We headed towards a car while my bag still handing on my right shoulder.
Harry sat beside me, we both were pretty tired and honestly, i wasn't even aware of the time.
My breathing was shallow as I looked outside the window, the city looked so.. different. I Just wanted to jump out of the car and walk around the streets.
After a couple of minutes we arrived into a forest type location.
"Our father owns multiple business like resturants and buildings" spoke Harry out of no where.
I turned my gaze towards him, these weren't his multiple business but just a front for his criminal job.
I nodded at his words,
"I don't wanna sound like a shallow person but, we are rich. Whatever it is that you want, we will get it to you no matter the value. I just wish to treat you better than Micheal. I want you to have a favourite colour, the colour you want to wear dresses off, the colour I would buy you flowers off, the colour of your new phone" he smiles softly,
"That.. it really means.. alot to me, I don't know what to say-" I softly gulped, I mean, wow. Okay? Chill dude. It's not like I'm running away. Or am I?
Soon the car stops and I look outside a big ass mansion, I didn't expect anything less.
We walk outside the car and towards the house, I take a deep breath and Harry watches me before opening the door.
We are greeted with a tall old man. I guess that's my father? But why is everyone so tall?
I slowly walk in as Harry walks behind me, the old man is shook, I think he's gonna cry. Like dude grow up? Womp womp.
But after all, who am I to say?
I walk towards him as Harry walks beside me,
"Father?" I mumbled softly as I look up to him, he was quiet tall and lean. He gave off a strong and protective aura just like Harry, he smelled like roses.
"Mio amore.." he gently said, his voice had a heavy Italian accent, as he walked closer but I stepped back, as I was a bit surprised by him.
"Sorry" I mumbled in a low voice as I lowered my head,
"No, no, no darling. Its- it's okay, I understand" he smiled softly with an understanding tone and stepped back a bit,
"How have you been?" He asked softly, noticing my thin silhouette,
"Fine" I mumbled softly, my gaze still on the floor.
"We should get some rest" Harry spoke up, to avoid this awkward silence.
"Yes, of course. Go on, kids" he smiled as Harry and I walked upstairs, father remained on the ground floor, walking away.
"No need to be nervous, everyone is happy to see you" harry smiles as we look at eachother while walking in the hallway,
Just as Harry finishes his sentence, I turned around feeling a bit off. A knife. I catch it immediately before it hit my chest. The knife was sharp, causing my palm to bleed slightly. I look up to see the person who threw the knife at me.
"Logan!" Harry yells, I have never seen him so angry. It was as if he was a fireball. He took the knife away from me and saw my palm slightly bleed with a cut forming on it. He looks at me extremely worried.
"What the fuck!?" Harry yells again, this whole loud situation causes father to walk upstairs to us.
"What happened here?" Father walked in and saw my palm bleeding, a knife in Harry's hand and Harry yelling at Logan. He froze, angry and worried.
"Logan threw a fucking knife at alexis!" He yells again,
"Don't yell at me" Logan Said sternly as he scoffed with a wicked smile,
"Why so angry Harry? Worried for your little slut?" he winks at harry, father slapped him. Very hard, it was almost as if his teeth flew out but they didn't.
I flinched softly, Harry threw the knife down from his hands and inspected my cut,
Logan looked at father with his gaze lowered and suppressed anger, father turns to me, "Alexis, mio cara, I'm so sorry. I.. I didn't inform this idiot about your arrival" he apologizes,
"It's all right" I mumbled, assuring him as father gave him another smack on his head,
"What?" Logan scoffed, his wicked grin still on his face
"Alexis is your sister" father spoke, Logan's smile dropped. His face was filled with mixed emotions, guilt, concern and most of all was anger.
"What?" Logan spoke, his voice stern, "no.. it can't be" he spoke in disbelief, Harry continued to look at my cut,
"Surprise?" I look at Logan,
Logan runs a hand through his hair before looking away, "I.." he tried to speak but then stops as he looks at the cut formed on my palm. He walked towards me and took my hand away from Harry,
Harry watched him angrily. Logon pulled out a bandage from his pocket as he applied it to my palm before softly holding my hand, "I'm sorry, love. Are you okay? I feel so guilty for hurting you. How- how have you been? Are you okay? Should I get you something? I-" Logan starts but gets cut off by Harry,
"leave her" Harry speaks, breaking the bond between our hands, "let her rest you fucking.. idiot" Harry sighed softly with his teeth gritted,
"Don't go swearing around or at me" he says sternly and darkly as he turned to Harry, "I'm older than you. You bastard should have told me this before hand when you know how my nature is" he spoke darkly.
"Your nature? So you just throw knife around at girls in the house?" I ask,
He turns to me and his dark and stern look vanish, his gaze softens as he steps back from me, "I don't mean that, Alexis. I'm sorry, please forgive me." He spoke softly before being dragged away by father.
A/N: the translation was veryyyy confusing for me, so I'm sorry if there was any mistake😭🛐
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The Missing Mafia Princess
Teen Fiction[Rewrite] [The Character and the plot will be different] Alexis Miles, a 17 year old living with her step father after the death of her mother. she's a strong independent woman but being near her step father makes her nervous and fearful since he h...
