TW: There will be mentions of panic attacks in this chapter so if you are uncomfortable with this topic, I would suggest skipping this chapter.

"I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotten how they made everything like it-and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was." Elizabeth Scott

Something felt off. The moment this guy stepped into our home, something felt really off. I just can't figure out what. Don't ask me why because I don't know, there was just something about him that was-well off. Me and everyone else were shaking his hand and we were having a casual conversation with this John guy.

Dad had his usual business face on, making sure to show no emotions in front of a potential associate with the business. We all have to keep up this front in front our associates to invoke fear, making them far too scared to double cross us.

"I must say Mr. Romano you truly have a beautiful home." Mr. Miller expressed as he looked around the entry way of our home. Dad simply nodded his head in acknowledgement to Mr. Miller. Can he make it any more obvious that he doesn't want to be here? At least I have the decency to act like I care.

Dad's eyes wonder around the room trying to find something to interest him, eventually they land on something, and the look of boredom is immediately replaced with a look a of pride with joy mixed in.

"Mr. Miller, I would like to introduce you to my one and only daughter, Isabella." Dad announced, his face beaming with pride. I should have known only one thing or rather person could make his eyes light of with that much joy that fast.

Me and my brothers all turn around to face our only little sister, moving to the side so that Mr. Miller could see her. Mr. Miller finally turned around with slight confusion on his face probably at the announcement that we have a sister. The Romano's are known for having only males born into the family especially when it comes to the mafia world.

I observed John as he saw my sister making sure his eyes didn't wonder somewhere they shouldn't but for some reason a look of panic seeped into his features. Which was soon replaced by the look of anger at the sight of my Sorella. I look over at my sister to see her pale and shaky. It was clear she was scared but why? (Sorella-sister)

I looked over at the rest of my family to see if they have any clue what's going on with our Sorella. I made direct eye contact with Leo first, he just shrugged his shoulders at the silent question I was asking. It was the same with everyone else. Even dad. (Sorella-sister)

We all seemed to just be standing here observing the other for answers, every now and then glancing at Mr. Miller or Isabella to see if either of them moved or even broken eye contact first. I glance over at Bella once more just to see her looking more terrified than before. Then it happened.

She spoke.

Breaking the silence, we have been standing in. Although I have absolutely no idea what she said. I know she said something. Isabella cleared her throat before speaking again.

"G-ge-get o-out," Isabella muttered out meekly, her voice barely loud enough to hear. My eyes widened in surprise. Bella's never acted this way before, what the hell did this guy do to her to make her act like this?

"Why, Bella?" The words fall from my lips before I could give it second thought. My words made a questioning look fall over Bella's face showing that she was thinking about the answer to my question. "Amore Mio, please answer Elijah's question." Dad demanded trying to keep his tone calm but it's clear that he's getting aggravated from not knowing what's going on. (Amore Mio-my love)

"P-please-please just make h-him g-go away." Isabella pleaded with our father. Her pleading tone and the pain that was evident on her face making my heart hurt. To say I'm confused would be an understatement. Why the hell would she say that to John? Does she know him from somewhere? What the hell did he do to make her so terrified? But if she wants him gone, I'm all for killing him.

Dad gave her look silently asking her 'why.' "H-he's done b-b-bad-" my Preziosa sorellina was cut off, we all looked to see John making quick strides towards her. Once he was one stride away, he raised his hand he was going to hit her. As soon as his hand was raised Isabella quickly squeezed her eyes shut, put her arms up to cover her face. It looked almost out of instinct, like it was a habit. Has she been hit before? Did someone put their hands on my Sorella Minore? (Preziosa sorellina-precious little sister, Sorella Minore-baby sister)

Anger is all I feel. Nothing else. Pure and utter anger. Is this fucker the cause of her nightmares?

All of my family was ready to jump in to stop the hit. But Theo was the first one to make it to her. He looks deathly calm; it's fucking terrifying. After a minute or so Isabella finally put her arms down with a curious but scared look on her face. "What the actual fuck do you think you are doing?" Theodore questioned with a scarily calm voice, but his eyes held such anger there isn't a word to describe it. John suddenly had-what I can only assume was a surge of confidence- as words came out of his mouth. "That bitch, don't listen to anything she tells you! She's nothing more than a dirty whore!" John yelled at what seemed to be at the top of his lungs.

