Neglected Limits

12| An offer of Revenge

Matteo

One hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight...

I counted down in my head as I lifted the extremely heavy bar above me.

Two hundred

I finally placed the weight on the stand and sat up on the weight bench. Grabbing my water bottle from underneath I chugged it down in one go and then go up to grab my towel. I rubbed it against my wet face, neck, and hair, ready for a shower.

Checking the time, I saw I still had an hour before the meeting with Fernando today.

We had been having meetings with the Gatellos on the daily basis now, sometimes with just Fernando, others times with Diego as well.

I would spend those meetings usually agreeing with Papa, unless Fernando asked me personally a question. In my opinion it was just for both the famiglie to test each other and see how long it takes for the other's patience to snap. Until now, no one had, but I wouldn't be surprised if one day I just shot someone during the meetings out of boredom. They wasted over half my day, and there was no benefit at the end of the day either.

Frenzo was lucky enough to weasel his way out of these meetings, since he had no ties with the Gatellos directly, while it was mandatory for me.

Somedays, it would be so obvious Fernando is trying to play with Papa, I want to shoot him or at least kill someone.

The only day I wasn't bored out of my mind was when that pricking, furious girl showed up. That day Papa was in a shit mood, after Fernando convinced him into having the engagement party at the Gatello's house and he snapped at Bianca.

He blamed the anger on how she gave a three year sentence to people who stole from the Mafia. But I sure as hell knew they had stolen only a thousand dollars, and that Papa didn't give a shit about the minor of minors loss.

It was almost enticing to see how she held in her anger, and I was almost impressed by how she threatened a man of such great power as Papa. Not everyone had the guts to do that, and she was probably the first women to ever do so.

Of course you need bigger guts for kneeing me in the balls, and I still can't believe how I let her get away with it. If it had been someone else, they'd be dead by now, after a slow painful death, but somehow she was still alive, walking on those long tan legs on the surface of earth.

Someone cleared their throat and I looked behind me. Fernando stood in the entrance of the gym. He entered the room with a neutral expression, his hands in his expensive slacks.

"Hello Matteo, it's nice to see you staying fit." He said.

"May I ask what brings you here?" I asked ignoring his attempt at small talk.

"Nothing much, I visited the penthouse you are living in, and Frenzo told me you'd be here."

I nodded. I could almost hear his dislike for the accommodation I chose to stay in rather than accepting his offer to stay at the Gatello mansion. But I could give a flying fuck about what he wanted, I'd rather live in a fucking cottage than spend even one night there.

"Right." I said blankly. There was more coming, and I wasn't going to fill the silence.

"I see you like to work out." He said.

"Yes well a man like me needs to be trained and active." I said standing up to my full height so i loomed over him. "People don't say I can crack a skull in thirty seconds for no reason." I said in a casual tone.

One look at his head and I knew his old skull would take me only fifteen.

Fernando's eye twitched, and I saw the glimpse of danger that appeared in his eyes.