5 Mafia Brothers and Their Lost Princess

Chapter 5

Xander

"I know my medicine and there's a month's worth left for me. I'll take care of myself, and you can visit me once I'm with them. Please go… "

Mirabella nodded at his words and I cursed at the little boy about how he managed to convince her, while me and dad just couldn't… He gave me a glance and I swear there was a smug look… I looked at dad, who was fuming. I slightly held his hand and he gave me a glare to which I shook my head. He took a deep breath and spoke…

"Princess... How about we go now and, if you want, then we can come here when his guardian comes? We'll ask them to pass it to us. Okay? "

She looked down sadly and nodded... I breathed out in relief… Finally, she is coming with us…

They both hugged and dad took her into the car while I stood back…

"Who took her photo? "

I asked, getting into my previous cold tone… No way anyone had her photo on their phone… An officer raised his shaking hand… I took two powerful strides towards him and reached out my hand...

"Phone.... "

He quickly handed me his phone and in a moment, it was smashed to the ground after I deleted it. I grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall.

"How dare you click her photo in a sleeping state? Be grateful that I'm letting you live to find and safeguard yourself till we come… "

I threw him on the floor and started walking away, but my eyes locked with umm? Puto?

"You... Stay away from my sister! "

I warned and turned…

"Why not try to keep your sister away from me? "

I stopped and looked at him.

"What...? "

"Why not try to keep your sister away from me? See if she stays away… I already gave her away. See if you can make her stay… "

The pulse in my neck pulsed faster, and my jaw locked… He was challenging me and that was so evident in the way he was talking.

"She doesn't need you. "

"Of course she doesn't, but you guys will need me… You guys will find me and bring me to her yourselves! "

That's too much confidence for a 7-year-old…

"You're my half brother, aren't ya bro? Better enjoy the week I gifted you guys as my first meeting… "

I gritted my teeth and held back a punch because punching a 7-year-old sick kid is too degrading for a Russo...

"We'll see... Puto? "

"Peter... Peter De Vonn.. Puto is for someone I value… You definitely do not even come last in that list. "

He turned on his heels and walked back. I really wanted to grab his neck and hang him on a hook, but I heard the car honk.

I turned and got into the car and my mood lightened immediately… But she sat too far from dad in a corner and dad's face looked too sour. I frowned, wondering if something was going on between them… Dad looked at me as I sat in front and sighed…

"Principessa? You want to eat something? "

He asked softly, which he never used with us even when we were young.

"Thank you, but no Mr Russo. "

I was shocked and looked back, shocked and dad's face soured more, and he looked outside, and I knew he was sad. The passing streetlights gave me a clear view of his tears that filled his eyes. I clearly remember how happy he looked when he heard her calling him dad. So that's what happened.

"Princess.. That's not what you call your dad. I know we met a few moments ago, but he is your father. "

She nodded but said nothing and I signed…

"Come on princess… If you're mad that we didn't take Peter with us, then we're sorry, but you understand that's illegal, right? "Do you want us to go to jail, baby? "

I cooed, and she quickly looked up at me.

"No~~ It's just.... "

The way she quickly said no meant she cared. I saw how dad smiled a bit. Her head dropped again…

"He is sick.. He has a rare leukemia which is not curable. He may not live long like us. "

Though that boy was a jerk minutes ago, I still felt pity that he was not well like us. Dad also turned to her, listening… We were both not that interested in what she was saying, but her voice was too sweet so we didn't complain.

"Mom passed away when she was a year old. I have raised him since then, so I'm just too attached to him to let go of him. I promised mom to look after him always. "

My heart twisted in a way as she said about the promise. I promised mom something too. Alas, she wasn't there to witness it.

I heard a snuffle and she was crying. Dad had already put his hand around her and pulled her to his chest… And that made me realize that I hadn't hugged her even once. But the way she flinched away? I saw how she flinched when dad hugged her… I swear something was wrong, and I'll ask her when she is comfortable with us.

Soon the sniffles stopped, and I heard harsh slow breathing and saw her already sleeping in dad's arms. Dad looked as confused as me… And her breathing? Something felt wrong with the way she breathed out … Maybe being a doctor made me paranoid, but I took a mental note to check her when we reached New York. I don't think a healthy person is this skinny and pale.

Alexander

As soon as we got in the car, she sat further away from me, which hurt me to the core. She looked visibly hurt, and I knew it was because of not taking Puto with us.

"Like I said princess… We'll be back after a week, okay? “

She nodded and sank further into the corner. I swear I'll contact the Guardian to never let go of custody and even pay for his every necessity. But I'll not let that boy near her… He is not like a normal 7-year-old.

Maybe I am being like this because he is from Isabella and another man. My insides burned at the thought of her with someone else doing the same thing as we did. She is-was never this type, but... f**k I don't care now! I have a daughter that she kept for 17 years, and she is my blood. She is what I care about and no one else.

"Principessa? Are you OK? "

Not like I didn't feel her flinching when I touched her… Or when Xander approached her… I wonder what she went through to react that way? I swear I'll find out and do justice to my daughter…

"Yes Mr. Russo.. "

I felt my stomach twist and my eyes widened… Isabella? How much do you influence my daughter?

I remember how she used to call me 'Mr Russo' because I pissed her off or upset her. But something outside my princess called me Mr. Russi pissed me off…

"You don't get to call me that! "

My voice came out harsher than I expected, and she jolted up from her seat, looking at me in horror before lowering her eyes. I regretted it immediately and tried to soothe her, but f**k! I never did that even if I had 5 boys.

"Why isn't Xander coming back yet?! "

I spoke to the driver and wished him here because he really helps in this kind of situation. I told the driver to honk, and soon he entered the car.

Present

I looked at Xander in confusion at how fast she was asleep with me… I don't understand if that's because she was tired or too comfortable to be lulled to sleep… The second one sounded unrealistic but good for heart…

"Dad... "What has happened to her all these years…? "

He whispered and even I had that question. She raised? A 10-year-old child who needs to be raised. Raising a year-old baby sounds very terrifying. Imagine all the horrors she faced because being a parent of 5 still didn't prepare me for such things.

"What did you go through with my principessa? "