25. The Fvcking Devil

Sofia's POV

I relaxed my back against the dining chair and tilt my head upwards to see the dazzling crystal chandelier above me while thinking about my recent conversation with Mr. Pompous.

At first, I was shocked at how he knows that I'm called Princess and all I could do was play around and confirm if he knew about my true identity.

If he knows that I'm the wanted daughter of the late Di Marco Mafia Don in Italy whose fame spread across North America, he won't ask this question.

Probably sell me to the Italian government or something.

He was finding a way to get rid of me after all.

When he mention 'Papà' I lost my composure and feared he knows about my life already but even though I'm crazy, I had a high IQ just like my father.

I was quick to connect the dot and recall the moment I had a psychotic break in the cell I was kept.

I thought I was hallucinating about Father saving me and told him I was the Princess of the family and would not bow to the devil in an Armani suit.

I said t