39 REIGN OF EMILIA- Back from the dead

Previously...

"Iwantyoutomeetmyfather"

"That is weird"

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"You must be Emilia"

"It is nice to meet you again Mr. Kingsman."

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"So Emilia. How is Isabella doing these days? Is Ricardo still making her worry about him every second?" Jaxson smiles. Remembering how worried Isabella his own wife would get whenever he and Ricardo went out on business.

"She stopped worrying years ago. When he died."

"That's absurd."

"What do you mean by 'that's absurd' ?"

"Because Ricardo isn't dead. I spoke to him last week."

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"You liar!" Emilia exclaims as angrily through the phone. "Ich kann nicht glauben, dass du mich seit fast neun verdammten Jahren angelogen hast! Uns alle anlügen!" [GERMAN- I can not believe you have been lying to me for almost nine freaking years! Lying to all of us!"

Now I know what you are thinking. What dis we miss? Right? I'll show you.

10 minutes ago...

Emilia listened keenly as the phone rang at her ear. Patiently waiting for the person on the other side to pick up.

She was certain that Jax was in fact, crazy and his claims about her father still being alive was just some sick joke.

But alas, the voice on the other end of the phone prove just how off her certainty was.

"Jax! My friend how is it going? Up for another gulf battle?" His voice rang throughout the room and suddenly, Emilia's mouth went completely dry. She knew that voice. It was the voice she had so dearly missed for almost nine years. The voice she waited to hear on Thanksgiving, but never did.

The voice of her father.

"Jax? You there bud?" After a few more seconds without any response the voice continued: "Is it this stupid WiFi again? I tell you I need to get this thing fixed." he spoke to himself.

Emilia finally regains her senses and swallowed a lump she didn't know was in her thrwoat, before uttering the most shocking word the man has ever heard in nine years: "Vater." [GERMAN- Father?]

The man on the other side gasped. He also knew that voice. One of the four voices he has been trying to protect these past nine years. "Amanda?"

The minute he said her name, it was line a dam burst. "Du lebst. Du lebst. Wie ist das – Mutter! Ich muss Mutter informieren." [You are alive. You are alive. How is this- Mother! I need to inform mother.]

"Nicht stören. Sie weiß es bereits." [Do not bother. She already knows.]

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Now, where were we? right.

"Emilia? Mit wem denkst du, dass du spric-" The womans voice rang, but Emilia cut her off. [Emilia? Who do you think you are talki-]

"Wie konntest du mir nicht sagen, dass er lebt? Du hast neun Jahre damit verbracht, so zu tun, als würdest du trauern, aber du wusstest es! Er war noch nie tot!" Emilia hissed.

[How could you not tell me he was alive? You spent nine years pretending to mourn, but you knew! He was never even dead!]

She then proceeds to mutter with a bit of hatred. "Ich hasse dich gerade mit jeder Faser meines Körpers." [I hate you with every fiber in my body right now]

No she didn't. She might be absolutely pissed at this woman at the moment, but this woman was her mother. She gave birth to her.

Isabella took a sharp intake of breath. This was it. Amanda knows. She dreaded the day this would be revealed, but she knew it would, eventually. She just didn't know when. This was a part of the reason she kept her children hidden away from the outside world. Only a part if it. However, that is a story for a different time.

"Achte mit mir auf deinen Ton, Kind. Jetzt kann ich Ihnen versichern, es gibt eine gültige Erklärung für-" [Watch your tone with me, child. Now i can assure you, there is a valid explanation for-]

"Tell me then! Mother. What is your valid explanation!?" Emilia shouted. When she heard her mother hesitate, she let out a dry laugh. "That is what I though." she muttered before hanging up.

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Christmas was now right around the corner, and Emilia was constantly in a sour mood. One of the reasons were because she was still mad at her mother for not telling her that her father was still alive, and the other reason was because she didn't like Christmas.

