at us, still towering and menacing, but Tessa didn't seem to mind.

The two men who were standing farthest to the left of the other men were the ones who Clara pulled me toward. The two most menacing men in the company. And among them was the man Ethan warned me not to look at, but holy crap, up close, that man was even more beautiful.

His gaze trailed behind me, and for some reason I was afraid to approach him. The intensity of his stare made my heart race a little bit. I had conflicting thoughts about him because he checked me out without even trying to hide it. I looked away from the man positioned beside him. The dude resembled a tank in size! He resembled The Rock in every way since he was very tall and extremely muscular. If he was, it wouldn't surprise me.

“Sophie, meet my fiancé, Luca." She gave Tank Man a gesture. With his closely cropped hair, dark brown eyes, firm jawline, faint stubble, and numerous tattoos, he was actually fairly attractive. and really tall. Or maybe I was simply really short. Since I was just 5'2", it was most likely the latter, which explains why I wore heels most of the time. In order to look at him, I even had to slightly raise my head.

"It's nice to meet you." I gave him a smile and extended my hand to shake his. With a bored expression on his face, he glanced down at my hand and shook it.

Oh my. Isn't that absolutely beautiful?

"And this is his older brother, Richard." She gestured toward the man who was standing next her fiancé. The one I'd spent too much time staring at. The person who reminds me of my idealized superman, the one whose stare looked at me with such intimidation and other qualities.

Oh my, he's so hot...

and appearing menacing.

Tank Man and Richardo had similar heights, but Tank Man had wider shoulders than Richardo. With his grayish-blue, lifeless eyes staring at me, Richardo was undoubtedly much more menacing than Tank Man, despite the fact that Tank Man was, well, like a tank.

I felt like taking a sip.

"Pleasure to meet you." Even though I was afraid of him, I smiled at him and extended my hand to shake his. Fortunately, he grasped my hand in his big one instead of staring at it and for a long time.

Richardo uttered “Sophie" as though he were trying out my name. When he spoke my name, a chill went down my spine. What? His voice surprised me by being so rich and deep. If you may use that phrase, this man was truly unearthly. And it was the whole extent of his mad beauty.

"Yup, that's me." I produced a small grimace and shuddered in my head as I stated that out. Clara snorts, "Of course I would look foolish in front of what was probably the sexiest man I had ever seen."

Richardo turned to face Tank Man, aka Luca, just a little bit, and they seemed to be speaking without exchanging words. Luca turned to face Clara, grabbed her by the waist, and began to go, because whatever it was. Clara gave me a sharp look as she peered over her shoulder. I turned to see that the other males had vanished as well.

Alright, so... Do I also have to go now?

Bewildered, I spun around once more and looked directly at Richardo, who was staring at me. He extracted a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. I declined his offer of a packet as he held it out to me.

"Ah No, thank you." I smiled tightly, perplexed by the whole thing. Gazing into my eyes, he raised the packet up to his mouth and took a cigarette between his lips.There was something extremely hot about the way he performed it.

"So, Sophie." Richardo took a deep drag from his cigarette and spoke while doing so.

"You look awfully well for someone who died a few years ago." Speaking inanely, he smoked.

I, what?

"I'm sorry, what?" I gave him a small shake of my head as though I misheard.

"Your file says you are dead." He blasted the smoke directly into my face while speaking as though it were the most natural thing to say. I scowled at him and disgustingly waved the smoke away from my face.

That's not possible? What subject is he discussing?

"Uh... I think you have me confused for someone else." I laughed awkwardly.

"On November 3rd, 19-year-old Sophie Riva was born. Currently between two and three years old, having died immediately in a vehicle accident on New Year's Eve three years ago," he remarked nonchalantly as he took another long suck from his cigarette.

My face dropped when I learned about myself. What is this wonderful man talking about, and how did he know my entire name?

I looked at him bewildered, saying, "I have no idea what you are talking about, maybe different Sophie."

