Chapter 12

Jessica's POV

"Excuse me? I flew here to my so-called birthplace for hours and fucking crying my eyes out at how awful my life is, I was told that what I've done all along with my life is useless. What do you take my life as? A fucking joke?!" I screamed at people sitting infront of me. Foods infront of me was the least of my concern at this point.

"You're my niece and your parents are my brother and sister-in-law; Michel and Patricia Knight. Your dad used to be the most feared mafia leader in the world a few decades ago and I don't know how your mom and he met."

"We didn't mind each other's business and we liked having all the privacy to ourselves. One day, I heard that the whole gang was attacked and was killed by Russian mafias." I clenched my teeth, listening to Damon explain the whole situation.

I was a whole lot mess listening to it. I was finally fine after learning the news that I was an adopted child and now, do I have to face this? What is this? A fucking TV show? As much as I wanted to barge out of the room, I decided to listen to what he had to say.

"I didn't know my brother had a daughter till a friend of mine mentioned you during Moonlight Serenade; a ball that is held every three years for mafias around the world to meet and socialize."

"After hearing that my brother had a daughter, I sent my men to all over the world to find you. It took months to find out that you were staying with the Scotts. Table had turned the moment we found you, Jessica because right now, I am the don but according to elders and rules, you should be the one."

"You're an heiress of Italian mafia and I will have to step down pretty soon. It's good that we've found you because honestly, I am getting old and I will have to pass my position to Fiona, since she is my only child but I was worried because she won't be able to handle the responsibility as a don."

"I apologize for all the hardships we've caused you, Jessica. We truly are but you have to accept the fact. It's the truth." Damon, Kate and Fiona looked at me with desperate and guilty eyes and I scoffed at it.

"Now that you guys have been lying to me all along for whatever you guys are trying to get, how am I supposed to believe you guys? How am I supposed to trust whatever you guys have said? Do you really think that believing the fact that you're suddenly the daughter of a freaking mafia is an easy thing to believe? What now?"

"You guys have deceived me so HOW IN THE HELL am I supposed to believe you guys again? I fucking gave you guys a chance to prove yourselves and this is what you call as 'Showing sincerity'?" I wallowed over at them as I stood from my seat and glared at all of them.

"Oh, and if whatever you guys have said is true, what makes you think that I can handle the whole mafia thing? What makes you so sure that I can take care of the whole empire? And it's ridiculous that you guys lied to me and brought me here because you want me to take over. At least Fiona knows things about mafia but I don't know shit." I yelled with my voice aching from all the shouting. The whole thing was just way too much to take in but I wasn't left with much choice. I better get the things straight.

"I believe in you Jessica. You have never tried it so how would you know if you could without trying? Everything looks impossible before you try it. I will assign you some mentors and I will help you lead the empire. It would be better to live with us because living with Scotts will only bring you and them trouble."

"If people know your real identity, they would try anything to kill you and anyone related to you because that's how the whole mafia works. If they find out you're the only real heir, they would do everything they have to kill the next heir so they could take advantage and take over the whole empire. Would you risk it, the Italian mafia that was built by your mom and dad? When they risked their life to save it and go against Russian mafias back then?" Damon pleaded but I was too angry to listen.

"What fucking proof do you have to say that my real parents are dead? I don't fucking care what you guys are plotting but if you think you can just fool me with your words, you're so naive. At this moment, I don't even know whom to trust and I am not even sure who my biological parent is."

"Do I even have a mom and dad who gave birth to me? I really have no idea thanks to you three. You guys lied to me from the first time we met. You said you guys were my biological parents. Now you're telling me you're my uncle and aunt and my parents are dead. " I screamed on top of my lungs but you can hear the helplessness in my voice.

"Your parents are dead so there isn't anything that can actually prove it but I am sure these two things can change your mind." Damon spoke calmly and took out a folder from his leather laptop bag, He then passed me the file and I touched it before opening it. I couldn't figure out what was inside though.

I opened it and there were a couple of pictures. I looked at the picture first and there was a man and woman standing side my side that looked oddly familiar. I've never met them before but it felt like I've met them somewhere. I looked at the second picture and it was the older version of them, holding a baby with huge smiles on their faces. And the man's smile is what made me freeze and stop me from breathing.

I was so familiar with that smile. That smile was what I saw every day when I tried to encourage myself, by smiling infront of the mirror. The next thing I noticed was the necklace the woman was wearing. My mind was forming millions of scenarios and I forced it to stop making assumptions.

I looked inside the file, looking for more pictures when I saw a necklace inside. My hand worked on its record and took the necklace out of the file. My eyes started to tear up as I saw the necklace. I subconsciously reached out for the necklace that I've been wearing for the rest of my life that was hanging around my neck.

My vision was blurred with tears as my key necklace fit the lock perfectly. I couldn't control my tears when the lock opened and it was the same necklace the woman was wearing in the picture. I put the pieces together and cried louder and harder when I realized that the two people in the pictures were my parents.

My real parents.