Destined To Be His: Forthcoming Book

*•✿Chapter 8✿•*

Copyright ©Shazneem Tamana

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*❀*¨'*•✿Chapter 8✿•*¨'*❀*

 

 

 

 

Belle Pov

I could not move as I looked at the sight in front of me.

There stood a man who looked like My papa. The only difference was he was taller and leaner than papa. I felt the hand on my shoulder drop. I looked my father in question but he kept his eyes on the other man

Dario Pov

I felt so numb, I had assumed there was a threat and my need to protect my child had me halt and cling on to her. But there was no threat as i looked up. There stood Roberto, my dear brother. I let go of Belle, inching my way to a part of me I had left behind so long ago.

Nearing him, my nerves raised its head. I looked down as shame scratched at my conscious, shame of how I had left everything and ran off in the night. Thoughts of Rochelle consumed me, I remembered her smile and knew I could not have made another decision that night.

"D. . .Dario??. . .is that you?" I heard. My head snapped up as fresh tears ran down my cheeks. He was older, my baby brother was a grown man. A sob rose at the loss of years, how I missed my brother. How I was not there to guide him and be a father to him as I should of. I wiped my tears and took the final step. I saw his cheeks were as wet as mine as we stood infront of each other, I raised my hand and ruffled his hair. Causing the wonder in his eyes to dim into a scowl

"Dario! Damn it is you! I'm not nineteen years old you know" he stated, his last words broke as i saw tears flow freely. I grabbed him in my arms

"I know, Rob. I know. . .I'm sorry. . I had too. . I" my words ended as I sobbed. Try we did to contain the pain, wonder, hurt and delight but it as if a dam had broken apart. Men didn't cry but we were, when the pain got to much we cried. We were crying like we had when father died so suddenly. We clung on to each other tight.