Being taken from her family at the age of 7, Anastasia Rossi was forced to undergo harsh punishments. She was forced to grow up fast and was taught how to fight. After years of being trained by "The Society" and Elias Anastasia was sent out on a mis...
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I sat in the dining room waiting for everyone Alessio wants me to meet. I look down at my lap and notice a message ding on my phone.
I turn my phone off making a mental note to answer that later.
I look around and notice nobodies in the room. I get bored waiting for them so I get up and go find my way back to my room.
Rude I know?
But them being late is rude as well.
Opening the door to my room I see Alondra sitting on her bed waiting for somebody or something? I don't even know. She just looks eager.
"Hey, aren't you suppose to be at the lunch?" She asks curiously.
"They're late so I don't give a fuck if I'm late,"
I sit on my bed and open my laptop only to see a bright ass screen. "Did you change my background?" I raise an eyebrow at Alondra.
"Maybeee" she grins.
I roll my eyes and change it back to what it was before.
"Mia!" Matteo screams as he busts the door open.
"What?" I roll my eyes at him.
"The meeting?!" He screams at me.
"Y'all were late, so I left!" I scream back.
"Get your ass up and get downstairs," he glares.
Whatever.
I get up and wave to Dreya before going downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to see a whole bunch of people.
Bodyguards sitting at the counter and people surrounding the dining table.
"And who might you all be," I ask.
"Your late," Alessio glares.
"Correction, you were late," I smirk.
I sit down at one of the chairs at the table. "Answer my question," I glare.
"Introduce yourselves," Alessio motions.
The people sitting around the dining table go first. "Matteo," Matteo grins.
"Lorenzo," Lorenzo rolls his eyes.
I roll mine back fed up with his attitude.
"Jackson, I'm Matteo's friend," whatever his name was, speaks.
"I'm Camilla, Alessio's Wife," She says in a low tone.
"This is Riccardo our son," She says.
A son?!
How long have I been gone?!
I look down at the little boy. He had dark brown hair and big hazel eyes. He looked just like, just like.
