The Spanish Mafia are sitting around the sofa with their heads in their hands. It was the day, no one could forget this day . It was the day they had lost her, their bella. Their akwardness was suddenly, intruppeted by a phoen call. It made them look up and stare at the phone wondering what could be so important right now. The oldest of them all, Allesandro stood up and answered it.

  "Hello" He said, curious who was behind the phone call. The caller didn't have a name ID. Allesandro could hear some shuffling, but he couldn't put his finger into what it was. The shuffling stopped and he could hear the person behind this clearing his throat.

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  "Are you Allesandro Monetti?" A deep male voice said. Allesandro furowed his eyebrows and picking up the phone went out of the room, leaving behind his starstruck brothers.

  "Yes I am." Allesandro said, he couldn't tell what the man's tone was.

  " Your sister , Bella has lost her mother in a car crash and we found out you are the only family members she has " That was it, Allesandro didn't need to hear more. He shut the call and went back to where his brothers were.

  "Get a flight ready, Our princesa is coming back." As soon as those words came out of his mouth a wide smile was plasted around his youngest brother's mouth.

  This was certanily the happiest day of their lives.