"Sì mama, I will."

"Uh huh."

"Of course."

"Okay."

I sent a quick smile to Amara who was now leaning against the wall patiently waiting for my call to end, my mother had so many things to say - she was horribly excited. I'd already went through this with Amara and she had readily agreed having never travelled to Italy before. Since the brawl on the street it had become apparent that our stay in NYC was surely coming to a close. So I decided to move our trip to Italy to today, staying in the city was no longer an option available to us. Evidently I'd scheduled our plane to leave at four, giving plenty of time for the woman to pack her belongings.

"Mama, we will see you there okay?" I pushed. My eyes flickered over to Amara who was clutching her chest like this was the cutest thing she'd ever heard. Women are a mystery. "Okay, ti amo. Arrivederci."

"I love your mom."

"You haven't even met her yet."

"I know that." she scoffed cross her arms and stomping out of the room, "Hurry up!"

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my duffel bag that held only the simplest of things and making sure I hadn't left anything behind. I closed the door behind me then jogged downstairs where Amara stood near the door with a bored look on her face. "Impossible woman." I mumbled moving to open the door and stepping aside for her to walk through.

"Thanks."

"Mhm." I hummed as I locked the door and led the way to the garage. I looked around, so many of my cars where here. I groaned realising I'd have to pick my absolute favourite and take that with me because I wouldn't be back for a long while. I heard a giggle from behind me and turned to give Amara a well deserved glare. "Okay," I smiled bitterly, "Which car would you like to take Ms. Ackerman?"

"Whatever can carry the most baggage because I kid you not - you'll need the boot space." she replied looking around. I realised the woman was probably very much drowning in clothing, I expected at least six suitcases for her things alone. I was sure we could fit some of them in the back seat along with the boot so any car was fine, not helping to narrow it down for sure.

"Any one sweetheart."

"Oh," she jumped walking through to the near back I watched her hips sway as she walked, "This one." I turned to my gaze to the direction she was pointing. Lamborghini Veneno.

"Impressive taste." I commented swinging the duffel bag over my shoulder and grabbing the keys for the car from the hook. I stopped mid-step turned around and decided to bring all the keys with me, getting robbed now was a real high chance. I dropped them in my duffel bag and ignored Amara smirking from the back of the garage. I clicked the remote opening the car.

"This one looks so cool." she marvelled. I chuckled at her innocence, how adorable.

"They only made three models. I pre-ordered it before it came out." I informed.

"Wow," she said running her hand along the hood of the car, "How much was it?" she looked to me with wide eyes.

I smiled, "3.9 million dollars."

"Uh, okay," she breathed, "Good on you."

"Thanks." I nodded for her to enter before getting in myself and swinging the bag to the back seat. I started up then reversed, I felt glad now that she'd chosen a car from the very back - I think that may have been one of the important factors to her decision.

"How much time do I have to pack?"

"About an hour and a half." I replied glancing over quickly before returning my eyes to the road, I see her nodding in the corner of my eye. "Do you need more time than that?"

"Oh no." she shook her head, "I'm fine."

"Okay."

I was going to Italy.

I mean I knew that I was going there eventually, I just didn't think it would be so soon. What do you even bring to a place like Italy, would I be needing swimsuits? I'll bring everything. I'm sure we will be living there permanently at some point. I'd always dreamed of living with my boyfriend or husband. The idea made me blush since technically I was talking about Dominic and the idea still seemed kind of foreign to me.

We pulled into the guest parking of my building and exited simultaneously, the elevator ride was awkward but it was soon over. Dominic took a seat on my couch as I ran to my room and brought out all my suitcases. He watched with a raised brow as I set down one after the other on the floor of the living room. A total of eight bags. Was he surprised?

I ignored his dumbstruck look and started loading my stuff in there, one bag for shoes, one for swimsuits, one for lingerie - which was the most awkward to pack - one for pants, one for tops, one for coats and jackets and one for accessories and toiletries - which was also awkward to pack. I stood with my hands on my hips blowing a strand of hair out of my face. I'd zipped 'em up and we now had forty minutes left.

"I'm done." I announced to Dominic who now lay on his stomach - one hand holding his head upright - on my couch, watching patiently.

"Oh you are?" he sat up shaking his head, "I wasn't so sure."

I snorted.

