The Mafia Princess and The Billionaire Twins

Chapter Four – Sarah-Sofia

Chapter Four – Sarah-Sofia

I blink open my eyes, my body is on fire from the dream, or should I say a memory that is plaguing my existence since returning home. I close my eyes, determined to try and nap once more, but the memory stubbornly refuses to leave my mind.

That night, when Jaxon Masters played his hit song ‘Are You The One’, his eyes bored into mine, my school friends all screaming around me, but I made not a sound, I just watched transfixed by him. As I stepped onto the stage, his arm was slung around my shoulder, sending shockwaves through my body, hitting my core, as once more he stared into my eyes. I have never felt so breathless, he had me under his spell. My heart pounded in my chest, as his gaze dropped down the length of my body, a soft groan escaping his lips as he took me in. My n*****s pebbled poking through the confines of my bra, into the soft silk of my top, clear for anyone to see.

“Happy birthday princess,” he had whispered to me.

The timber of his tone sent another shock wave through my body.

“Let me introduce you to my twin brother, Elliot,” he all but whispered in my ear, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

A hand then rested on the top of my arm, and the tingles that waved through my body intensified, making me clench my thighs together, as I looked up and saw his twin, staring down at me. His tongue jutted from his mouth as he licked his lips slightly, before bending over and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

“So pleased to meet you, happy birthday,” the twin said.

Dark desires flooded my mind as I stood transfixed, Elliot’s hand gently trailed down my arm, to my hand as his fingers lingered for a second more than they should. I had never been so turned on in my life, every inch of me cried out for his touch, yet my body was still in flames from the arm around my shoulder. I glanced between them, need pulsed through my body, not just for Jaxon, but for Elliot as well.

“Hope to see you on your 18th birthday,” Jaxon whispered, as both twins looked down at me with an intensity that made me weak at the knees.

Then they were gone, leaving my 17-year-old self, hot, horny, and gasping for air.

The memory never fades, it still has the same effect on my body. I have thought about it through the years, but never like I have these past weeks being home. Maybe I am just bored, used to the hustle and bustle of living in Rome. Sicily is a lot quieter way of life, maybe I just need my papa to put me to work, to stop the lustful thoughts that plague me day and night, knowing that my dark fantasy, is just that, a fantasy, and they never come true.

Dinners with my family are always interesting, a time when we all gather together around the big table, eating homemade pasta and delicious sauces. There is always something going on, we are either laughing, or joking around like what the world would class as a ‘normal’ family would do. Or we are planning an intervention with a mafia boss who is trying to hide a side of his business which we disapprove of. Sometimes it is a quiet word about their earnings, some still attempt to not pay the full percentage Papa claims as his protection fee. Often, it is time we get information from the families under our protection. Our loyal spies in the camp reporting in on things my Papa needs to know. Other times, more pressing things happen, like planning the demise of a punk-assed kid with ideas above his station, and his operation that decided to set up shop in our area and are doing things we outlawed years ago.

I have been home for three weeks, and tonight’s meal is the first one where my family are planning a hit. Mario Bocelli, a young guy has made the life-limiting choice of setting up in Tuscany, which is under Uncle Vinnie’s jurisdiction. Mario and the cronies he calls his soldiers, have made the stupid decision that their business of choice is human trafficking.

That is a big ‘no, no’ and one of the few indiscretions that facilitate a single warning, to cease and desist. If that warning is not immediately adhered to, then the choice they have made is their death along with everyone who works under them.

Human Trafficking, Drugs and Child abuse are the only things Mama agrees with Papa on, that the only way to save those who cannot save themselves is to delete the perpetrators of those crimes.

“So, what is the plan? He has been warned, but the punk has no respect, Marco. His operation is small, but he has big plans,” Vinnie tells papa.

“Are there kids involved?” Mama immediately asks.

“No, but the girls are brought to him against their will, and are barely adults, just 18,” Vinnie tells her.

Mama shakes her head in disgust, then looks as Papa, saying not a word, but turns to me, my brothers and Aunt Teresa.

“I need something from the kitchen. Come help me,” she informs us, scraping her chair back and standing up.

The fact that she does not argue against what we all know will now happen, is as close to her blessing as papa will get in these circumstances.

It is not a request from my mama, however, I want to stay, to be involved with the planning. Maybe even be part of the solution.

“Sarah-Sofia, go with your mother please,” Papa sighs, when he notices I don’t immediately follow her like my brothers Sonny and Lorenzo.

I notice that Ricardo is not required to leave, which only rubs salt in the wounds. I love my brother, however, he is not someone who has what it takes to run this type of business. He is all about love, not war, and spreading his seed far and wide.

“Papa, how am I ever going to learn if I am relegated to the kitchen with the other women and kids?” I sighed out in frustration.

“Sarah-Sofia, go!” Papa states.

I know not to argue further, because his voice goes softer than normal, a tell-tail sign he is about to lose his s**t, and trust me, you don’t want to be around when that happens. Not that he would physically hurt me, or my brothers, but Papa in a full rage, is not something you want to witness.

