All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isabella In my mind, I woke up in my old room. Not the one I had in Rome, but the one on Aalia. High ceilings and the chandelier greeted me. The lovely scent of jasmine and lavender lingered through the room, as was the air freshener I liked to use when I was younger. I looked down to see myself in the nightgown that I loved to wear when I was 14. I refused to let Mama throw it away because I loved the baby blue color so much, so I requested that my comforter be in the same color and fabric. My papa got it for me one random day when I was 14, and I had been wearing it since then. I looked up to find Cassandra sitting across the room. Her legs were folded across her lap. It wasn't the 18-year-old Cassandra I knew; this one was older. Her dyed blonde hair was cut short into a pixie style. Her eyes were wide brown and were lined with so much eyeliner she looked like she was cosplaying an Egyptian outfit. On her cheeks was a light dusting of blush that I bet she was hoping to make h

Isabella Two days later, even after I saw Paula, I said nothing to Damon. I was lying to myself and keeping something from him. Perhaps he could tell because every time he came close to me, I would flinch and turn my head away as though he had offended me. The reality was that I was angry with myself for not saying what needed to be said. Perhaps I needed another shot, or perhaps I needed some time away for a while. I shook my head. Going away was the same thing as being a coward, and I wasn't raised to be one. Perhaps my life after 15 had taught me to run as the only way to survive, but I always knew that I would one day face the thing that was chasing me: my birthright. I leaned back against the pillow of my hospital bed and turned towards the window. It was night when I woke up from my nap to find that I was alone. The last time Damon came, I started to avoid his gaze and gave him one-word answers. I wasn't surprised that he had left, even though he promised to be here, but w

Damon 4 days ago, I was certain Isabella thought me a monster. Perhaps Michael had told her what happened. That blabbermouth. She flinched every time I reached for her, and the moment our eyes met, she would quickly turn her face aside. At first, her rejection was startling, and I felt it was probably a side effect of some trauma she had experienced being shot. When it persisted, I began to feel pain in my chest as she did it. Isabella never flinched from my touch. Isabella would always look me in the eye, even if she was shy. The only logical conclusion I came to after the second day of her flinching from me was that she thought I was among the monsters. Perhaps I was, but later that evening, my feelings were confirmed. In my dreams, I stood on a heap of bodies. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me, and then another reached out from the midst of the dead bodies. Just as I was about to pull my leg from it, I saw my hands drenched in blood. More hands reached up and grabbed me, suddenly

Isabella Damon looked deep in thought for a moment, and I could see the gears in his mind working. "In the end, it's up to you," he said finally. "If you want another family to replace it, then fine. If not, then the space remains vacant, and only five ruling families, along with yours, will take over the leadership of Aalia." "I see," I said as my hand reached up to rub my chin. "Then perhaps it will be better to use one of the minor families and elevate them." "Perhaps," Damon replied. "Just choose wisely." "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely curious about his statement. "And are you thinking of leaving me alone? I can't do this by myself, Damon. If you're not there, I'm going to... the guys will eat me alive. If Cassandra is this bad, how much worse are the rest of them?" "Damon!" I wished to myself that the man shared the same apprehension as I did. Instead, he was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking. By the time I saw his face, his eyes were watering, and his fac

Isabella "I changed him?" I wanted to ask. Alessandro looked at me with eyes that pleaded for understanding. "Tell me about what happened," I settled for, and he did. He told me about how Damon and the rest of his men, injured, followed him to the pathways of the Mafia in Rome. I could tell that Alessandro didn't want to say the full thing about how Damon killed a number of people who may not have been involved with what happened to me, but I pried it out of him nonetheless. By the time he was done with his tale of how Damon had them finish off the men that belonged to the Don, I realized I wasn't afraid, neither was I surprised. I had expected it. After all, I did hear them tell me that if anything happened to me, Damon would burn the world to the ground. However, it happened to be in sharp contrast to what Alessandro said about Damon being as cool as ice. I asked him to tell me about how it was different from who he was before, and what he told me made me realize how different