We now had twenty-five minutes remaining since we'd spent the last fifteen loading the car which - lucky for Dominic - could fit everything. Though his duffel bag was getting a little squished.

Dominic huffed as he took his seat in the car, "You know there's guns in that duffel bag right?"

"I don't care." I smiled.

"Impossible woman."

"Whatever."

He started the car and began driving to the airport which luckily for us wasn't too far away, we passed through some gates and came to a stop in the middle of the landing site. In front us stood a large jet which I guess - no surprise here - was Dominic's private jet. I swung my legs over, I'd had time to change out of the oversized tee and into something more appropriate. I wore a half black half beige dress that was tight around my chest but flowed out from the waist, black louboutin shoes and my hair out.

We approached the plane and were greeted by another italian man to whom Dominic handed the keys, Dominic placed the palm of his hand on my lower back and began to lead me into the plane. I sat in one of the white leather seats and he took seat in the seat diagonal from me, he pulled out his phone and began texting. I took this as some kind of dismissal and started looking around, I clipped my seatbelt on and studied the interior closely. It's like some kind of bachelor pad in here, I bet he'd had a good time with some of his friends in here before. I turned to look at him, he was now just looking out the window. He really was beautiful. With his perfect hair, perfect lips and perfect jawline I couldn't stop staring. I quickly looked away as he turned to look at me, "You're drooling."

I frown. He chuckles.

"When will we be landing?" I asked turning to look at the window.

"5 hours." he answered still watching me.

"Okay."

"I know a way we can pass the time." he suggested. I turned to frown at him. "It burns calories at the same time, I think its a good idea." I continued to frown at him glaring. "What? No?"

"Unbelievable." I scoffed.

"What got you so grumpy?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh."

We ended up playing a ton of card games - of course a mafia man had poker cards in his private jet - watched a movie and searched up weird things on google. I had argued with him for about twenty minutes on the genre of the movie, he ended up giving in and letting me pick the movie. I chose the Justin Bieber Believe Documentary because I absolutely loved that film and I wanted him to suffer a little for teasing me.

We were now playing hide and seek and I was expertly folded on the last shelf of the linen cupboard, Dominic was walking leisurely around the plane looking in all different places - obviously trying to build tension. He's walked past the cupboard about three times now, I'm starting to think he knows where I am. "Amara," he sang, "Come out come out wherever you are."

God I love that accent.

I pressed my lips together holding my breath as he came to a stop in front of the cupboard doors, I watched closely. Suddenly the door flew open and I was so taken back by the movement that I had a spasm, hit my head on the shelf above me and tumbled out onto the floor. Dominic couldn't stop laughing, he was bent over clutching his stomach practically not breathing whilst I pouted like an angry five year old.

We both stilled as the intercom announced the plane was landing in five minutes so we should probably take our seats. Dominic chuckled as he held his hand out for me to take, I rolled my eyes grabbing his hand anyway and getting to my feet. "That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen." He said taking his seat once again. I huffed taking my seat and clipping my belt. "My mom said she's excited to meet you." He informs like it's a passive thing but it makes my heart flutter, it makes me feel special.

"Oh," I could feel myself blushing, "That's nice."

"Yeah." He was looking at his phone again. Bad habit. I ignored him and turned my attention to the window, Italy was very beautiful and if I wasn't mistaken we were landing in the city of Rome.

"Dominic."

"Hmm?"

"Is it true that they named the airport after Leonardo da Vinci?"

"Yes," he smiled, "The airport we're landing at is called Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. But everyone calls it Fiumicino Airport."

"Wow." I breathed.

As soon as the plane landed we exited and let's just say I wasn't expecting the crowd, Vince's expert attempt at ruining Dominic's reputation had obviously failed because the people were even more interested in us. The lights were flashing and words were being said but you couldn't hear much over the commotion. I tried not to fall and luckily I didn't although I couldn't see sh-t.

Dominic placed a hand on my back and led me through the glass doors, "Unfortunately there is no other way to get to the other side." He informed, I just nodded and let his hand lead me. We were surrounded by five other men dressed in well-tailored black suits and they all looked like they were trying extra hard not to stare. I was led through crowds of people with their phones out taking pictures and videos, a group of girls tried to get their hands on Dominic but they were swatted off by the suited men. It was good that the men were there 'cause if those girls had gotten their grimy hands on Dominic I would've swatted them myself, and it wouldn't have been as pretty. I was tempted to poke my tongue out at them but surely someone would've caught a picture of it and that wouldn't be very wise.

