Chapter 1

*FIORELLA*

My plane has just landed in Italy, I can see out the window, the beautiful view in front of me; I am anxious to see my father again, due to his health condition, he has not been able to travel to London to see me as he would have wanted to.

I miss my family and my home; all these years away from them have made me value them more; I missed my conversations with Fabrizio, my dear brother; I had years without seeing him or talking to him on the phone.

Papa told me that he was always busy, taking care of the family business, and that is precisely the reason why I have returned, my brother will be the new head of our family, and my father assured me that I had nothing to worry about, now that Fabrizio would protect me.

When I arrived at the waiting room, I could see Fabrizio waiting for me in the distance; he was walking back and forth, talking to someone on his cell phone, quite stressed and anxious; he was speaking in Italian in a very aggressive tone.

I did not understand much of what he was talking about, although I had difficulty understanding Italian when Spanish was my mother tongue because she was from Spain.

When he saw me, he ended his call and came closer; his look was serious and intimidating; he looked at me from head to toe, and his comment left me shivering, "There is nothing left of my little sister, now you are all woman, maybe we can take advantage of that now that you are back."

"Fabrizio, what the hell! It looked like you were waiting for me to get auctioned off; I don't like that kind of joke," I said, very serious, staring at him, and he just started laughing at me.

"I'm sorry, Fiorella, I forget you don't know my black humor; you've been away so long that I must be a stranger to you."

"Of course not; you are my brother if you knew how I missed you," I said as I threw myself into his arms and gave him a tight hug.

He patted me on the back but didn't reciprocate, "Don't be so dramatic, let's go, the road to Sicily is long, and I have unfinished business."

*LORENZO*

"What do you know about Fabrizio Santelli? I heard that old Giuseppe is about to leave his position to his son, that cheater and good for nothing; I don't understand how it is possible that he is so blind to leave his family's business to him."

"Old Giuseppe was one of the most important Don, in your father's time, but with how bad his health is, he has no other choice, is to choose the useless Fabrizio or that Fiorella will be the first woman to lead a mafia business family at 18 years old and I doubt very much that she is an option for that," said Camilo, but I was very strange to hear that name.

"Fiorella?, who the fuck is she? one of his new mistresses," I said in confusion.

"I forget, you weren't aware of her family history; not many know her."

"Camilo, I run one of the most important mafias in the world since I was 18; I have businesses in different countries, if I dedicated myself to be aware of the gossip and family drama of the people around me, I would not be in the place where I am now," I said staring at him. I continued looking through the papers I had on my desk.

"Don Santelli has two children; Fabrizio is the oldest, and Fiorella is the youngest who is 8 years younger; she should be about to turn 18 now," said Camilo.

"I had never heard of her, it seems that she was like a ghost or she is so ugly and kept her hidden to prevent people from knowing or the other option is ......... ".I said with curiosity, more alert than it should be.

"Temptation in person and maybe that would be the main reason, why the old man has kept her away from everything, to avoid that some Capo would set his eyes on her, on his greatest treasure."

"Interesting!, did you ever see her in person? How beautiful she is? that he had to send her to the end of the world to protect her," I said with a sideways smile.

I looked up, not seeing any reaction from Camilo; he watched me raise his eyebrows and not say a single word.

"You have got to be kidding me!, that's the reason why the old man keeps her hidden," I said, mocking; there was no such woman capable of tempting the devil, which in this case is me.

"I'm not saying she currently is; no one has seen her in years, but I remember the last time I saw her, you asked me to keep an eye on Fabrizio because you had a suspicion that he was stealing money; In one of your casinos."

"That was 4 years ago, that day I watched as she came out of her house and was taken into a heavily guarded car and believe me it was an image that still remains in my mind, flawless blonde hair, sky blue eyes with a piercing gaze and what a body! She was 14 years old at the time and! Damn! Her beauty would bring any man to his knees for her."

"Which only confirms to me that she may be currently a goddess; too bad she's not here to confirm it."

"Not that I doubt your tastes, but I think you exaggerate in your description; I'm sure she must be pretty, but to such a level, come on! , I highly doubt it."

*FIORELLA*

Finally, I was at home; I spent the first night in my old room, the sun was coming through my window, and I got up to step towards my balcony, which had a beautiful view, the blue of the sky and the back of the sea, sleeping under the calm, before the storm. 

