Alexander Russo
It was enough for him to get into action. I called Antonio once I sat in the car.
"Get everyone in the meeting hall of the house and pull Dante too.. I don't care if he is wasted, sober him up! " The urgency in my voice was enough to put him to work. It took 30 minutes to reach home and I skipped past the hall to our meeting room and the whole room fell silent. I was shocked to see Dante not wasted and very much sobered up... "Is there any emergency Dad? “ Ezaikel, my youngest, spoke and I nodded. All of them became alerted.One thing I taught my sons first was respect and that's very important in the Mafia world. You become powerful if you're respected.. No matter what, respect comes second and family comes first.. Any harm to the family and there is no limit to destruction. " Prima la Familia" is our motto that I made sure is engraved on each person's head.
" I got a call from DC police station, and they have someone special with them... " They were all in ears.. "Isabella died 7 years ago from a brain tumor... " I broke out the news and I saw them saddening a bit before putting the cold mask on.. "She changed her identity to Mirael and lived in DC.. She lived with a man named Damon and had another child. That fucker came in with another wife just within a week of her death. " I almost forgot to breathe because of how badly she was treated... The boys winced.. Isabella was the perfect mother for them. Dante was 10,Antonio and Xander were 8 and Ezaikel and Vincent were 6 when she ran away.. They had perfect memories of their mother. They were furious but not hating her. "And what dad? " Dante asked and the look he gave me made me wonder if he knew? He was anticipating an answer.. "Someone special is waiting for me. " I felt my throat clog up as I pictured her face. "Who?! " Vincent asked, being impatient.. "My daughter.. My principessa.. " I smiled, and the whole room broke into chaos as 4 of them yelled in union "What!! “ I looked at Dante, who looked calm for some reason and his expression gave away that he was expecting that.. "Isabella was 3 or 4 months pregnant when she ran away and gave birth to her. And me and Xander are leaving in 20 minutes. "Xander nodded and Ezaikel whined..
"At least tell her name dad! What does she look like?! " "Mirabella Alexander Russo.. My princess.. " I smiled and handed my phone to Dante and everyone circled behind him. I saw how they awed at the picture, but Dante looked shocked. "That's definitely our baby sister. Heck, I'm going to spoil her so much! "Vincent chirped while I cleared my voice… Dante frowned and spoke..
"Who the heck took her photo while sleeping? Make sure you rip off his head once you reach there. " He muttered and everyone agreed.. I felt proud to see them being so protective of her already. My princess.. I sat on the private jet that was about to take off.. I felt a hand in my hand that was clutching the handle too hard from nervousness.. "Relax dad.. That's not how you're supposed to meet our princess for the first time. " I sighed.. "But I'm scared of Xander.. What is she doingn't accepting us and wants to stay away? I missed so much of her life and know nothing about her. She.. What if she hates me for not finding her earlier? " After seeing Isabella getting shot once when she was pregnant with Dante, this was the first time in years I felt the same feeling creeping in.. "I can't tell us what she feels, but she is not used to us either... If we give her time and love, then she will return them too. " I nodded and prayed for that to happen so badly. Mirabella I woke up a few minutes ago and fed Puto before giving him medicine.. "They are coming for you.. Are you happy? " Puto asked.. (Translation:Are you leaving me behind? ) "I don't know what to feel.. I never met him.. And if I go, then you go too. " He said nothing after that. It was 8 at night already. Soon an officer came into the room. "Ms Russo.. Your father and brother are here. "Mirabella The morning after the wedding dawned slowly, lazily, with golden light creeping across the estate grounds. I blinked awake to find Alex still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist, his face peaceful in the soft glow of morning. For a moment, I let myself bask in it. This simple, perfect moment. After everything we had been through, after all the storms and battles, we deserved this peace. Or so I thought. The first sign that something was wrong came with the phone call. I was padding barefoot around the room, still in Alex’s shirt from last night, brushing my hair out when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Frowning, I crossed over and picked it up. UNKNOWN CALLER. I hesitated before answering. “Hello?” There was silence. Then static. And then— “You think it’s over?” A voice rasped, low and dangerous. “You think you’re safe?” The line went dead before I could respond. Chills prickled over my skin. “Mirabella?” Alex’s voice came, groggy. “Everything
