Chapter 64

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A/N: Excuse my Italian. I used google translate.
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I couldn't breath.

I was frozen on the spot. I couldn't hear or see anyone. Not my brothers, not my Dad or Grandpa, not my uncles or aunts.

My heart raced, trying to break out of my ribs and my breath... It was just caught in my throat.

It was silent and I could just hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

Zack was in the same condition, from the looks of it. Whatever it was, I didn't want this to end.

I gaped at him, from head to toe.

He looked so pretty. His three piece was fitted perfectly, making the changes on his body known. I've never seen him in a proper suit before. Even at the party.

And here I thought he was a skinny gorilla, but turns out he has a pretty good built.

God! I may faint.

I don't know if I'm overreacting or actually feeling like this. But I'll say, he took my breath away. Maybe this is what it's meant to be. Not being able to breath after seeing someone good-looking. That's where the 'took my breath away' works.

I started my journey from downwards again, looking at him, from his shoes to his suit coat and tie. My gaze stopped on his lips, that were slightly open, then my gaze stopped at his eyes, just as he looked up from what I'd guess, was my lips.

Truck. We were both intoxicated.

We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. He seemed to snap out of it, as he suddenly blinked, closed his mouth, gulped and shook his head. He looked back at me and smiled. A bright smile.

"Do you wanna kill me?" Zack asked, as soon as he reached me.

"Do you wanna know the answer to that?" I asked, in a challenge tone. Of course, I want to kill him, then date an actual human.

"Nah. I'm not interested in getting my heart broken." He said, with fake sadness in his voice.

"Whatever, trucker." I rolled my eyes.

Before any of us could say anything, someone said in the microphone.

"Benvenuti a tutti, ancora una volta a questo ballo. Siamo qui riuniti per goderci e celebrare il successo che abbiamo raggiunto."
(Welcome everyone, to this ball yet again. We're gathered here to enjoy and celebrate the success we have achieved.)

I tuned the old man out, stealing a glance at my dear gor- excuse me- husband, who had his eyebrows furrowed, face scrunched up, eyes narrowed a little and a small pout on his face.

A freaking baby! The first ugly baby I've ever seen.

Zack turned his head a little, probably sensing me staring like a creep. I turned my head back to the old man again, at the speed of light.

Hello and welcome to 'listen to the old man blabbering, although you don't want to'. Let's tune in again everyone.

"...L'ho addestrato per dieci anni e l'ho cresciuto io stesso. In questa occasione vorrei presentarlo come il prossimo capo della mafia siciliana. Salvatore Bianchi!"
(...Trained him for ten years and raised him myself. On this occasion, I would like to introduce him as the next leader of the Sicilian mafia. Salvatore Bianchi!)

All I understood was Mafia and Salvatore Bianchi.

And just as he said what he said after I tuned in, everyone inhaled sharply. All other noises stopped. The tinkling of expensive cutlery, the little mumbling and passing rude comments about the old man, by my cousins.

I looked up at Elonzo, questioningly. Elonzo looked shocked. He had stopped swirling his drink and the tapping of his foot with the music, which he was doing from a long time. Now, he was just staring at the old man, much like everyone, taking it in.

Is the old man pregnant? Why's everyone so shocked? Woah! So he just revealed it and is gonna name the child Salvatore Bianchi and the whole mafia is shocked, because he already assumed it's a boy. How could he!?

Elonzo turned his head to look at where Dad and Grandpa were standing and shared looks with them. They looked equally shocked.

I looked at my other brothers, who were all looking at the old man, with confused looks.

I looked at the man again and saw him waving his hand at someone to join him on the stage. I followed his gaze and tried to spot who he directed that to.

It wasn't hard, considering everyone was looking at a man, sitting gracefully in a chair, sipping whatever alcohol drink that was. He put the glass down, smiled a million-dollar smile and stood up, straightening his suit.

My eldest trucking brother need to explain to me and give me an answer as to why he forced me to eat greens but did not force me to study Italian. Yeah, I'm still sulking about being forced to eat green tentacles. He can politely go vegan for what he did to me. Or go tentaclarian.

Not the point.

The point is, if he forced me to learn Italian, I would've understood what the old man said and got the chance to be shocked with everyone.

It's so uncool to be shocked after everyone has gotten over it.

I looked at Elonzo and scrunched up my face, when he finally made eye contact with me.

He just gave me a reassuring look and nodded.

"Wait."
That's what it means. So I took a deep breath and turned my head to my side, to see the good-looking as truck man walking like a king to the stage.

Whoever he is, he must be a prince. The grace, power, wealth and the intimidating aura all screamed that.

Wait a trucking second. Going by my previous assumption, if he's the father... Ewwww. Extend the ew more.

I gagged, gaining the attention of princess.
"What happened? Are you alright?" He asked, quietly. I nodded, making a disgusted face.

"What?" He asked, again. I looked at him and started explaining my theory.

"I didn't understand anything. So my guess is, that old man is pregnant and he wants to name the baby, Salvatore Bianchi and the mafia is shocked cuz he just assumed it's a boy. Now he called that man on stage, so I guess he's the father, so eww..." I made a disgusted face. "Oh god! They should've announced it together. They ruined such a special moment." I pouted.

"Nerdy..." Zack said, gaining my attention. I looked at him, as he looked at me weirdly. "Please shut down your brain for some time." He said, almost showing the concern.

I opened my mouth but was cut off.
What a rude old man!

"รจ ufficialmente il prossimo leader" The old man said into the mic, patting the supermodel's back.
(He is officially the next leader.)

