Elena's POV

"Papa," I say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Grace," he says. He always uses my middle name when talking to me. My first step mom picked my first name and he picked my middle. Not that either really care about me. He wanted a boy and my mom wanted a Victoria Secret model of a daughter. My papa never has time for me but I know he loves me. He just doesn't know how to show it.

"How are you, I haven't seen you in 7 months," I say fiddling with my fingers.

"I've been busy, I'm not here for idle chitchat, I have a company to run," He says not looking at me.

Of course, because it would be to much work to have an actual conversation.

"You wanted to talk?" I ask sitting in the chair in front of him.

"It's about the Mafia," He says purring himself a glass of whiskey.

"What about it?" I ask confused. The mafias never had anything to do with my parents.

I built everything myself.

I involved them because I love them and want them safe but I never gave either power or anything.

I made everything on my own, my gang, my Mafia, my family.

"It's about a peace between The Silent and The Cobras," He says nonchalantly.

"Excuse me, no disrespect papa, but this is my family. Peace between me and other gangs doesn't concern you. The only reason your even slightly involved in any of this is because I have enemies and want you safe, I would prefer it if you stayed out of the interpersonal relationships of my family," I say.

"I want you to be safe and cared for when I'm not around," he says downing his whole glass.

"I run the most feared gang and mafia in the world and your worried about my safety, and if I'm cared for?" I ask confused.

I am very capable of taking care of myself.

"You weren't able to take care of yourself when it came it Noah, you had to be saved." he says purring another drink.

"You know why I wasn't able to defend myself, its not my fault Moriah did what she did. The both of them left me with plenty of trauma and triggers and I can't be this strong ass mafia girl all the time. When I'm around anyone in this 'family' I go back to that scared little girl and you know that. You can't use my trauma against me, this is my gang and my real family that we are talking about, I'm not putting them in danger because you cant be like a normal parent and do your job of actually checking in. You don't even deserve the title of my papa your nothing but a sperm-donor."

"Young lady, I brought you into this world, I am your father, you will do what I tell you," he says angrily. He went to take another drink from his glass but it took it from his hand.

"If you called me here after all these months to tell me how to run my business, I'll be leaving." I say setting his drink down and standing up.

"Your marrying Luca Blanks," he says. I freeze and turn around.

"Like hell I am, you may be my papa but you do not control me, I have things I need to do, like have dinner with my real family. The people who actually care about me, if you will excuse me." I say resuming my walk to the door.

"You are not excused, Luca is out there waiting for you, go to him and leave with him. Him and his gang is your new family. You are no longer welcomed in this home, you have brought shame to this family," he says throwing a ring at me and grabbing his drink and taking a sip.

I walk up to him and take the glass from him purring the liquid into the garbage and throwing the 5,000 dollar glass against the wall.

"Since I pay for your house, I will excuse myself when I please, it was a rhetorical question and you know that. Luca is out there waiting, and will continue to wait because I am not marrying him." I hand him the ring.

"And I am the only good thing that came out of this famiglia, you and your alcoholic self, your psychotic ex wife, and egotistical son in law, are the real disgrace," with that I walk away, ignoring his threats.

Luca is standing in the family room waiting for what I assume is me. Well, Helena Torres. Right now I look like a mix between Helena Torres and Elena Wilson. I'm dressed in black skinny jeans and a skin tight gray shirt with a light pink wool scarf. I paired it with a simple pair of gray combat boots. I left my hair down from school and didn't bother putting on a wig because I thought I was just going to see my papa.

My contacts are out and my makeup is natural. At first glance you'll see Elena Wilson but when you see my eyes, what makes me look really different, you'll notice the different color.

"Fottutamente fantastico," I mumble under my breath. I'll just have to compromise. I walk into the kitchen and try to find Marla, she's a maid about 19, but she's about my size in clothes. I see her walking by with a laundry basket.

"Marla, can I barrow your maid outfit?" I ask.

"Ms. Torres, why on earth would you want to be seen in a maid outfit?" she asks.

"Nessuna domanda chiesta," I say walking up to her. She nods.

"Let me just go change real quick and I'll give it to you." she says. I nod and thank her.

Once she hands me her maid outfit, a modest black dress with a white apron and flat shoes, I thank her and gave her the rest of the day off.

After I changed I put my hair into a bun and put my clothes in the laundry basket Marla left. I kept my head down as I passed the living room and walked up the stairs. I let out a breath of relief when he all he did was look my way. I walked into my room and grabbed my wig. I put it on carefully and changed into another outfit.

I put on another pair of black skinny jeans, and a gray cropped hoodie. I parted my wig, then grabbed a pair of gray snow boots from my closet.

I walked downstairs and into the living room. Luca looks at me and smiles.

