Sold to the mafia boss

I smiled at my brother, a mocking, nerve-wracking smile.

“Look at you Dylano, you’re so grown up now luring me out here simply because you wanna talk to me. I must say, it’s not like you to take your business out into the public unless you have some other motives. First your father, and now you, ha! Lemme guess, you brought me out here to talk about getting your shrare of our dear uncle’s fortune? That explains why you brought me here. You know one of us would be going with a bullet in his head after talking about that, don’t you? And you know very well it’s gonna be you, baby brother”

Dylano remains calm. I placed my gun where I could reach it and brushed his shoulder, nudging him to the side, walking past him to the half empty table at the back. Dylano walks around to sit opposite, giving the man seated at the end a look to excuse us and he did.

“So what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” I asked him with a big smile.

“Mom asked me to meet with you” he replied uninterestedly “she says it’s time you come home”

“What makes you think I’d come to some family reunion?. What’s new about it?”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“It’ll be the first time you’ll be coming home after ….”

“After our father threw me out?” I cut him off “now tell me, is that supposed to be something that I should be happy about? Hell, maybe I should even throw a party because my dick of a father wants me back after he threw me out.”

“I think he regrets it now”

“What about you, Dylano? Do you want me back? Will you be okay with me outshining you? Taking your rightful place as the golden son and perhaps, competing to get my name into our father’s will?”

“Why go all the way when you can just kill him and apprehend the will, taking everything for yourself like you always do?”

My mouth hung open as his words sank into me.

“You think I killed our uncle to get all his fortunes too.”

“Well did you?”

“Oh I see what this reunion bullshit is all about” I laughed sinisterly. How stupid could my father be, putting these ideas into their heads?

“Listen, it only makes enough sense okay? We know how ruthless Santiago was. Nobody ever heard about you or knew what he did to you while you were staying with him so it’s only understandable that…..”

“You wanna know something, Dylano?” I asked him as I leaned into the table, capturing his eyes with mine “Santiago DeAngelo has been the best man I ever met. He showed me love without a version similar to it. He showed me how it feels to be appreciated, something our father never cared to give either of us and you’d be a fool as you’ve always been to believe the bullshit he feeds you with. ”

I rose up, Dylano watching me as I went. “And tell our parents they won’t be seeing me in Italy”

I stormed out, Astrid following behind me. We drove off into the night, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I couldn’t pin point the reason why I felt so angry, yet so disappointed in myself.

“Take me to the bar” I said to the driver, my voice hoarse, my eyes deepening into my face.

I stepped out of the car and made my way into the large bar as soon as the car came to a stop. The bar is barely filled, only a couple of men seated around. I spotted the empty bar table around the corner and proceeded towards it. I sat down and hailed the bartender. “Scotch” I muttered gently.

In a matter of second, he’s filling up the tumbler and passing it over to me. I caught hold of it and drank it all in one go. Then I grabbed the bottle and refilled until I was down to my fourth shot. I gazed Into the darkness behind the barman’s wine bottles and thought about every single thing my brother had said earlier.

They wanted me back.

I drank the last contents in the cup to push the thoughts away. They didn’t want me back because they felt they’ve wronged me and regret ever casting me out, they want me back so they can get all the money they want from my uncle’s wealth.

They should know that I’m not a fool. I’m no longer that young teenage boy who desperately seeked closure from his parents, who seeked friendship with his baby brother. Now I’m the man who would kill either of them if I needed to. Because the only family I had left died. I can’t believe he thinks that I killed him. That’s the worst my father could think of.

“Hey handsome” a feminine voice breaks through my thoughts like sword. I turned beside me to see a woman seated beside me, her body compressed into the red dress that seemed to show off more skin than I’d naturally approve of. She has a flirtatious smile on her lips as she watched me, her eyes scanning me.

“You don’t deserve to be seated here alone tonight” she said.

I looked forward, intending to ignore her when I felt her hands on my forearm. I didn’t know why but I felt cold, like she’d fallen some stif walls over my body. I knew the alcohol was getting to me and I needed to get away from her.

Never in my entire life have I ever been so scared or unwilling to be around women.

In what seemed like a second later, I was yanking a door open, my lips against this strange woman’s, kissing my pains away, pouring my sadness and anger into her. I pushed her against the wall as soon as we broke in, my hands caressing her huge breasts. All I heard was her soft moans as she kissed me back, desperately. All I heard were Layla’s soft moans. I broke away and looked up at her to see if I was just being confused or it was actually Layla.

She was all I saw.

Layla.

I picked her from the wall and threw her on the high bed before climbing on top of her and kissing her hard.