Chapter 5 Leaving home

"Don't you dare!", Mrs Morales heard just as she was about to leave the office in anger.

The command infuriated her, pent up emotions rising as she turned to look at her husband.

"All I have done is support you! Support everything you do! Yet they took my daughter away from me because of you!

Don't you dare raise your voice at me!", Mrs Morales replied as she approached him with slow steps.

Seeing his wife was about to go into her lethal state, Mr Morales simply turned, a scorn on his face as he dismissed her with his hand.

Luciano might be scary, but his wife's rage was even scarier.

He wasn't intent on finding out how angry she could get while he was trying to find a solution to their problem.

Mrs Morales headed out of the office, taking deep breaths as she headed towards her room, an attempt to calm herself.

She was going to take the advice she gave to her younger daughters, she was going to take a much needed nap.

At the moment, she didn't care if her husband needed one.

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"What do you think they're arguing about!", one of Isabella's sisters asked as they moved away from their room door.

Feeling the tension in the house, the sisters were not that surprised to hear their parents arguing.

"I don't know!"

"How about Isa, where did they take her?!"

"Will Isa be fine?", the youngest asked her sister as she wondered if she would see her sister again.

"Isabella starà bene", her sister answered.

She continued, "come on, let's go to bed now, we need all the rest we can get!"

Rather worried for their elder sister, Isabella's younger sister initially found it difficult to sleep. However, their bodies were too tired to process the worry they were feeling at the moment.

~~~

The cause of the family's tragedy sat still in the back seat of one of Luciano's many cars as he listened to Andreas brief him about the situation.

"The girl tried to escape, but she was caught by two of the men guarding the back entrance.

It turns out that her parents or sisters had no idea she was about to escape!", Andreas reported as Luciano's eyes remained closed.

"Should we still expect Three hundred million from Mr Morales?!", Andreas asked.

"No, send him an email in two days requesting the initial amount!", Luciano replied, his emerald gems of an Iris now becoming apparent.

"Yes Don!", Andreas answered, typing away on his tablet.

"What's the situation at Venice!?", Luciano asked as he stared at the various buildings on the roadside.

"The gangs have some sort of Intel, they keep ambushing shipments and burning properties!", Andreas summarized from the report he had gotten beforehand.

"And how has uncle been able to take care of this situation!?", Luciano asked, looking through the report on Andreas' tablet.

"He's in the hospital as we speak!", Andreas answered, Scaring Luciano.

"Why?", Luciano asked, trying not to entertain the thought of the worst thing possible happening to his uncle.

"He got hit in his shoulder by a stray bullet during a chase!", Andreas answered.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Luciano handed Andreas his tablet.

"That Old man!! Still as stubborn as ever! All I asked him to do was supervise, not go around shooting bullets at deranged individuals!", Luciano said, enraged by the thought of something bad happening to his uncle.

"Running around with his slight limp! How's he doing!", Luciano asked.

"He's doing far better sir! But since his admission into the hospital, things have only gotten worse!"

"Very well then, book us a flight to Venice!", Luciano said.

"Drive us to the airport!", He said again, facing the driver.

"How about the girl sir?", Andreas asked.

"Call Paula, tell her to make sure she works the house till I get back. Then I'll decide what to do with her. Till we get back, I want a surveillance report on her!", Luciano said as he closed his eyes once again.

A rather questionable way of getting rest, Andreas knew better than to disturb Luciano, thus he kept further questions till when the Don wasn't getting rest.

~~~

"Ughhh, my head!", Isabella said as she slowly stood up from her lying position in the backseat of the moving vehicle.

"Why is it so bright? Where am I?", Isabella asked herself as her brain began to process that the day had broken.

She quickly recognised that she was in a moving vehicle despite her headache.

The memories started flooding in as she slowly started to remember everything that happened that morning till the Don with the green eyes injected something in her neck.

'The Don with the green eyes', she thought as she looked at her surroundings, trying to find Luciano.

However, it looked like it was just her and two other guards in the moving vehicle.

"Where are we!?", she asked, her voice louder to gather the attention of the men in the driver and passenger seat.

Isabella got nothing but a stare from both men.

Thus, she pressed, "Can I at least know where you are taking me?", Isabella asked, receiving nothing, not even a shrug, or a sneer, just blank faces.

Receiving nothing from the men, Isabella shrank back in her seat.

The thought of the possible places they could be taking her scaring her to the bones.

"Are they going to kill me?!"

"Or am I being imprisoned?!"

They suddenly passed by the shadow of a tall building, its height enough to snap Isabella out of her train of thought.

She raised her head to see the car approaching the tall building, going through equally massive gates and parking right In front of it.

"Come on out!", one of the men said as Isabella came out of the car.

She had been too busy admiring the building that she didn't know when the car stopped, or when the man came to open the door for her.

The mansion looked beautiful on the outside, its design intriguing, yet thought out down to the last brick.

It looked marvelous to Isabella, like the buildings she had watched on her father's television.

"Questo è splendidò!", Isabella muttered under her breath as she took in the mansion's intricate details.

Isabella wished she stood before the mansion as a result of a more favorable circumstance.

Since that wasn't the case, the realization broke her out of her reverie, where she took a step back, almost tripping on her suitcase that was dropped behind her.

