Camila III

"Principessa, you're going to love it here. You and the other men in the inner circle will be closer to you".

Ethan says in my ear as I gaze through of the window and out onto the confined street we turn onto.

Our driver brings us to a stop in front of a large iron gate with cameras and men outside who are having trouble concealing their guns.

Guns that make me very awkward. Regardless of whether my family was well established with the Italian mafia, I was not one who appreciated brutality nor was I presented to it.

I was constantly shielded away from that side of La Famiglia and I liked to keep it as such. The window rolls down permitting one of the scary men to move toward the vehicle.

Naturally, I tense and force back yet fortunately Ethan's not too far off to fold his arm over me and bring me into his side defensively.

"They're cool, Tweety, they're simply here to safeguard you." He murmurs, but instead of trusting his words, I bury my head into his side and take pleasure in the support his body provides rather than focusing on the terrifying man with an even more terrifying firearm fastened to his body.

I hadn't seen one like that since father kicked the bucket. However, using my childhood nickname provides some comfort.

When I think back to how I got the nickname, I smile. When my mother got me a tweety bird when I was eight years old, I cried for days because it wasn't a real cartoon.

"È solo la Principessa. let us pass through" I now hear Ethan speak in a tone devoid of emotion, his soft voice long since gone. (It's simply the princess, let us through.)

I would also be terrified of Ethan, if it weren't for the fact that he had raised me.

I lift my head to take in the magnificent scene in front of me just as I hear the gate clank and feel the car advance.

I had no idea how big the traditional villa-style structure was. I realize that something like twelve of Alejandro Gonzalez'snearest men resided in the house however unquestionably this house was extremely huge for just them.

"Wait until you see the room that Alejandro and I made for you," I said. I smile up at Ethan as he whispers, my fear disappearing as I think about how nice my bedroom will be.

We stroll through the huge entryways of the estate and I in a split second spin in energy.

"Please, take me to my bedroom." As Ethan laughs and leads me further into the large, extravagant mansion, I exclaim with excitement.

So I preferred costly material things, sue me. I take in everything as I look around, including the grand staircase, marble floors, and high ceilings.

I occasionally smile politely to the men and maids who rush by me.

Ethan then, at that point, leads me up the primary arrangement of steps that lead up into an enormous arrangement of locked swinging doors.

"This floor is completely Alejandro's floor, however you're room is on this floor with his." According to Ethan, opening the swinging doors and driving me into the lobby of the subsequent floor.

The passage is huge and luxurious. At the far end of the long hallway are a set of black double doors, and on either side of the middle are a few more doors.

I then, at that point, look towards the opposite finish of the passage and see a couple of white swinging doors.

"We figured you would feel more secure up here with him than down there in the east wing with wide range of various men." He says this while pointing me toward the white double doors that I assume lead to my room.

"Also, this, is your room. Fit for a genuine Principessa." The door opening is teased by Ethan.

I heave and rush forward into the huge room that is practically the size of a football field.

A space truly fit for a princess is decorated in neutral, earthy tones with hints of pink.

It's the ideal spot of current and customary from its advanced furnishings and ceiling fixture to it's mind boggling hand created enumerating on the walls and section of flooring plans.

"You like?" I go to Ethan and screech as I bounce on him folding my arms over him. "I'm grateful! Much obliged to you! Many thanks!" As he spins me and laughs, I scream in delight.

"I love it! I say as he lays me down and lets me look around my big room. I move quickly and find a large, modern bathroom and a large walk-in closet.

The majority of my clothes are already stored in the walk-in closet. I grin in satisfied seeing my sleepwear all set aside, close to my costly underwear that I like staying in bed.

I often sleep in silk nighties or two-piece sleepwear sets because I love the feeling of looking cute for myself.

They cause me to feel like a genuine princess. I reluctantly leave my bedroom so that Ethan can properly show me around the manor.

"When can I meet Alejandro" I asked. I express, limping along him as he leads me out of the floor.

"He and a portion of the men are away on... business." He says cautiously and I in a split second know enough not to pose any inquiries, realizing that I wouldn't care for the response thus I gesture.

"However, he will be back soon. He can hardly stand by to see lastly meet you." I gesture and swallow down the nerves at the prospect of him.

All of the men in my life would be different from Alejandro.

From what I'd heard, he wasn't sweet or effectively enchanted. He was powerful and intimidating. something I was afraid of because I had no control over it.