Moreover, Riva is not my name. Montague is it. Significant distinction. I'm very sure I'm not dead, therefore you must think I'm someone else. As in evidently." I was actually standing in front of him, so I made a tiny gesture to myself.

"Obviously." My gaze followed the cigarette bud as he flicked it away as he finished. When I turned to face him again, he was examining every inch of me, focusing on the necklace that was tucked in between my breasts. I instinctively took a step back when Richardo's hand came out to touch my necklace, but I instantly stopped when his severe gaze fixed me on mine and warned me not to move.

"However, you are wearing the Volante heirloom around your neck." I stroked my jewelry out of habit and unintentionally touched his hand. His hand slipped up to hold my chin as he walked closer to me, making my heart race. He lifted it slightly upwards so I could meet his gaze, and I swallowed hard. My eyes widened as his face leaned closer to mine, perhaps preparing for a kiss. However, Richardo abruptly shifted his head to the side and came to rest near my ear.

"Makes me wonder why your father is hiding you from me." His voice had a deep tone that made my spine tingle.

Richardo took a small step back and put his hand down by his side. I released a breath that I was unaware I was holding. He peered behind me and gave whoever was there a nasty grin, which made me cringe. His expression made my body tingle with fear.

So lethal.

I needed to get out of his way as quickly as possible.

I turned back with the intention of leaving, but as soon as I saw my father, I stopped dead in my tracks. He gave me an angry look.

"Papa." I let out a breath.

Seeing him in front of me was strange because we hadn't seen each other since, well, when my mother took me and ran. I missed him even though he didn't make an effort to stay in touch.

I mean, he was my dad.

"What are you doing here!?" My father gave me a fierce, angry-looking hiss.

My heart fell.

I think the feelings weren't shared by both parties.

"I'm here for sightseeing the vogue modelse what else?" I smiled mischievously. I knew it was impolite of me to speak to him in that manner. However, his response made me feel attacked and hurt, which triggered my protection mechanism. Whenever I was hurt, I had a great want to be snarky.

Is he truly unwilling to see me?

I gave him a scowl in return, but then I saw that everyone else in the room had turned to gaze at us. Wasn't that absolutely beautiful? They were all watching an awkward father-daughter reunion. It was obvious he didn't want me there, and it was awful.

Excellent, so the worst-case scenario was realized.

I was going to walk away, pushing my emotions aside with a cross of my arms, when Ethan's tight shape moved forward to stand in front of my father, acting as a bodyguard.

Someone grabbed my waist and shoved me against their side. I made a sound of astonishment at the unexpected move, and when I twisted a little, I saw that Richardo was the one holding me tightly.

“Marco, such a lovely gem you've been hiding." He was speaking in Italian. My dad looked at Richardo, his fist clenched. But in return, he simply c****d his head to the side, that sinister grin still clinging to his lips.

“Ethan, take Sophie away from here." My dad gave a stern command. I screamed at the gun in Richardo's palm before Ethan could move an inch.

"Holy f*****g shitttt!" When Richardo drew a gun and pointed it at Ethan, I yelled. My chest began to pound fiercely as my heart began to beat rapidly and loudly. I made an attempt to free myself, but he held me tightly.

"Don't even think about it." While he pressed me against his side to keep me from fleeing, he spoke to Ethan. If he hadn't grabbed me so tightly, my legs would have given out. Ethan attempted to seize me once more, but before he could move an inch, a gunshot sounded, causing me to scream.

"I won't f*****g miss your head if you move one more time." Richardo said in a tone that was dangerously low.

"Do you guys have the movie on film?What the devil is going on in this situation?I shouted.

My knees were getting weaker by the second, and my heart was pounding hard against my chest. I looked at Ethan, who was already staring at me with a clenched jaw, my eyes as big as possible. My father appeared to be struggling with something inside his thoughts as he evaluated the circumstances, as I could see by looking at him.

God!? I should have accepted that damn drink!