She hadn't even noticed that the car which she was brought in was no longer in the compound. Instead, her gaze landed on several extravagant cars.

Most of which were In either matte black or glossy black, or in other colors.

Shaking her head, Isabella wondered why she let the things she saw distract her.

"Devo concentrarmi sul motivo per cui sono qui", Isabella muttered to herself as she picked her suitcase up.

She turned to meet the burning gaze of an older woman. Not expecting that someone would sneak up on her, Isabella jumped slightly out of fear.

"Come in!", the woman said, leaving the door open, the least bit worried if Isabella followed after her or not.

To Isabella, she had come to a very pivotal point in saving her family from the hands of Luciano Rossi. To at least keep them from inquiring his rage.

To Paula, it was another slut personally being delivered to Luciano's doorstep to answer at his every beck and call. Another one she had to "prep" for Luciano, another lady she had to arrange a designated room for.

"Uhmmm thank you!", Isabella said as she entered the house struggling to lift her suitcase.

Paula examined the girl from top to bottom, wondering why she wasn't in revealing clothes like the other ladies that entertained Luciano.

"What's your name?", Paula inquired from Isabella, who was busy admiring the beauty of the mansion's interior.

"Isabella, Isabella Morales!", She answered, tucking strands of her hair behind her ears.

The woman looked far too condescending than she'd like.

"Mr Rossi hasn't decided what he wants with you, or at least given me a call on what to do with you yet!", Paula said.

'He might probably be trying a new taste, I never expected he would like innocent looking girls' ,Paula thought as she sneered.

She continued, "it won't be long before he sends word. However, before that, you'll stay in a room as he hasn't decided just yet!"

"Follow me!", Paula demanded as she went towards the room she prepared beforehand for Isabella as requested by Luciano.

Confused by her appearance and demeanor, Paula looked behind her to confirm she wasn't dreaming.

The whole thing was rather unusual.

They passed by a very extravagant living room, going through a long hallway decorated with artworks, paintings and vases.

Unable to stand before them and admire them, Isabella momentarily forgot how she had dreaded the man's green eyes.

They finally came towards a room with a wooden door, one that Paula opened for her.

"This will be your room till I get word from Mr Rossi, food will be brought for you in less than ten minutes. I advise you to eat, you need all the energy you can get!", Paula said knowingly.

Something Paula knew about The Don, he certainly had a lot of energy.

Closing the door behind her, Paula turned to head towards the kitchen when she heard her phone ring.

Andreas was calling, The Don had probably sent word.

"Madam Paula!", Paula heard Andreas say as she picked the phone.

"Is this about the girl?", she asked.

"Yes. The Don wants her to work the house till he comes back!", Andreas answered.

"Is that all?", Paula asked again.

"No, he also wants surveillance on her at all times!", Andreas answered, he continued.

"That will be all now!", Andreas said before hanging up.

Suspecting the girl just woke up as The Don took precautionary measures to keep his abode anonymous, she decided to offer the girl food first before she broke the news to her.

The admiration of the whole house seemed like a dream as Isabella entered the room.

Still by the door, Isabella looked around the room, taking in the details.

There was a bed, a personal bathroom, a wardrobe, curtains leading to a balcony, a bedside lamp, a bedside table, and a painting framed on the wall.

"This is something to look forward to after whatever treatment he puts me through per day!", Isabella thought out loud as the room looked pretty and spacious.

It seemed like it finally dawned on her that she was there to pay a debt.

Isabella stepped forward in the room, going toward the curtains and opening it.

The view was rather beautiful. "Who knew The Mafia Don would like views !", Isabella thought as she opened the curtains to find a beautiful view.

Taking in the beauty of the space, she turned, wondering what to do as she scanned the room.

'Should I unpack?',

'Why would someone not know what to do with a whole human life after terrorizing their whole family?'

Sighing, Isabella jumped on the bed, a big smile on her face as she felt how soft the bed was.

'I wonder who has been in this room before me?', Isabella thought as she looked around.

Isabella had no Idea that room was Luciano's "chamber", oh the fun he had in that particular room, the releases!

Isabella's line of thought was disrupted by a knock on the door.

Startled, she quickly stood up from the bed, arranging the bed, a desperate attempt to leave the room how she had met it.

"Hello!", a different voice inquired as the person kept knocking.

Too afraid to form a single sentence, Isabella approached the door cautiously, gently opening it, the outline of a different woman appearing as she opened the door slowly.

"Hi!", Isabella said cautiously.

"Hi! I'm Mia, madam Paula wants you downstairs!", the girl named Mia said as she turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Mia turned to see that no one was following her.

"Come on, madam Paula doesn't like to be kept waiting!", she said before turning again.

Unwilling to upset anyone, especially on her first day in the mansion, Isabella followed after Paula.

On their way to the kitchen, Isabella noticed Mia was in a uniform. She wondered if she was going to be In the same uniform.

The green eyed Don was rather crazy in Isabella's books, the uncertainty of what she was needed for getting on her nerves.

They entered the kitchen soon after with Isabella being too stunned to speak.

The features of the kitchen looked exquisite like the other details In the mansion.

Isabella stared in amazement wondering how hard one needed to work for the entire mansion to look that clean.

"Take a seat!", Mia offered as she went to dish out food for Isabella.

"The Don has finally decided what he wants with you!", Paula said to Isabella as soon as she sat.