Sold To Mr. Giordano novel Chapter 1

Arielle

·RUINED BIRTHDAY·

The Giordano will be here today, they are from the Sicily crime family who came to Vegas for business purpose, they say the youngest son of the Giordano's is the owner of The Bellissimo, the most famous casino and hotel of Vegas, they are known as the most dangerous mafia family. The Giordano's are ten feet than us. We are just a piece of shit in front of them and I don't want them to be here today.

The knock at the door brought me back to the earth. I rush to open it.

"Happy birthday, princess." I was offered a bouquet with white roses and a small box from the Tiffany's.

"Alexander! I thought you were already left! Thank you. That's so kind of you." He was in a black suit, which suits him a lot, gives him the real appearance of a mafia Capo.

He had a smirk on his lips. "How could I miss your birthday party?" His eyes trailed at me. I blushed at his words.

I couldn't help but curious about the box. "What's in?"

"You can open it."

I unwrapped the box immediately because seriously I can't wait to open my gift, especially this one! Alexander's first offered present.

Wow! My eyes widened at the blue navy ring. "This is awesome! It will match with my birthday dress. Nice choice by the way." I smile at him.

He replied nothing but just a smirk. Then he got a phone call, his expression was a little bit weird. He made an excuse and went outside the room to answer the phone. After a little while he came back in and he didn't seem quite himself. Something's not right about him, my instinct told me that.

"Now you're about to leave, right?" I asked him with stitches brows.

"Yeah, I'm leaving and I assure you that we'll meet soon." He take some steps closer.

"You'll miss the party."

"I don't think so," he smirked devilishly. He reached for my cheek with his fingers and stroked it lightly then he placed a light kiss on it. "Have a blast," he left from my bedroom without any turn around.

***

I walk down the hall, the old pat benatar song is playing in the background. Walking across the hall, people are staring at me with a pleasant smile on their face and this makes me like the birthday girl. I smile back at all of them.

My dad comes beside me, wrapping his hand around my waist. He leads me to a table well decorated with lilac flowers. His relationship with me seems to be joyful.

Suddenly he got a phone call coming in. Then he ignored me like I'm nobody but some random girl. Yeah that's what my dear dad did on her daughter's birthday party. I was there just like a dumbass.

Luca joined us, he's the son of my father and my step brother. He was in Chicago for some business purposes and earned all the respect from my father. He's dad's favourite.

I have another step brother, Angelo. He is biologically Luca's brother with one year gap but instead of trying hard he couldn't earned the same value as Luca. I should admit the fact that he chivalrous to me.

"We're going to Chicago," my father says as he hangs up the phone.

"What happened?" Luca asks.

"Lorenzo Giordano is dead, so are eighteen of his men."

Now the war between the mafia and the Bratva seems inevitable.

"Go. Pack," my father commanded.

"Hey! My birthday party just begun. Come on!" That was bullshit. Why is he so hurried to go?

"Do as father said. It's urgent." Luca stated. That helps me understand why he's father's favourite.

"Yes. I'm staying to fight."

He doesn't want to, I know he doesn't. Angelo isn't a fighter, he'll pretend to be the cold murderer Father expects of him, but just like me-he doesn't want to be a part of this lifestyle.

***

We landed in Chicago and took the car straight to the penthouse. It was just past midnight and Father rushed me off to bed, probably so he could talk business with my brothers.

I sit on the stairs and eavesdrop instead.

"I don't like this," Angelo says.

"It doesn't matter what you like. It's what will benefit the mafia," my father barks through what sounds like gritted teeth.

"You should let her decide!" Angelo continues to argue.

"I won't hear another word about this. You will learn your place, Angelo!" Father yells. "Do you see your brother complaining? No, because he knows this will be a beneficial union. I will hear no more arguments, and no more back talk!"

After a few seconds of no talking I'm startled by Angelo turning the corner looking pissed off.

"You should be in bed. Go," he sounds cold and distant.

I nod my head, part of the reason is that I am getting tired.

Her. Angelo said, 'let her decide.' I lay awake in my room staring at the ceiling trying to decipher who her is.

Could it be me? Or maybe it's about Mother?