The Mafia's Angel

Chapter 8 - Amara's POV

I froze when I heard the name of Antonio's daughter. I don't know why but I have a million thoughts going through my head. The main thought is I can't be his daughter right? I mean, I always wondered why I never looked like my parents, my mom has blonde hair, or should I say had.

Is that the reason why they want me to stay? Because I have the same name as his daughter and their sister? That has to be the only reason. I have parents, yes, I know my father isn't much of a father to be beating and abusing his daughter, but he's still my father.

I didn't realise Antonio was speaking to me until Enzo squeezed my hand and brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and he nodded towards Antonio. My head turned to him "are you okay Tesoro?" he asked me, concern lacing his voice and his brows furrowed. I slowly nodded and looked at the rest of the boys in the room, noticing all eyes are on me and they all had the same facial expression, worry, concern, and fear.

Why do they seem afraid?

"Do you have a picture of Amara?" I questioned, nervously. I don't understand why I'm so nervous to see a picture of her. Maybe because I don't want to hurt the boys by them seeing a picture of their little sister and bringing back bad memories for them. Yes, that has to be the reason.

Antonio nodded his head, and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He reached inside and pulled out a small picture and handed it over to me with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. I looked down and my face went pale once I saw the little smiling girl, she looks just like me when I was young. This can't be me. I wasn't kidnapped, my mother gave birth to me. I'm a Coleman, not a Romano. I'm American, not Italian.

"She looks like me" was the only thing that would come out of my mouth, and it was only a small whisper. I looked up at Antonio again, to see his eyes glistening with unshed tears once again. He nodded again with a small smile on his face, reaching into his wallet once again and pulling out another picture, handing it over to me.

With furrowed brows, I reached for the photo and closed my eyes briefly before opening them again and staring down at the picture in my shaky hands. My mouth dropped open once I saw the beautiful woman in a white wedding dress, smiling wide and looking into the eyes of her husband, Antonio.

I looked into his eyes "is this Sophia?" he nodded, a lone tear slowly sliding down his cheek.

"Yes, that's Sophia, my wife and the boy's mother" he assured.

"Why do I look just like her?" I am terrified to hear the response that I know is going to be said.

"We think you are my daughter and their sister"

My hands were shaking more than before, which I didn't think was possible. My hands were sweaty, and I knew I looked so pale as if I had just seen a ghost. Enzo reached for my hand and held it tight and Romeo held my other hand. I looked at Romeo and Matteo who were both sharing the sofa we were sitting on, only to see tears in both their eyes. Romeo was beside me and Enzo, and Matteo was beside him.

I looked across from us where Antonio, Sandro, Leo and Gio were all sitting, to see tears in their eyes too. Sandro gave me a small smile. "So what happens now? How will we find out if I'm your daughter?" I asked Antonio. I needed to know now if I was his daughter. They needed to know if I'm the little girl that was taken from them many years ago.

"If it's okay with you, we need a DNA test. It's just a blood test from you and dad and we can send it off to the lab and wait for the DNA results to come back. It usually only takes a few days" Leo answered with a reassuring smile, which I hesitantly returned. But there was one more question that terrified me.