The supermodel stood there, pouring confidence like he had oceans of it. He looked straight ahead, his grey eyes looked like he could break the wall, he was staring at. He was intimidating but my dear eldest brother still held the first place.

It wasn't the intimidation where you obey and respect that person, just because he screams power and respect. It was the intimidation that made you fear that person. He simply looked dangerous and wicked.

"Grazie, signor Romano."

The man said, in his deep powerful voice, the one Elonzo uses when I'm in a little bit of trouble. That is Elonzo's normal voice, actually. His 'you're in deep trouble' voice is hundred times scarier than this.

Ha! No one can beat my brother.

"What?" Someone said. I turned in their direction to see Elonzo looking down at me. He nodded towards his shoulder. That's when I realised I was patting his shoulder.

Oh well. A little bit of appreciation won't hurt him.

"Apology accepted." I narrowed my eyes. Again, the audacity of the oldest to keep the youngest waiting. Trucking weak guy testing my patience.

"Did I do something?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Isn't that obvious, Mr. I'm in-charge but I don't take enough responsibility to translate trucking Italian to my english speaking sister, who is also my only and favourite sister because she's so great and cool and I can't even reach her level so I'm just gonna follow her orders and be scared of her cuz I'm just a weak little human at the end." I said, taking a deep breath, because I said all that in one go. "What a long-butt name, Elonzo." I glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.
"Don't die from the shortage of air, baby. I'm not gonna allow that. I will take away your electronics, make you sit in the corner and you will be grounded to your room for weeks. So, don't forget to breath when you ramble." He fake glared at me, while I scowled at him.

Talk about being the bad influence. I get my weird logics from him.

"Whatever Trucker, tell me what he said." I rolled my eyes.

"You're being disrespectful." He narrowed his eyes at me, crossing his arms.

"My apologies, Capo, although it's not my fault you decided to annoy me to death by keeping the princess in the dark as to what that old man said." I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms, copying his actions.

He bent down to my level, worriedly.
"Don't call him that. He's the Capo here." He said, making my eyes to widen. I gaped at him.

Oh? The one who is dangerous and killed his wife? The psycho B.

I gasped.
"Leonardo Romano?" I asked, quietly. Elonzo nodded.

"He announced Salvatore Bianchi as the next leader of his Mafia. Salvatore is not related to us in any way. He's just an orphan who was raised by Grandpa's older brother." He explained.

"That is why everyone was shocked?" Zack asked from behind me, glancing back at the duo, who were now meeting people. Elonzo nodded.

"Wow." I muttered.

"No one thought he'd do that. Everyone thought he'd hand over the mafia to a Romano." He said, looking back towards them.

"Ohhh." I said, turning back towards them too. The old man looked at Grandpa and shared a look, before returning to the audience.

"Abbiamo un altro motivo piรน grande per festeggiare. Mio fratello minore ha appena riavuto sua nipotina. La principessa della mafia italiana. Evelina Romano!" He announced.
(We have another bigger reason to celebrate. My younger brother just got his granddaughter back. The Italian Mafia Princess. Evelina Romano!)

I froze when his eyes locked with me and everyone followed his gaze to look at me.

He said my name. So, he just had the audacity to introduce me out of nowhere. This is not how I expected this to go. He trucking caught me off guard. This is unfair. He should've let me prepare a bit.

The whole ballroom was now looking at me.

I just kept staring back at Grandpa's older brother and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. His eyebrows raised in surprise before he nodded too.

I was actually just copying the Salvatore guy. He didn't pay attention to anyone and just acknowledged him, because he introduced him.

I just kept my head high and smiled a little. I feel so powerful and celebrity-like.

I felt a piercing gaze on me, so I turned my head but regretted it when I locked eyes with Salvatore Bianchi. He stared at me, so I stared back, tilting my head in an attempt to intimidate him. I raised an eyebrow for more effect.

That's what Elonzo does. It's scary as truck.

But for some reason, Salvatore just raised his eyebrow in surprise and smirked. An evil smirk.

"Aww... Baby's so confident." Someone cooed, when the spotlight was removed from me. Just a little bit. Everyone was still staring at me, murmuring and smiling. Atleast that wicked Bianchi isn't staring at me. I turned in the direction and glared at the source.

"What's awww in that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Vince.

"Your existence is cute, baby." Elonzo said, booping my nose.

"So, everything about you is aww." Emilio shrugged.

I pouted, making them all chuckle. So, I just huffed and stomped over to Grandpa.

"Don't trip on your own feet, baby." Matteo said, mocking me. I just stuck my tongue out at him. Truckers.

I tugged on Grandpa's sleeve, while he was talking to Dad and uncles.

All five heads turned to me.
"Do you mind if I kill your grandsons?" I asked looking up at Grandpa.

"Go ahead. Kill all of them while you're at it. The lesser, the merrier." He said, chuckling. I grinned evilly.

"Thanks Grandpa. You're the best." I said, jumping up to hug him.

"Do you want to kill my sons too? We don't need these idiots. You can move in with me and we'll watch cartoons and eat all the time." He offered. I shrugged.

It's not a bad deal, actually. There's just profit in it. A win-win.

My uncles and Dad rolled their eyes.
"Someone save us from the little baby." They said, in a chorus. I giggled, when they scrambled away in random directions just as Grandpa started glaring at them.

"Let's go eat something." Grandpa said, eyeing the snacks.

Just then, someone interrupted us.
This rude old man!

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Double update today.
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