Camila I

Mamá's beauty explained why these men were staring at me, just like I was.

It might likewise have had to do with the way that we looked frightfully indistinguishable.

But the constant staring made even I feel uneasy. I was secured in a room with individuals I scarcely knew, examining my moms will when it was just ever mamá and I residing in a pleasant two story home in suburbia of Los Angelos.

Why were all of these unrelated men required to be here? Family is the only group that has a right to be here.

That only comprised Ethan and myself.

"Why are so many people gathered here? It is only intended for family?" To the man on my left, who is playing Candy Crush on his phone, I mutter.

His blue eyes catch mine as Ethan sighs. "I know it's a ton to take in Principessa.

However, these people are family.

These were individuals your mamá thought about family." As he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, he spoke slowly.

I give a small sigh and a nod, aware that, unlike me, mama was associated with the Italian mafia. The very mafia that saved us from risk and removed us such an extremely long time prior.

A similar mafia I ought to be thankful for. Mamá cherished these men, yet it was difficult for me to grapple with it considering I was never permitted to meet or see any of them.

The main special case being Ethan, and the now late Wear Aurelio Gonzalez.

What's more, when I was adequately fortunate to get mamá to share a few stories before bed, she would just at any point enlighten me beneficial things regarding the sovereign.

My sovereign.

It was odd indeed, taking into account I hadn't at any point met the man, however she'd let me know stories.

Stories about the vile, melancholy man who covered his generosity with an intimidating power mask.

A man with a delicate side held for an on the whole little pool of individuals.

She would tell me that if he was provoked, he could be horrible, but underneath all that stone was a teddy bear.

There was just a single issue. I usually didn't try to intimidate men. I expected to have the high ground and control when it came to men.

Furthermore, a power hungry predominant male was everything except what I was searching for. I never dreamed of meeting him one day.

It was never something worth talking about to anticipate, for I realized I would possibly meet him when she was gone and I was dangerous.

It was something we arranged for yet it actually horrified me. I was now under the protection of Alejandro, Gonzalez, the head of La Famiglia, and the thought still made my stomach turn and my mind race with fear.

"And the deceased leaves the rights to her trust fund to Camila Rodriguez, the first and only child of the deceased, in the hands of her caretaker Alejandro Gonzalez until she turns twenty-one," the statement reads.

Rings the exhausting voice of the man remaining at the front of the room, perusing the papers at a snails pace.

"What?" With my brows furrowed, I scowl. "I was assume to get the cash now, not have a super durable sitter till I'm 21." Under my breath, I whisper.

Ethan laughs and I understand he heard me yet I'm too irritated to even consider mindful. "It's alright, Cam; Alejandro won't be very involved in your life anyway.

He only wants to fulfill his promise to your mother and provide for you.

I guarantee you'll reserve the privilege to involve that cash however you see fit." I continue to glare ahead and cross my arms.

"I own it, so he better not steal from her fortune." From next to me, Ethan yells at me. "Darling, he doesn't have to siphon off your cash.

What do you believe was the source of that money in the first place?" He asks me while scowling at me. I respite, and investigate at him, acknowledgment unfolding my elements. "Ah, good." I mutter, my cheeks blazing in shame.

Throughout my childhood, Ethan was the only other parent I had. He was the only member of La Famiglia I was allowed to see and interact with as a child, and he was only 25 years old. He was more like an older brother.

He additionally happenes to be second in order to Alejandro Gonzalez - the ongoing Wear of the generally worked underground Gonzalez mafia. I never saw Alejandro Gonzalez again until six years ago.

When I was thirteen years old, I hid in the hallway closet to find out why my mother was being so secretive.

All I got was a glimpse of his well-pressed suit and the last trace of his low, commanding voice as he spoke to Mamá. I was now in his care, despite the fact that we had never met or spoken.

"The manner in which you are handling all of this makes your mother so proud. Like an actual warrior." I lean against his side as Ethan whispers and kisses my temple.

For the millionth time in the past three weeks, I smile as my eyes well up. Indeed, even thought mamá had set me up during the current day since I was pretty much nothing, it actually hurt to realize that my other half was taken from me.

But Mama wouldn't want me to cry, so I hold back the tears. Because I now had La Famiglia, there was nothing to be sad about. Everything would be fine.