Isabella's eyes widened and shame crossed her face, as if what he was saying was true. From the time that I met her it's been very clear that Isabella Rose Romano is a pure angel. For him to call her anything less made everyone in the room livid. Except for Theo for he still had a look of calmness on his face which is the exact opposite of how things normally are.

As if everyone read each other's minds we all jumped into attack John, as if it was a game of who would make him scream first. Theo obviously beat all of us; within seconds John already had blood coming out his mouth, like a volcano erupting lava, with 2 of his teeth landing right in front of Ricardo. John's screams were music to my ears. I can assume it was the same for everyone else as we all had wicked smirks on our faces. Then I heard it over John's screams. It was heavy breathing.

My eyes widened and my smirk was quickly knocked off of my face. How in the hell could we forget she was still in the room? I understand my brothers but, how could I be so foolish? I scanned over the room looking for where la Mia sorellina is at. (La Mia sorellina-my little sister)

Then I saw her sitting in the corner, hyperventilating. My feet moved on their own as they moved my body towards the only thing that mattered to me right now. I dropped down in front of her, blocking the world out. I grabbed one of her hands to place it on my chest so she could feel my heartbeat. So, it could help to even out her breaths. Her breathing became more even she lifted her head, and her tear-filled eyes met my concerned ones. "Alright Tesoro I need you to do something for me, can you?" I ask in the softest voice that I can manage. Isabella looked at me hesitantly but then swiftly nodded her head. "I need you to do what I do, ok?" I whispered softly to her. Again, she nodded her head. I took one deep breath in. Isabella did the same. And then I exhaled. Once again Isabella did as I did. (Tesoro-sweetheart)

We repeated this pattern a few more times until Isabella had completely calmed down. However, she looked tired, so I leaned against the wall and gently pulled her into my lap. Questions can wait until tomorrow. She laid her head against my chest, and I rubbed my arm along her back in a soothing/comforting motion. It looked like she was fighting against going to sleep.

"It's okay amore Mio, I've got you now. No thing and no person is ever going to hurt you again." I muttered softly to the precious little girl in my arms. E se ci provano, personalmente gli strapperò gli occhi e li nutrirò spingendoli giù per la gola. I couldn't help the little grin that formed on my face at the thought. I felt her body relax in my arms and I looked down to see her deep asleep in my arms. My grin grew into a smile at the sight. (E se ci provano, personalmente gli strapperò gli occhi e li nutrirò spingendoli giù per la gola-and if they try i'll personally rip their eyes out and shove them down their throat, Amore mio-my love)

I looked up from my arms and saw all my brothers looking at me with jealousy all over their faces. While my father had his phone out taking a picture of the moment. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him to which he replied with, "What Mio Figlio, I have missed 12 years of her life. I need pictures." My father said matter-of-factly, I sighed and looked behind them to see a very unconscious John on the ground. I nodded my head towards him as if asking 'what are we going to do with him' kind of way. The jealousy on my brother's faces disappeared along with the camera of my dad's phone. Their faces all turned blank, but their eyes clearly held rage. (Mio Figlio-my son)

"Ho contattato uno dei nostri uomini per portarlo nel seminterrato per torturare e interrogarlo. Dobbiamo anche parlare con Isabella una volta che si sveglia e le chiede cosa diavolo le ha fatto questo stronzo." Dad seethed, clearly unhappy about this whole ordeal. (Ho contattato uno dei nostri uomini per portarlo nel seminterrato per torturare e interrogarlo. Dobbiamo anche parlare con Isabella una volta che si sveglia e le chiede cosa diavolo le ha fatto questo stronzo-I contacted one of our men to take him to the basement to torture and question him. We also have to talk to Isabella once she wakes up and ask her what the hell this fucker did to her.)

We all nodded in agreement to his words. Something happened to our principessa and I for one want to know what. At Least that's what half of me wants, the other half is scared to death as to what we'll find out. I was lost in my thoughts of what could have happened to my one and only principessa when I heard the sound of a wrapper. I look up only to Ilias standing there with a bag of chips in hand pulling one of the chips out. We all look at him to not only shake our heads but also roll our eyes in annoyance.

"What? I'm a stress eater and this is a very stressful time" Ilias remarked to all of us. (Principessa-princess)