The secret life of a Mob Princess

Chapter Two

The chill of the New York air matched the ice-cold tension radiating off Isabella as she slid her Prada sunglasses on to hide her eyes, removing the last shred of viability to her humanity. Her plump lips forming into a straight line as she managed a stoic and expressionless face. Remaining silent, Isabella slowly rose out the car whilst clutching at her Birkin purse and her iPhone in her other hand. Her eyes glanced around the concrete jungle from behind the shades.

“Hey, look... it ain’t so bad. There’s a pizza place just across from here, a few nice bars, restaurants.” Anthony gestured around whilst closing the car door in an attempt to squeeze some sort of response out of her. 

“We had them back home.” Muttered Isabella under her breathe, barely audible to Anthony. She was less than impressed, nothing could sell this place to her.  Isabella glanced at the impressive townhouse on the end of the street, her arms wrapping around her front whilst she was ushered up the steps to a set of large black doors and let inside.

The inside was breathe-taking but cold, the marble hallway leading up to a grand set of stairs which seemed to go on and turn upward at least four stories. A chandelier hung in the centre, something Isabella knew her father didn’t pick out himself. The house seemed empty and lacked any evidence of their family, not even a single picture, as if her father had let someone else design and furnish the house. 

Anthony returned with the last of her bags. “It’s something, ain’t it? The sale closed on this just after Ca... just the other week.” He coughed awkwardly, his cheeks burning as he realised his mistake. 

“After Uncle Carlo died” said Isabella finishing Anthony’s sentence but refusing to comment on the new house, it was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.“Your father said to tell you he’ll be back late tonight. He had an unexpected meeting come up, you know, business.”

Her heart sank. She knew they’d fought over her having to move in town due to his work commitments but she never expected he wouldn’t be there to greet her when she arrived. 

“Fine. You can bring my bags to my room and leave, I’m tired.”