It was ten o'clock in the morning; I am not a person who likes to get up early, I need my time to sleep and let my beauty bloom in due time, but today I had a different feeling; I took a bath and decided it was time to explore the city and see it again in all its splendor.

My father told me that there was no need for me to have security, that it was different now, and that Fabrizio had taken care of everything; after taking an apple from the kitchen, I decided to walk around a bit and enjoy the city.

The streets were as I remembered them, the city was in full activity, you could see people crowding in the squares, not to mention the luxury cars on the island that were very common, it is no secret that most of the big mobsters flee to this corner of the world, to spend some time off.

When I arrived at the main square after walking for several hours, the afternoon was about to fall; I did not even realize how time passed so fast; I looked at the restaurant in front of the square, where my parents used to take me when I was a child.

 "La Bella Italia" was owned by the Razzo Family; the Don was an old friend of my father's. Therefore, I think there would be no problem if I stopped eating at this place.

At the restaurant entrance was a red-haired, attractive woman looking at me with a raised eyebrow; apparently, she was not like me very much.

 "Buon pomeriggio, Benvenuto a Bella Italia, lei ha una riservazione" ("Good afternoon, welcome to Bella Italia, do you have a reservation") she said in perfect Italian. I hated myself for not having continued with my classes in London.

"Mi scusi, non parlo italiano"( I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian), I told her in my lame tourist Italian.

"I'm not surprised," she mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I said, looking at her; of course, I had heard her.

"As you can see, this is an exclusive restaurant, and if you don't have a reservation, I'm afraid I can't help you," she told me with a bitch face.

I was about to turn around and leave when another waiter said something to her, and just like that, her smile faded; the red hair glanced at me and flashed me the biggest fake smile I'd ever seen in my life.

"Apparently, we have a table available right at this moment in our Vip section; follow me," she said, and I was very surprised by her change of attitude, but what the hell, I followed her, willing to enjoy my stay.

"! lucky me!" I said, smiling.

*LORENZO*

It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and I had already finished most of my work, signing the new authorizations for my new casinos; I called Camilo and asked him to meet me in one of my restaurants.

The  "Bella Italia" was my father's first business, and I have a special affection for it; I left my office and got into my Lamborghini when I arrived at the restaurant the receptionist Micaela greeted me with a huge smile, she is a rather voluptuous redhead, that I usually take to bed from time to time.

"Benvenuto signor Lorenzo" ( Welcome, Mr. Lorenzo), she said, looking quite seductive.

"Grazie Micaela" ( Thank you Micaela).

"Il solito tavolo" (The usual table) she said.

"Per favore" ( Please), I told her as I walked to my regular table; I liked to sit at one of the best tables on the terrace; it was the Vip section where I only had 3 tables. It was right in front of the main square, with a spectacular view.

When I was about to order, I saw how a hot blonde beauty was walking to the restaurant; she was wearing a blue dress that reached above her knees, revealing her long and curvy legs.

Her blonde hair was flying with the wind, and as she removed her dark glasses, I could see those sky blue eyes, which were taking my breath away.

"Who the hell are you, Principessa? I've never seen you before, and you're about to become my prey, and I'm going to be your devoted hunter. 

I got up from my seat and followed her with my eyes when she arrived at the entrance of my restaurant; I could see her better and especially her amazing body in that dress which I was willing to tear off with my own hands.

Micaela, my receptionist, was not giving her the best attitude; by the way, they were talking, I realized that she was denying her access; I smiled when I saw how that woman was not being intimidated by my employee.

I turned my head and searched for a waiter, and I called him to my table, "Angel, come here."

"Sì, signor Razzo" ( Yes, Mr. Razzo), said the young man, very respectful.

"Go with Micaela and tell her discreetly to allow the young lady to enter and that she should be seated at that table, (I pointed to the table that was a few meters away from mine), and to close the VIP area, I don't want anyone else here."

The waiter left, and as he approached the reception, I saw how he followed my instructions to the letter; Micaela looked to where I was. I nodded my head as a sign that she should not challenge me. 

A few minutes later, I saw how that hot blonde entered the VIP area and sat near me, where I could admire her without being interrupted.

At that moment, I swore to myself that no matter what I had to do, that woman would be fucking mine...