A New Type of Mafia Love

Chapter 30

Oscar's POV:

I'm about to leave the office when I get a call from an unknown number

"Hello" I ask

"You're a hard person to get ahold of" I tense at the familiar voice on the other end

"What do you want" I asked coldly

"That's no way to speak to your father boy"

"You aren't my father and I ain't your boy" I retort harshly

"Look I understand I wasn't always the best father and I'm sorry but I know I have a grandson. I'd like to make this right so we can have a part in his life" I laugh

"So this is why you called. You don't care about me just trying to purify my son. What's wrong father scared he'll catch my gay or faggot as you'd say" I mock

"Please Oscar don't keep him from us. We promise we'll be better with him than we were with you" my mother cries into the line

"Look I'll think about it and get back to you. Don't call or show up unannounced. Understood"

"Yes baby thank you" I hung up without saying bye

I know what you're thinking, that was rude. Well let me break it down to you.

My father is a pastor and I'm gay. Yeah quite the mix before I was disowned I spent most of my life at gay camp. From age 9-14 almost 15 I was in a huge plot of land in the woods. I lived and went to school with other 'confused' boys.

I escape shortly before my 15th birthday and hopped on a boat. A week later I washed up on the shores of California. I was homeless for  until I found an underground fighting ring. I had a lot of pent up anger and daddy issues and I used that to my advantage.

I started making money quick and I stayed with Jordan and his wife. Soon enough I met Marcy and we hit it off.

My family have always been judgmental and I don't want that in mine or my family's lives.

It also took a lot to get over them and they'd just bring back all that anger and emotions.

I disable my location and go to my car then drive to the underground. When I get there I'm scheduled and I go change

"Long time no see" I turn and see the owner of the club he's been there for me since I was 15

"Hey Jordan. It has been a while but Vince hates me doing this shit"

"Yeah yet here you are" he raises his brow

"My parents just called they wanna be part of Wyatt's life. I guess it brought back a lot of unchecked anger" I shrugged

"You should talk to someone instead of beating the shit out of another man"

"Where's the fun in that" I joke and he rolls his eyes

"This isn't a solution. I love having you around you're good for business and you're like a son to me but you should talk to someone"

"Don't worry so much J I'll be fine" he sighs and tells me to go out it's my turn

7 fights later

I'm covered in blood that isn't my own. I may have lost control a couple times. All my opponents today were rushed to the hospital. They did good though. I have a forming shiner, busted lip, fractured ribs, and bruised knuckles.

I go and grab a couple drinks afterwards

"So how do you plan on explaining these to Vincenzo" Jordan asks and I roll my eyes

"I'm a fucking adult I don't have to tell him shit" I bark

"I'm honestly disappointed in you. I thought you matured being with Vince but you're the same scared, angry child I met 6 years ago. Get your shit together you have a kid now"

"Don't serve him anymore drinks he's driving" he tells the bartender

"Go home it's nearly 2:00 am" I grab my keys and make my way to my car

After a long and blurry drive I make it home. I shitily park in the driveway and attempt to quietly enter the house.

Keyword attempt

"Where the fuck have you been" Vince growls

I roll my eyes and make my way towards the stairs

"I'm fucking talking to you" he spins me around

"Have you been fighting? What the actual fuck Oscar"

"Fuck off Vincenzo if I wanna fight I will. You can't control everything I do. It's not cute" I slur a little

"And he's drunk" he says to himself

"Why are you guys yelling" I hear my 8 year old

"Nothing buddy just a little disagreement go back to bed Wy" I do my best not to slur

"Okay hope you're sober in the morning" he says

"Fuck" I whisper

"Nice our 8 year old just found his dad drunk. You better pray he isn't scared of you. After what his uncle put him through I'd be surprised if he's able to sleep tonight. Way to go Oscar"

"Pissa på fitta"

Piss off Cunt

"I can't even look at you. I'm gonna check on Wyatt. In the meantime shower and sober up" then he stormed off

An hour later

I showered and drank lots of water so now I'm sober. I'm sitting on the edge of the roof thinking about my decision.

I feel someone grab me and drag my indoors

"What is up with you today" Vince asks

"Nothing I was just thinking. The roof is calm and I enjoy the breeze. That's not a crime Marcelo"

"But you're drunk what if you slip. I hate when you sit there it's way too dangerous"

"I can do what I want you're my husband not my fucking father"

"No shit I'm actually here for you" he mumbled but I heard him

I snapped and socked him in the nose

"What the fuck" he fell and held his nose as it bled

"Shit Im sorry" I went to help him

"Don't touch me"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. It was an accident"

"Get the fuck out and come back when you got your shit together"

"Marc-"

"Out" I went to the closet and filled a duffle bag with clothes then I grabbed my wallet and left

I drove to a hotel and checked in

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