Raphael Romano

"Mr. Romano, we will be l-landing in an h-hour." The flight attendant stammered.

We left France an hour ago, I received a call from my father saying I am needed back in Italy.

Nodding, I rested my head on the chair and watched the moron as he poured me a glass of whiskey.

My brows narrowed as the guy couldn't pour the whiskey right.

Marcello glared at the flight attendant, ready to beat the shit out of him. I snatched the bottle from his hands.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't say sorry." I said in a low hiss. "Leave us." Marcello groaned.

His eyes widened and he stepped back then walked away.

"As I was saying..." Marcello trailed off. "We know the little princess is easy to manipulate and surprisingly has not informed her father about the two of you."

I hummed and poured myself a glass of whiskey.

"She is a feisty one." I simply said.

And naughty.

"It will be easy to play her." Marcello stated, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I played with the rim of the glass, a small sarcastic smile graced my lips as I thought of Lorraine.

At first I never knew...Semion had a daughter.

I only found out about her existence six months ago. We hacked his personal system trying to find dirt on him but mistakenly came across his daughter's classified documents.

We didn't have much on her. Only her birthday, full name, she was homeschooled and that she is the only child.

Other than that she was a ghost. No fingerprints, No photos just fucking breadcrumbs.

No one knew that Semion had a daughter except for the Romano's. Luckily my men spotted Semion's wife Darcey and her daughter at a restaurant.

That is the only photo we have of her.

"I never expected the daughter of the Russian don to be naïve." Marcello's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I blame her father." I said, gulping down the burning liquor.

"She has no experience whatsoever. I wouldn't be surprised if she had no experience with a gun." He remarked.

"It looks like daddy dearest has spent most of his time wasting his money on pretty dresses and shoes instead of teaching his daughter on how to defend herself." I scoffed. Marcello chuckled.

"She is in love with daddy's credit card." Marcello said mockingly.

He snickered and I rolled my eyes.

"How long will Rhett stay in Paris?"

I sighed and loosened my tie around my neck. "Probably a month."

He nodded and poured himself another drink.

I told Rhett to stay in Paris just to keep an eye on Lorraine's cousin.

The only reason I'm flattering Lorraine is because she is the daughter of my biggest rival.

I want her to fall in love with me and once she does I'll simply crush her, including her family name.

Now that I'm aware that she trusts me and I have an effect on her; physically and emotionally , It will be a piece of cake.

I took my time drinking the cold burning liquor as I watched the buildings that once seemed to tower over me now appear small enough that I can pick them up with my fingers.

As we continue our flight, I am in awe of the clouds we pass: we pass through one sky, in one trip, and across countless cloud formations.

I felt a pair of eyes one me, tearing my gaze away from the plane window, I caught Marcello staring at me.

"What." I snapped.

I hated people who fucking stare at me.

He chuckled. "Want to play poker?" He grinned.

"No." I said, setting my empty glass on the table in front of him.

"Suite yourself."

dumbass.

I'd win, I always won when we played poker so I immediately got bored of the game.

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"Flavio!" I hear my sister's voice fill the foyer.

Home sweet fucking home.

I shut the door behind me and gave my suitcase to one of the maids.

"Welcome back Mr. Romano." The middle-aged woman greeted.

I nodded and stepped further into the house.

"Oh thank God you are home." My sister Abree sighed as she approached me dragging my eleven year old brother by the collar.

She stopped in front of me with Flavio frowning beside her.

"Where is papa?" I asked, kissing Abree on the cheek, then ruffled Flavio's chestnut hair.

"He's in his office." She told me.

"And mama?"

"Outside in the garden." She stated. "So, guess what?" She breathed, glaring at Flavio.

I hummed, waiting for her to proceed.

"I caught this little rat watching porn." She whispered the last part and shoved Flavio.

I looked at him and raised a brow.

"Flavio, what did I say?"

He looked away and grinned. "That I should stop before you tell papa."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Now why didn't you stop?"

His green eyes met mine and he shrugged.

I cursed under my breath.

Typical Flavio, never listens to me.

"You knew?" Abree asked. I turned to face her. "Abree, you are lucky you caught him watching. I caught him-."

"No, no, no! Do not finish that sentence." She shrieked.

"Cazzo! You both disgust me."

Flavio laughed. Abree glared at him and slapped the back of his head. "You think this is funny, wait until I tell papa." She seethed and marched to the kitchen as she cursed in Italian.

Flavio's eyes widened in fear. "I'm in deep shit." He said.

"You are in deep shit." I repeated. "Next time you should listen to your older brother." I told him then playfully punched him and walked away.

When I reached papa's office, I didn't bother to knock so I walked in shutting the door behind me.

"Next time you walk in without knocking, I'll chop your balls off, fry them and feed them to Vito and Aria for breakfast." He said calmly as he read a file.

Vito and Aria are Rottweilers. Abree's pet dogs.

They are one aggressive mother fuckers.

"Understood?"

"Yes, papa." I said, rolling my eyes.

I took a seat in front of him and he finally looked up. He handed me the file and watched me carefully as I went through it.

"We got new information about the doll." He said.

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