CHAPTER 2- My Idiot Twin And My Lost Queen

Stephan POV

I was having a good day so far, the sun was nowhere to be seen, my enemies were either dead or terrified of my wrath, I had just fucked the daughter of a wealthy politician, so all in all today was going pretty well for me. But of course, my incompetent twin brother Henrik had to ruin everything by getting into a fight with our rival gang….for the fourth time this month.

How many times had I told that idiot, son of a bitch (sorry mama) to stop drinking and fighting at the same time, this was the third time this week that I had to bail him out of jail.

“Can you once in your useless goddamn life do as you’re told! I swear the next time you get caught I’m not coming to help you and you can rot in jail with the rest of those old geezers.”

“Awww come on brother, you know you secretly love me and would miss having me around if you ever did that, I’m the sunshine in your life.” I rolled my eyes at him, because I would never admit it out loud and even kill anyone who dared to say it, but regardless of everything, I did love my brother and my 2 sisters, Zahra and Ava and would kill and die for them.

“Yeah yeah, stop being an ass or else I will leave you on the side of the road and make you walk all the way back home in the dark,” I threatened as I drove us back home in my royal blue bugatti Veyron.

Thankfully Henrik stayed quiet for the rest of the ride home and I enjoyed the silence for what it was worth because I knew that the minute we walked in the mansion, that my sisters were going to start questioning us as it was practically midnight and we had missed dinner. Who knew getting someone out of jail for assault and battery took 4 hours (and a few thousand dollars on the side, but no one needed to know that). 

I parked the car in our garage next to Ava’s yellow mclaren and just as we were about to head to the main living room, we were ambushed by the two devils themselves. And just as I predicted they immediately started fussing, checking us over for any injuries or bullet wounds.

“We’re both fine so stop for fuck’s sake,” I was getting seriously annoyed now and when I was annoyed, I was in the mood to either drink till I forgot my name or go shoot at something.

“Alright Mr Big Bad Mafia Leader, we’ll leave you alone now. Honestly Stephan you’re no fun at all.” Zahra pouted at the end of her sentence, a pout that has brought many strong men to their knees. My sisters may look innocent on the outside, but they were devious vixens, and I pity the men who cross them.

“Yeah, plus you owe us a little fussing right, remember the last time you guys came home after midnight, you had a fucking knife imbedded in your arm and Henrik was shot in the leg, so excuse us for caring.”

I felt a little guilty at Ava’s words, I never wanted my sisters to ever feel even a little unloved or get hurt even a little, the last person who tried to hurt my sisters is six feet under and regretting the day he was born. I may seem ruthless and heartless to some, but my family is everything to me and I would protect them with my life.

“Anyways, enough of this boring talk, let’s get you two some food and then I can tell you the gossip.”

And so, Henrik and I went to change out of our crisp Armani suits while the girls got our private chefs to make us pasta or something. We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets.

“So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

“Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but that’s just a rumor so far.”

I stopped listening as soon as I heard the family name, I had met Jared Cohen once a few years back, it was my first Mafia Association ball as the leader of the Italian Mafia after our parents died and I had only briefly introduced myself to the blonde man before his attention was taken away by the leader of the British Mafia.

I don’t remember much from that might, but I do remember her, I remember seeing her standing in a corner with a man who must have been her brother.

The first thing I had noticed about her was her intoxicating brown eyes that bore into my soul, the next thing I noticed were her plush pink lips and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a dark black dress with a dangerously high slit and blonde curls that were in ringlets bouncing and flowing against her back.

The moment we locked eyes I was mesmerized by her beauty, she held me captive in her gaze until I was forced to look away before I did something reckless like claim her right there and then in front of everyone. I pushed down the dark thoughts that told me to march over to her and kiss her senseless to show everyone who she belonged to.

I looked at her again, from head to toe and that’s when I saw it, her necklace had the mark of the American Mafia, that only the main family wore, and if that didn’t prove my suspicions right the man next to her did, he had the same golden hair as his father and the same eyes as his sister except where as his sister’s eyes were stunning, his eyes were cold and calculating. But I knew the minute I saw her that I had found my queen, now all I needed to do was wait and build a kingdom worthy of her.