Every King Needs A Queen

Chapter 8

When consciousness started returning to my head, I felt myself on a bed.

I didn't open my eyes or stand up because I would probably just collapse to the floor.

Mafia.

That one word kept ringing in my ears.

This wasn't the first time I was associated with mobsters.

My father, if I can even call him that, had brought several over to our house on a few occasions when I was a child, to beat me and take advantage of my weak, defenceless self. All because my father owed them, from gambling.

What if these people sell me out as a slave, or sell me to people who will rape me to satisfy their needs.

I shuddered at the thought.

That's it.

I had to get out of here.

I opened my eyes and sat up, trying to make sense of where I was.

I saw movement in the corner of my I and turned my head to be greeted to the sight of Marianna rushing towards me.

"Your awake!" She squealed and rushed forward and hugged me.

I flinched at the sudden contact and the mafia thingy.

She immediately pulled back when she felt me tense and looked at me, sadness evident in her eyes.

"Tiny, I promise I will never hurt you and neither will anyone else living here. Yes, we are the mafia, sure we ship and deal drugs and kill people, but those people weren't innocent themselves, they were criminals, and human-trafficking is forbidden  in our family. I promise you that no one, absolutely no one living here will hurt you. Not like Rafael will let them." She muttered the last part, so quietly I almost didn't hear her, but I dismissed it. She said it so heartfelt I felt guilty for not trusting her.

"I'm sorry Marianna, it's just I have  hard time trusting people and I guess when I heard that your in a mafia I kinda freaked out. But I like you. Your nice and I can tell your a good person. And it takes a lot to change my opinion of someone after I have made up my mind. Well that is, unless your secretly also a unicorn-hunter then I disown you from being my friend," I playfully glare at her.

She gasps.

"Never! How is it possible to hurt those bootiful creatures!"

We both started laughing and instantly I felt comfortable around her again.

When she said those things. I believed her.

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A few hours later, we were sitting at the dining table, waiting for everyone to come down so I could be introduced.

Mr Fancy Pants was here with me and Marianna was beside me.

Mr Fancy Pants was on his phone and I couldn't help but stare at him.

I really could not understand how a creature so beautiful, so gorgeous, so miraculous looking could be so mean.

Suddenly he looked up and our eyes locked.

A blush formed on my cheeks as he started smirking at the the fact that he caught me staring at him.

"Rafe," said Marianna. "Why don't you explain to Tiny about our origins."

"Well,"he started looking at me, keeping eye contact.

"Our mafia, is the Spanish Mafia. We were originally located in Spain of course, but my grandfather moved us here as the trades were better. Some members stayed in spain to take care of things there, but to make up for them we gained more member locally.

My father was the leader of this mafia before him, my grandfather before him, his father before him and so on. Our Mafia was started by our ancestors 13 generations before us.

Me and Marianna here have pure King blood flowing through our veins." He stated proudly.

"Me, Marianna and our mother live in this house, as our father passed away a decade ago. Along  with some other members as we have found it easier to live together in case something important comes up. You will now be living here with us and whether you want to join or not is your choice, although there will be some things you have to do. Understand?"

He looked at me, his two-coloured eyes staring intensely into my pale blue ones.

"Y-yeah." I nodded.

"Wait, did you say Mafia Leader?!"

"You heard me."

"Ohk"
A few minutes passed and people started coming into the room.
They all stated at me eith curiosity.

Mr Fancy Pants cleared his throat and everyone immediately quieted down and he had their full attention.

"Angelito, this is Dmitri and Marco, my two most closest and reliable men."

They both smiled at me.
"He means his two best friends," says Dmitri rolling his eyes, " but hey."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, mi'lady," Marco took my hand and placed a gentle kiss onto it.

My cheeks were probably imitating strawberry icecream right now.

"This is Rose, Dmitri's wife,"

I stook my hand out to shake hers but she grabbed it and pulled me into a hug.

I tensed a little but hugged her back.

"Your hair is so pretty!"She exclaimed.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head off about these ugly looking mafia men, we are gonna be best friends I can feel it."

I chuckled at her statement.

Then she turned to Mr Fancy Pants.
"Rafael, she looks a little too young don't she, you sure you don't seem like an old man to our underage beauty over here." She grinned.

"Um, I'm 20 actually," I added in.

She and several others visually gasped.

"No way, you look at least 16!" She said shocked.

"But you look like you still go to school!" Dmitri added.

"Thanks," I muttered, sarcastically.

But, seriously though, what is with everyone thinking I'm 16! Like, jeez come on I'm not that short. Ok I am but don't need to point that out.

"Carrying on," says Rafael. "This is Vincent, his brother Lorenzo, Blake, Dylan and his girlfriend Sandra."

They all wave and say hi and Sandra hugs me.

"There are two more but they are a little late, but they coming now," Mr Fancy Pants says.

We all fall silent and talking could be heard outside the room.

"Have you noticed Valentina's been acting a little strange lately?"

"Yes, I'm worried about her, maybe next time she has the same shifts as us we should ask if we can go around to hers for a coffee to check if everything's alright at her house."

Everyone in the room stares at me at the mention if my name.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Wait a minute. I know those voices.

The two people enter the room and immediately stop talking when their eyes land on me.

We just stand there, in utter shock, staring at each other.

"Vally?!"
"La mia Piccolo?!"

"Jax?! Sofia?!"