4

I took a breath and opened the living room doors; immediately all the yelling and shouting stopped as soon as I stepped into the room. You see, the very first thing I taught my sons was respect. Respect is very important in general but more important in the underworld. People need to respect you for you to be powerful and strong. Although my sons and I are extremely close, they make sure to never disrespect me or their elders; there are always boundaries. But if a person hurts their family, then it doesn't matter if they are old or young.

Family should always come first no matter what and I made sure to engrave that into their minds: 'prima la familia.' It is our motto, and we will always live by it till we take our last breaths.

I enter the living room and look around to make sure that all my sons are there. And sure enough, they are all here. Everyone has confused faces except Camron and Pedro, who are looking at me emotionlessly, but I could see the curiosity swimming in their eyes.

"What do you want to talk about, Dad?" Grumbled Kenny, who looked like he just woke up from a very good nap.

"I got a very intriguing call today." I started but got cut off by Pedro. "What call?" I shot him a glare and saw him shiver and he muttered a small 'sorry'. I was too happy to care about being mad at him right now.

"Don't interrupt me, boy," I said, and he averted his eyes away from me in shame.

"What was the call about, Dad?" Asked Barry calmly and respectfully.

"Well, boys, I got a call from the Texas police station, and he informed me that Vicky died 3 years ago," I informed calmly and waited for them to absorb the new information.

I looked at my sons and saw that they had disgusted looks on their faces. The boys never really liked their mother. She never treated them well and never took care of them and their necessities.

"That witch was never and will never be our mother." Spat Gabriel.

And a chorus of 'yeses' and nods of approval were thrown his way.

"What does that have to do with us, Dad?" Asked Alberto.

"It turns out when she ran away, she got remarried, and he died a couple of hours ago from an overdose," I said.

Once I got a nod to continue, I continued, "And I need to go to the station because a special someone is waiting for me." I smiled wildly at them.

All of them looked at me weirdly because I rarely smile. Maybe a sadistic smile, but that doesn't count.

"Who is the special someone?" Asked Sanchez.

"My daughter." I smiled wildly as I thought of my little princess and how she was going to be in my arms soon.

The mafia princess is coming home.

My thoughts of my baby girl were soon cut off by all of them asking, more like yelling, "WHAT?!!!" Shouted all of them.

"Let me explain." They nodded, and I soon continued, "Turns out when Vicky ran away, she was pregnant, and she didn't tell me, and when I tried finding her, it looks like she changed her name and ran away so I couldn't find her. Trust me, when I got that call, I was as shocked as you, and when the officer told me she matched my DNA, I was so happy. I always wanted a daughter, and you guys always wanted a little sister, so that's it."

I finished, and I looked at them all. I saw different emotions; Camron looked emotionless, but I could still see the happiness and contentment in his eyes. Barry, Leo, and Alberto all had small smiles on their faces and tears of joy in their eyes. Pedro looked mad, which I couldn't understand why; Pedro has anger issues and can barely control them sometimes.

I made a mental note to ask him why he's mad

later. Gabriel was jumping around cheering and hugging his brothers. Kenny and Sanchez were already making plans of what they could do, where they could go, and more stuff. And lastly, my youngest son, Jonathan, was sitting on the couch and had a small smile resting on his face. When he thought no one was looking, I saw him take off his glasses and wipe them from tears that dropped on them. He then proceeded to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"WE FINALLY HAVE A BABY SISTER!!!!!" Yelled Gabriel, making us all laugh, "YESSSSS FINALLY WE'RE NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE!!!"

Yelled Kenny and Sanchez, making us chuckle softly at their silly antics.

"Technically you're not the youngest; Jon is, aren't you, baby bro?" Smiled Leo, ruffling Jonathan's brunette hair.

Jon only huffed in amusement and fixed his hair back to how it was.

"Wait, do you have a picture of her? "We want to see her," said Alberto; all the others nodded in agreement.

I nodded my head and fished my phone out of my pocket and looked up at my baby's cute face. I motioned for them to come closer, and I gave Camron my phone, and immediately all of them surrounded him to take a look.

All I heard were gasps in the big modern living room. All of them were staring at the phone intensely

And a few sniffs were heard, indicating some of them were crying.

"She's so pretty." Mumbled Vince.

"She's soooo cute, Ahhhh!!!" Gushed Gabriel.

"She's so adorable." Smiled softly at Leo as he looked at his sister's photo.

"She's so precious." Whispered Alberto, Kenny, and Sanchez nodded their heads, agreeing.

Pedro just stood there frozen, looking at the photo in amazement.

"She looks just like Camron," whispered Jon.

Everyone gasped and looked at him with wide eyes and mouths open. Jon rarely talks; he only talks with his twins. He's just quiet, and he likes to observe more. So we were surprised when he spoke now. He glared at them, and they all looked away from him.

Camron still hasn't looked away from the phone yet. It's like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He then spoke in the most serious and coldest voice, "No boy will ever come near my baby sister."

Getting a 'Fuck yeah' from the rest of his brothers as their eyes filled with determination – a sort of promise that no one will ever think about breaking their baby sister's heart or think about hurting her.

I had messaged Barry earlier to pack a small bag. So, when I got a message from the pilot telling me that the plane was ready. I told them that it was time to go. Sanchez started throwing a fit about how he wanted to go get his sister himself, but one look from Camron was enough to make him quiet as he started muttering about how we were being 'unfair and mean'. I just shook my head at him softly. That boy never fails to amaze me with his goofiness and energy.

I looked at Camron and nodded at him, me telling him to take care of younger brothers till I came back and him nodding back at me and silently telling me to bring his baby sister home.

I looked at Barry and told him that we needed to leave; he nodded and made his way to the waiting car outside. I looked around one last time and left, making my way to the car. I got in, and soon we were on our way to the airport.

We reached it 20 minutes later and went on the plane. We buckled up, and soon enough we were in the air and on our way to my princess. With that thought in mind, I drifted off with my daughter on my mind.