I stood, with a frustrated sigh, and headed to the kitchen like a good little girl. But trust me, I am going to have this conversation with my Papa, he cannot keep doing this to me. I have been on jobs before, so I do not know what his problem is. He has been keeping me locked out since returning home from university.

Storming into the kitchen, I glare at my Mama, as Aunt Tereasa smirks and shakes her head at me.

“Eva, she is pissed,” my aunt laughs.

“Well, what the f**k do you expect? I want to learn and keeping me in here making gnocchi is not going to help me take over the family!” I almost shouted at them, anger pulsing through my veins.

“It is tiramisu not gnocchi,” Aunt Tereasa laughs.

“Until you can control your emotions, then you can not go on any jobs.” Mama states in her matter of fact tone that lets you know there is no arguing and her mind is made up.

“But!” I began to protest.

“No but’s, Sarah-Sofia, you are too hyped up, and if you are not in full control of your emotions, you will make rash decisions and do something to put yourself and your papa in danger. You need to calm down, learn the legitimate side of the business. You are far to keen to get involved with this side of things. These things we do, should only be done as a last resort, and you should never crave to be involved. We only do this when there is no other option, or to protect innocent people, that the law fails to protect,” Mama lectured me, not for the first time since returning home.

I let out a sigh, and go wash my hands, take out the coffee and amaretto-soaked biscotti from the bowl, and proceed to take out my frustration on it as I compact it into the mould.

“Anyway, I need you here this week, not in Tuscany,” Mama states and I furrow my brow and look over at her.

“Why?” I sigh.

“You are going to do a stint at the hospital. I want you to learn how to clean up blood and guts, before you go out and spill any more of them. Plus, I am shorthanded in the help department. With your brother now at his medical school, and I need someone to help with bandages, cleaning the hospital, and do a few stitches every now and then, until the new doctor arrives. I have three pregnant ladies, ready to deliver any day now, and not a lot of help since Dr Cassidy retired,” Mama tells me.

I have been able to stitch wounds for as long as I can remember. Something mama insisted all of us learned from an early age. You never know when you need those skills for yourself, or a family member, given the line of work we are involved in. I have also cleaned up many a hospital ward and corridor, and all the different types of bodily fluids, when growing up. My mother took each of her children with her to work. I believe she wanted all of us to go into medicine, like she did, but more importantly to her, was that we remember that when all things are said and done, we are human. She wants to remind us that we also have a soul. Her methods worked wonders on the boys of our mafia family, but not so much on me. Apparently, I am far too much like my papa.

I know it is useless to argue that Ricardo, or Sonny, even Lorenzo, could do the job as well as me, because papa will not go against my mama. He may be the big bad mafia Don, but mama wears the trousers when it comes to family life.

“Fine,” I sigh with a pout, looking like a disgruntled teenager, which is not really helping my situation, knowing it is futile to argue.

“So, is it a new male or female doctor?” Aunt Tereasa asked.

“Male, he arrives at the end of next week. He is going to stay with my Papa, Nona Sofia and the old goat until the end of his trial period, then look for his own accommodation,” Mama states.

“Young or old?” Aunt Terri wanted to know, and both mama and I shook our heads, because we knew exactly what was coming next.

“Young, a few years older than Sarah-Sofia,” She tells us.

“Oh, good, maybe you will get yourself a nice sausage SS.” Aunt Terri winks at me.

“Eww, no!” Lorenzo huffs whilst whipping some cream. Clearly disgusted at the thought of his sister having sausage. Sony doesn’t even look up from the book he has picked up, as he sits in the corner on one of the high stools and reads.

“Is he a good Italian boy?” I asked, mimicking Nona Sofia’s voice, as both my mama and aunt laughed.

“Nope, he is English. Now, come on, let's get this finished, the men will be hungry,” Mama states, then passes me some small plates, to take through to the dining room.

As we walked back inside, I handed out the plates to my Papa and the men who I call my uncles, before taking a seat at my Papa’s side.

“I will be gone for four days, Sarah-Sofia. Enya is in command whilst I am away. He will be acting as oversight during the operation. However, you are to help him. If you are not helping your mother, keep an eye on the money coming in, it is due in a few days, and make sure nobody is short changing us,” Papa tells me.

I nod my head, it is not a small thing to check the money, only the most trusted family members are given the task. My earlier frustrations are appeased, for now. At least this is better than mopping up piss and s**t all day at the hospital. But… come hell, which it sometimes does to this family, or high water, which is useful when disposing of an undesirable with rocks tied to them, I will be involved in a retribution mission again. My first, with the Costa Lobo, was successful, and I will learn how to run a family and not by feeding them gnocchi or tirami f*****g su.

“Ricardo is coming with me,” Papa adds, as I turn and glare at my brother who simply mouths ‘sorry’ to me.

“What! Why? He never wants to go with you!” I growled out, completely annoyed.

“I will not be involved in anything SS, but Papa wants me to look at one of the legitimate businesses we run,” Ricardo states, looking as pissed off as I am about the whole thing.

“You need to have a vision that extends beyond pounding p***y. You need to find something else you are passionate about, and make your way in the world,” Papa states, pointing his fork at him.

“And you, princess. Need to sit down and get that chip off your shoulder. My word is final!”

I guess that is me sitting down then!