The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"What is it that I can do for you?" I asked the man sitting across from me in the conference room.

Aron Richardson tried a failed attempt to read my reaction, his eyes boring into mine.

I was not the proud possessor of his caramel colored eyes. Identical to mama Cora's. There were not enough as much similarities and resemblance  between me and signore Richardson.

Not really.

He looked an awful level similar to mama Coralyn.

And both of his son's were the proud owner of his physical features. Their pretty boy good look have no doubt scoured past me.

As if it was decided before my arrival that I would be the unwanted bastard son, the bad blood the Richardson never wanted.

The shunned, if you will.

Nor had any wish to connect unless it was their ass on fire.

Only then.

"You make it seem like the relationship I have with is purely business, son." My father replied to me with a smile.

"By all means if you flew all the way to Florence to talk about last night's football, I'm game, signore."

The man across from me chuckles. "I believe our concept of football is different."

All the more reason why I shouldn't be here sitting against my will in the first place.

But nevertheless I was. Because God forbid I could say no to her.

For unlike signore Richardson, my mother meant to me. Unlike him, my mother to me was priceless.

Unlike him, I respected and loved my mother.

"Then I'm sure we have nothing but business to talk about." I replied. "What can I do for you?"

Silence.

After ten seconds of utter silence, I hear the man sigh audibly and sit up straight in his chair.

"I would like to have a family meal with you." He said.

Family meal.

Family meal.

A little red emotion stirs inside me, spreading an unwelcoming warmth throughout my spine, down my legs.

"family. Meal?" I tested the words. "What do you suppose that means, signore?"

"You know what it means, son."

"As a mater of fact, I don't. Enlighten me."

"Must you always be so professional?"

"I must. Being that we are sitting in a conference room, professionalism is a must." I replied. "Enlighten me, what do you denote by family meal?"