Arabella Sophia Cara Ferrari was just three years old when she was sent to a boarding school for her 'protection'. What the Ferrari's didn't know was what went on inside the boarding school. Years later, she escapes and changed her name and moves to...
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Arabella Cattaneo POV
Rio and I exchanged a look. This man had to be in the Italian Mafia. His accent, the name of the next don, the way he didn't react at the gun and disarmed me, the way he looked a bit like me.
"I don't have a brother." I gripped the black knife under my short silk black dress, ignoring the harsh wind swaying in the cold NYC air.
"You were three, I don't expect you to remember anything." The Italian man said, same shade of green with small bits of blue and yellow near the center.
Just like my eyes.
His suit was looking as clean as Mattias'. That says a lot considering Mattias is a bit of a clean freak.
Rio's body stepped forward, "Weren't you three when you were admitted into the academy?"
He said it so low that only the two of us could hear.
I nodded, still staring at the man in front of me.
"I need you to come back, you can even leave when you turn eighteen in a few months, just please come home." He pleaded, a longing look in his eyes.
I didn't want to leave my current family for my biological family that left me at hell when I was only three.
Just give it a try, Arabella.
Why do they want me back anyways?
You can leave whenever. You left a secured school.
Do you really want to leave your actual family?
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Plus, if he was in the mafia, I could gather intel because these hoes messed with the Spanish Mafia.
"First of all, we take a DNA test, sure we have similar features, but I don't know you and don't trust you. Second, let me discuss this with my family." I watched as he slightly flinched at the word 'family', nodding his head and taking out a piece of paper, writing a number down and handing it to me.
"Please, give us a shot." Marcelo sent me a small smile, motioning us to his matte black SUV, seeing as our car was currently damaged too much to actually drive.
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We watched as the SUV drove back, he dropped us off at my penthouse, not wanting to bring him to the house.
"So, tomorrow at 1 pm, you have to meet up with him to take a DNA test and you might go to live with them." Rio concluded as I flopped on my huge couch.
"I don't know, Rio, what if it's a mistake to go back? Shouldn't I just stay here?" I yawn, tired and wanting to go to sleep with Seb.
"I mean, if I knew my biological family, I would definitely give the, a chance." He shrugged, picking up a book from the small library in our hallway.
