Mafia KIng and his Obsessed Slave

Martina's POV

"Bye, Matteo," I giggled and waved my hand to my friend while we parted ways. He smiled warmly while waving back at me and replied, "Bye, Martina," .

"I'm home, Mom," I said as my mother replied, "Welcome, dear. Now go and freshen up. Let's eat lunch together; your father is coming for lunch. That came as a shock." I looked at my mom with a quizzical look, a raised eyebrow as she finished her statement about my dad's coming.

"Dad will be here for lunch?" My father doesn't come for lunch due to work, he is a busy lawyer, the most sort after in the city, so he hardly made it for lunch but he was going to be here for lunch today, that's odd. "Yes, dear, he said he had something to tell us that's why he is coming and while he's here he'd also have lunch."

'Then it must be important,' I thought and went inside my room to freshen up. After taking a cold shower, I came out of the bathroom wearing a comfortable pair of clothes. I dried my long black hair with a towel and let them open for a moment.

The sound of a horn indicating my father's arrived beamed. I smiled consciously and went outside my room to open the door. "Welcome, Dad!" Her father hugged her and patted her head softly as they came inside. "How lucky I am to get such a sweet daughter as her, right, Isabella?"

He asked his wife, waiting for a reply from her but she rolled her eyes at his antics and said, "Yea, yea, such a sweet daughter, and what about your wife? Isn't she sweet?" She asked while walking towards the couch in which the we had both settled in.

I chuckled. "She is also very good but just a little less than my daughter," he said, and then we both high-fived, making my Mom shake her head at us. I and my father love to irritate Mom until she becomes furious sometimes, and then we both have to face her playful wrath together.

She joined us on the couch. "How was your day, Vincent?" My mom asked him as he said, "Well, it was nice, but this evening there is a business event where many rich and powerful people are going to come, and this is being hosted by one of my important clients." The ladies listened to him quietly.

"Ohh, then you will be busy tonight, right?" I spoke as my bright face got dull and a small pout formed at my lips. My father's chest got tight as he said. "Hey, hey, little miss, don't be sad; my client has invited all of us" he said as my brown eyes got bright with excitement.

"But--" both looked at him curiously and said at the same time. "But what?" their voice sounded with a hint of desperation "As I said, there are going to be rich and powerful people along with some mafias, and I really don't want you to get involved in this, so you people are not goi--" "Dad" I didn't let him finish his sentence and whined loudly.