"I really don't want to force you into this Elena," He says walking up to me. I smile and him and shake my head.

"It doesn't matter, its not happening. My papa has absolutely no say on what happens with my gang or my mafia or anything else I own." I say.

"Didn't he run the mafia before you?" He asks confused.

"No, I started this all my self. Everything you see now I did by myself. My gang is my family and I care about all of them. He only knows about this gang stuff because I want him safe and I wasn't about to hide my true identity from the world like some scared chick," I say. He nods.

"But aren't you still in school?" he asks.

"I home school with my bestfriend," I say. He nods taking in all this information.

"So if you run all this gang shit, why did your dad tell me that in order to keep his empire going he wants peace between our gangs official and that's why we were to be married?" he asks.

"You are really nosy, and ask to many questions." I say rolling my eyes.

"Because my papa likes to be in control, and he doesn't like that with my gang come my rules. He doesn't like not being able to control my life, like he used to. He's not used to not getting what he wants to he'll try to manipulate anyone he needs to get what he wants. What he wants now is to be the most powerful, and since I'm Helena Torres, the most powerful person in the world, he wants to try to be my papa again," I say deciding that if we are going to talk I'm going to sit.

"So he pretended that he was boss so he could manipulate me into marrying you so he could become the father of both of us, and try to control us so he ultimately had all the power?" he says, finally understanding.

"Right, but I'm done letting him control me," I say looking at him square in the eye.

"Helena Grace Carina Emilia Torres Wilson, what did you do to your father?" my stepmother asks walking into the living room.

Most step moms are mean and rude but Lucia is the only person who has ever actually made an effort at being my mom.

"Mother, I just told him that he wasn't my father but a sperm-donor, that he doesn't control me, that he's an alcoholic, and that I'm not marrying Luca Blanks, because he's trying to take over my gang by marrying me off to someone he can manipulate, no offense Luca," I say.

"Some taken,"

"He tried to put you in a arranged marriage without even talking to me?" she asks confused. I nod my head and roll my eyes. Of course that's all she would comment on. She is already to use to the other things to care.

"Elena you know he loves you," she says walking up to me.

"He loves power and money more, if I payed off the house and never told him about this gang stuff he wouldn't even notice if I died." I say matter of factly.

"Helena Grace Carina Emilia Torres Wilson, I told you to get out of my house," my dad says walking in drunk.

"Is this a new thing, were everyone just calls out my full name to get my attention?" I ask trying to lighten the mood. I don't think he realizes that Luca doesn't know that I am both Helena Torres and Elena Wilson and if people keep repeating my name, it won't take long before he finds out. It's not exactly rocket science.

"Lorenzo Torres, don't talk to your daughter that way," my mom says standing up. I find it funny neither has even acknowledged Luca's existence.

"She's not my daughter, she's a disgrace. She might as well just permanently change her name to Helena Wilson, because she doesn't deserve to be a Torres, she deserves to keep the name of her piece of a shit mother, because she's becoming a piece of shit to," he says.

"Don't you ever talk about my mother that way, she left because of you. You couldn't handle the fact that she didn't bow down and worship you when you were wrong. She did the smart thing leaving you when she did, she would have gone pazza. You are such a egotistical narcissistic cold hearted bastard, who cares about no one but himself. I lost my mom because you were more worried about how much money you had to spend on liquor the next week to remember a wedding anniversary." I say walking towards him.

"And you are so right, I am NOT your daughter, what we had was a toxic relationship and I'm so disappointed in myself for not noticing that sooner. So don't worry I'll be out of MY house, that I pay for with MY money, but you can keep it, not because you deserve it, but because this women that you married decided that she would do the parenting for the both of you well I grew up, so the least I can do is pay for her house." I say.

When I was done with my dramatic monologue, I was standing right in front of him. Before I could respond a loud smack sounded through the room. My face swung to the side from impact and I stood there shocked. My papa just hit me. He has never laid a hand on me before. Not once.

One tear made its way down my cheek as the room stayed silent. I just shook my head.

"Nonno would be so disappointed." I say wiping my cheek.

"Mom, you know the offer still stands if you ever want to leave this bastard, my shit will be out of the house by tomorrow morning and if you need anything don't hesitate to call." I say looking at Lucia. She nods and hugs me.

"I'm so sorry my bambina," she whispers in my ear before pulling back. I turn around and face Luca.

"And you Mr. Blanks, I am so sorry for all of this, I'll show you to the door." I say turning around and looking at Luca. He gives me a soft smile and nods.

Italian Translations:

Famiglia - family

Fottutamente fantastico - fucking fantastic

Nessuna domanda chiesta - no questions asked

Papa - dad

Nonno - grandpa

Pazza - crazy