Ok so here is the introduction to my next sequel for Hidden Secrets.

This chapter is basically a brief insight to Amelia's family life, without going into too much detail; I want it to be more about Brax and Amelia. This story will be based on the minute Brax and Amelia met, to the day she died. So there will also be parts from Hidden Secrets I missed out, which will be done in full description from Amelia's point of view. I really hope you enjoy it because I am very excited about this one.

A lot of words had been used to describe Roberto Camanelli. Dangerous, deadly, ruthless, proud, powerful, a man of honour and respect.

My word for him was Papa.

My father was just the same as everyone else's. Papa would play with us, sing to us and tell us stories. He would discipline us when we were bad and praise us when we were good. And like any other little girl my Papa was my hero and he treated me like a princess.

Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine this man, this incredible man was capable of hiding such sinister secrets.

Most people remember their childhood as being the happiest times of their lives, and I was no acceptation. I lived with my Mother, father and six brothers, in a huge house in Italy.

As a kid we seemed like a normal wealthy Italian family. But as I got older I realised not everything was as it seemed. I noticed the way people treated us in the street and in the grocery store. My Mother always seemed uneasy when we had to leave the house.

It wasn't until I was seven years old that I realised my life was not the life I thought it was. I started to notice the things my older brothers noticed. We didn't go to school like all the other kids, we never had friends around to the house, nor were we allowed to theirs. Our only playmates were eachother.

Oh and the men that visited regularly, the men we soon came to realise, formed part of our extended 'family' Harry, Billy, Dwayne, Theo, Carlos and Jimmy. They would come for dinner then disappear off into the cellar with my father to play 'poker'. That's what my mother told us at least.

I was extremely close to all my brothers, but me and Vinnie shared a bond like no other. We did everything together, but that all changed when he turned 16. He too started to disappear into the cellar after dinner.

I had grown to realise the 'palace' we lived in was in fact not a palace but a fortress. As I grew older it became more like a prison. When I say prison I don't mean the locked in a tower kind. I was allowed out of the house, but whenever I did venture out into town with my Mother we were always accompanied by Billy.

I must have been about 9 years old when it happened. It was a typical Sunday morning we had not long been home from church when a car came screeching to a holt outside. My Papa rushed outside to see what had happened.

I was sat on the landing peering over the banister when I saw Harry bringing a man in, he looked like he was only just conscious. Vincent was following behind with my Papa. I was terrified when I saw the blood all over Vincent's clothes, they were completely drenched. I remember thinking please god don't let it be Vinnie's blood, please let it be the other man's…I mean what normal 9 year old thinks things like that. It was that moment in time, that very second that I realised we weren't just a normal family. We were different, very different.

Please Review, I want to know what you all think and if I should continue. Also I would really like to know if there is anything in particular you would like me to put in this story. Love Nikki x x

Next time-

Amelia is torn from her family home and moved to Mangrove River but why?

Amelia struggles to settle into her not so lavish surroundings!