We were met out the front by a different Italian man with curly brown hair and dark eyes, Dominic addressed him in Italian then we got into the back of the car. There were two other cars, one in front and one behind. As soon as we settled in they began driving.

"I don't like those girls." I stated. I had no real reason to, I just hoped it sent the message through – I wouldn't be very happy with other girls hanging around Dominic, I have a right to that.

"I didn't think you would." He said typing on his phone again. Bad habit. But I was glad he wasn't teasing me about it.

Some time passed and all I did was look out the car window and ask questions about the places we passed, there were many beautiful places and the city lived up to the hype. Looking closely at all the buildings, plants and people was mesmerizing I barely noticed all the time that had passed until Dominic was tapping my shoulder. "We're here." He whispered, I had no idea he'd gotten so close to me over the past half hour and it got me wondering how long he'd been there. I held back a gasp as the line of trees ended and revealed a tall iron fence and behind it three large buildings. It didn't look like a bloody house, it looked like an estate – the man was awful at elaborating. The massive piece of land held three homes which I presumed housed the help or the other members of the familia.

There were beautiful plants, decorated bushes and statues and fountains placed all around the front of the estate. The car began to turn and I returned my attention back to where we were, the gate was taller than the fence and had two cream pillars either side of it. The number ninety-six was bolted in black to the pillar on the left and on the pillar on the right was an intercom. The car in front stopped and a man's hand clicked the button. I was amazed by this so I turned to look at Dominic and he looked terribly bored, I rolled my eyes and returned my focus back to the window.

The gates began to open but we came to a stop once again where guards waited to check the cars, security I presumed was for the safety of the people inside and for protection against rivals. I can only imagine the constant worry mafia men must have to go through for their wives and children, all this was perfectly acceptable in my book.

After the check they let us through and we drove down the long driveway which I'd noticed was made of round stones that were different shades of grey. I decided to stop gawking at everything worried I'll give the wrong first impression once the car came to a stop, there must be people watching from inside of the house. Their soon-to-be Capo dei Capi was returning home today, of course they would be excited.

The cars stopped right before the steps that lead to the double doors which soon flung open releasing a young brunette running towards the car, the driver had exited intent on opening the door for us but she brushed him off and opened the door herself. She squealed grabbing my hand and yanking me out of my seat, with a loud 'whoa' I was standing in front of... who exactly?

She must've noticed the confused look on my face and proceeded to inform me, "I'm Claire. Dominic's sister and your new best friend." She smiled broadly, I nodded as if I was taking it in. Best friend?

"You're a creep Claire." Dominic said getting out of the car and flinging the door shut behind him. The men were already unloading my bags and taking them inside, one of them got the duffel bag and handed it to Dominic. Claire ignored his statement and started leading me inside with both arms linked in one of mine. She started babbling on about all the girls I'd be friends with and warning me that Clarissa was already here so I should watch my back. Clarissa is a pain in my ass, I don't know how I hadn't realized it before but why in the world would she still show up?

"Dominic is that you?" a woman sang, she soon came into view – she looked like an older version of Claire, she had blue eyes unlike both her children and the most infectious smile – I knew because it was the first thing I saw when she rounded the corner. She gasped, "Oh you're so pretty."

"Oh man." I heard Dominic mumble before he disappeared around the corner, can't believe he's abandoning me like this.

"Ignore him," she smiled.

"You must be Dominic's mother." I smiled.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Oh no, God no."

She chuckled, "Don't worry I'm just playing with you. You can call me Belladonna."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you," she smiled, "What is yours?"

"Amara."

"As in bitter?" she was confused. Dominic was also confused.

"Dominic has made that mistake before," I didn't mean to sound so annoyed, "It means peaceful and immortal."

"Not in this country sweetheart, I will not be last to confuse it."

"Wonderful." I breathed. She laughed, she must find me amusing.

"Claire?" she called and Claire returned with another girl tailing behind her, "Isn't she gorgeous? Bellisimo."

"Si mama," Claire chuckled. "Can we take her now?"

"Of course." She sighed.

"It was nice meeting you Belladonna," I called over my shoulder as Claire dragged me off and her friend pushed me forward.