Lealtà {18+}

LEALTÀ -Chapter twenty-eight

Chapter tweny-eight. Now the reality comes.

Nicola Castello
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"Desta calm down!" Kimberly were walking slowly behind me, as I were walking down the stairs. Meeting the bastard after years...he killed my mother. And it's his fault Ivanna's dead.

"No Kimberly, you don't understand!" I turned myself towards her, stopping us in the middle of the staircase. There were only us that could be heard in the whole mansion, as everyone were waiting for us downstairs in the office.

"What do I don't understand?! Both my parents got killed. All this fucking time I'm dreaming about them, how they were killed, how I WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIE! So you tell me Desta, what do I don't fucking understand?" She yelled. Her brown eyes on fire. Her face little bit red, and one hand on her stomach and the other on the stair handle.

"Just please go to the room." I started walking again, leaving her there. I can't deal with this now, I need to talk to the piece of shit in my office.

As I'm outside the door of the office, I begin to think. How the hell did he even stay alive. After so many years...and he hasn't even bothered to watch me grow up, and not to forget the fact that he hurted my mother so fucking much...

I push the door open and all eyes were on me. I walked inside locking my eyes with the son of a bitch.

"Talk." I say slowly as I sit down on the chair. In front of everyone around the big table. About everyone, one hundred men were in here, just quietly listening and watching two generations talk.

"Desta-"

"You don't get to call me that. It's boss for you. Don't forget where you come from or what you have done to me." His hair is grey, with black loops in it. His brown eyes is looking into mine. Bit he doesn't look how I remember him. He has dark circles under his eyes, wrinkles. But his build is the same. And it scares me how much I look like him...

"Boss...I don't think it's necessary to have everyone here. This is a family thing." He looks around on everyone, and lastly on me.

"You're right. This is a family thing. And everyone here except you here is my family. So I actually have no idea what the hell you're doing here." He looks down in his lap, and brings his hand to his face and sighs,

"per favore non figliolo"
(Please don't son)

"NON PUOI CHIAMARMI QUEL BASTARDO DEL CAZZO" I stand up, and point my finger at him, I raise my voice at him making everyone fall back in their chairs. Everyone knows what we are saying.
(YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT YOU FUCKING BASTARD)

He looks up at me. Sadness in his eyes. But I can only feel myself becoming more angry.

"I tried to save her, Nicola. Your mother, the night she died. But John, Adam's father took me with him. I loved her, Nicola! And I will never forget her last words! Do you know what they were?" A tear is sliding down his face, and I sit back taken aback by his words.

"She said to me 'don't let my Desta die.' And I prayed every single fucking day that you were okay, and Ivanna. I didn't know what happened to you or her! But I really tried."

"Good! Beacuse I wish you were the one who died that day! The things you did to her, Giovanni....gosh the things-" I hit my fist down onto the table, making glasses with water break and fall down.