All you see is a bunch of people wearing fake smiles, pretending all their problems are solved just like that. That's what Em thought. Now, she did know why people celebrated. It was allegedly the day Jesus died for everyone's sins, everyone celebrated to show their thankfulness, It would be a joyful holiday for Em indeed; If it weren't for the fact that Em was an Atheist. She believed in herself. She stated that there were too many different religions, too many different stories, so she steered clear of any of them. She didn't have any problem with people who's belief were different from hers, but that was that.

Aside from that everything was going splendid. She was still secretly sleeping with Ace. They still pretend that they hate each other, Ace hits on every girl he could find; except for his friends, that is. Just to tease Emilia, and in return, Em flirted with every cute guy, including her friend, except Ace, James and Noah, who was still happily dating Hailey.

In the end, they both ended up having jealous sex so, whatever. She knew she was his, and he knew he was hers, and nothing was going to change that.

Or so they thought, but of course, that was for a different time.

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"Hi! I'm Natalie Palmer, a new transfer student." greeted Britney 2.0.

Emilia squinted her eyes at the plastic girl. She wouldn't have had a problem with her, of she weren't practically pressing her fake boobs to Ace's shoulder, biting her lip and winked. The b*tch winked.

Ace pulled away from the girl and visibly cringed "Is there something wrong with your face?"

Emilia chuckled, catching Natalie's attention, and Natalie glared at her.

Natalie. Stupid name for her stupid face.

(No offense to anyone named Natalie! Sorry!")

"So, Natasha, is it." Emilia began.

"It's Natalie."

"That's what she said." the whole group muttered.

Don't you just love these people?

"Anyways. Nicole. Your accent, your Italian?" Em asked with the sweetest fake voice she could use.

"Sì" she then turned to Ace again, with her flirty eyes. "Vuol dire che possiamo uscire allora? Sai, italiano su italiano?" Nicola continued to flirt, inching close to Ace so she could rub her plastic boobs on his shoulder again, and once again. Ace pulls away. [ITALIAN- Does that mean we can hang out then? You know, Italian on Italian?]

The right phrase would be Italian-to-Italian. but Natasha used the word on. Emilia knew what she was doing, but instead of speaking up, she let Ace do it.

"No grazie Nicole." he then turned to Emilia. "Preferisco di gran lunga il tedesco all'italiano." [No thanks Nicole. I much prefer German on Italian.]

None of their friends understood Italian, except for Abigail and James, so Ace was open to say whatever he wanted.

Nicolette once again glared at Em. "Sua? Ma la cagna è così semplice." she hissed, assuming Emilia didn't know Italian. [Her? But the b*tch is so basic.]

Ace knew well enough, that Emilia didn't need to be defended, so he stayed quiet so Em could defend herself.

"Bene, questa cagna di base parla correntemente oltre dodici lingue diverse e può rovinarti la vita con uno schiocco di dita. Del resto, come ha detto Ace, è assolutamente soddisfatto del tempo tedesco sull'ora italiana." [Well, this, basic bitch is fluent in over twelve different languages, and can ruin your life with the snap of her finger. Besides, it is just like Ace said, he is absolutely satisfied with German on Italian time.] By the time Em was finished, Nicara was absolutely red in embarrassment and anger, but just in time, one of Ace's football buddies approached the table.

"Yo, Kingsman! Wassup, ready for the game this Friday?" Dalton asks.

"You bet I am. The tigers are gonna eat dust."

"True dat." Dalton and Ace fist bump before Dalton went on with his business.

Nicki embarrassed look turned into fear and curiosity. "You're a Kingsman? And you're Italian, which means-"

"Yeah." Ace and Emilia say in unison. It was all that needed to be said. The name Kingsman was well known throughout Italy. The only mafia family in Italy were Kingsman. So when Nickala heard that Ace's last name was Kingsman, plus he was Italian, it didn't take rocket science to guess who he was.

"Uh- S-Sorry t-to brother you, s-sir." She stuttered, then scurried away, no doubt to find another guy to shamelessly hit on.

"What were you guys saying in italian?" Hannah asks.

Emilia sat back down at the lunch table and shrugged. "She was asking for beauty tips, what else." Emilia said sarcastically amd everyone laughed.

"The real question is..." Hailey pauses. "You know about Ace!?"