Mirabella The day of Dante and Selena’s wedding dawned warm and bright, as if the heavens themselves had decided to bless them. Sunlight spilled through the windows in golden streams, and the whole estate buzzed with the kind of excitement only a wedding could summon. I stood by my window, already dressed in a flowing champagne-colored gown that clung to me like a second skin, delicate and elegant. I stared out at the courtyard, seeing the final touches being placed—the strings of flowers woven into every railing, the white chairs lined up in perfect rows, the reception area being given final touches.. A knock sounded at my door. “Come in,” I called. Selena’s head poked through first, a giddy grin on her face. She looked radiant, dressed in a lace and silk wedding gown that made her look like something out of a dream. Her hair was pinned up in soft curls, a diamond comb tucked in one side. “Oh my God, you look beautiful,” I said, rushing toward her. “Me? Look at you!” she squ
Mirabella I hesitated. I had obligations. Responsibilities. But the thought of getting away—of breathing somewhere no one knew me, where no expectations hung heavy in the air—was achingly tempting. “Where?” I asked. He grinned. “Anywhere you want.” I thought about it. Then, impulsively, I said, “Anywhere you'll take me...” His grin widened. “Now you gotta trust me on this...” The flight was booked for three days later. Dad grumbled. Uncle Matteo tried to sneak cash into my purse like I was a broke teenager.. Uncle Ace was different.. He handed in some knives and a gun and told me to just kill him if something happens.. But they let me go. Because for the first time in a long time, they saw the light returning to my eyes. They saw me coming back.. The old Mirabella.. Who smiled.. Who talked.. Who made the place lively and chaotic.. And that was worth everything.. And they would trade anything to bring back what was once lost because of them.. The place he brought m
Mirabella My mouth parted in disbelief. Father-in-law? I turned sharply to Alex, but he just grinned down at me, wicked and charming and completely unfazed by the stunned silence settling over the room. Dad, however, was less amused. “You’re cocky, boy,” he said, voice low and dangerous. His arms folded across his broad chest.. Alex didn’t flinch. He simply tucked me closer into his side, his fingers splaying protectively over my shoulder like a silent claim. “I’m confident,” Alex said. “Because I love her. And I’m not walking away again.” I felt my face heating, not just from embarrassment but from something deeper—something dangerously close to pride. He wasn’t hiding. He wasn’t apologizing. He was choosing me, openly, without shame or hesitation. Uncle Matteo coughed into his hand, clearly trying—and failing—not to smirk. Nonna and Nonno exchanged amused glances, whispering to each other in Italian too fast for me to catch.. Surprisingly my brothers only rolled their
Mirabella Silence. It stretched thick and slow between us, sticky with tension and breathless wonder. My heart pounded in my ears like a drum, echoing louder than the words that had just been spoken. Alex knelt before me still, the ring in his palm glinting softly under the warm light of the bedroom. His eyes—green and burning with devotion—looked up at me with something I couldn't name. Hope? Certainty? Desperation? But all I felt was the flood of confusion roaring in my chest. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. “I…” I began, my voice trembling. He waited. Patient. Still. That was always Alex. He never pushed, never demanded. Even now, with his heart bared and his body quite literally kneeling before mine, he was giving me room. And yet that only made it harder. I stared at the ring. It was exquisite—elegant, bold. Just like him. Just like us, maybe, once. Before everything fell apart. Before the throne. Before the silence. Before the ache. My fingers twitched at my s
Mirabella We both left the next morning after bidding everyone goodbye..No one objected cause they knew that things need to settle down between me and Alex..Moreover I was returning home..They would be returning the next day.. When we landed, it was already night..He asked if I would like to go to his penthouse and I agreed.. The door behind us shut with a soft click as we bot entered..Emotions flooded through me as I stood in the middle of the living room.. “When you left,” I started.. “I waited. For days. Weeks. I told myself you’d come back. That you just needed time.” My voice faltered slightly. Just slightly. “But you didn’t.” “I didn’t know how to come back,” Alex replied, stepping near, voice low. “I was afraid that if I stood beside you, I’d ruin everything you were meant to be.” “I was never meant to be this,” I whispered... Finally being honest.. “I became this… because I had to survive without you.” Finally, I turned toward him. The guarded queen was gone. I