Chapter 8 First daughter

DANTE

*Few hours ago in Mr Lombardi's office*

"You didn't tell me you have two daughters." I said coldly as I sat on a leather chair in Mr Lombardi's office.

He paused for a few seconds, before staring straight at me.

"How did you know?" He asked with a slight frown but I didn't give a fuck.

I smirked, but it didn't reach my eyes. "I have my ways."

"Well...having two daughters doesn't change anything, you're still going to get married to Iris in two months." He waved his hands like it doesn't mean anything.

"Iris isn't the first daughter," I paused, tapping my fingers on the Indian rosewood table in front of me. "I was promised the first daughter." I continued calmly but he knew better than to believe my calm facade.

"She doesn't know anything about the contract, she's useless to you." He stated and I scoffed.

"I didn't ask if she was useful or not," the tension in the room was now so thick that it could be sliced by a knife. "I marry the older child, and that's final." I declared.

I rose to my feet, getting ready to leave immediately because we had nothing else to discuss but what he said next stopped me on my track.

"She's already engaged." He dropped and I paused, I could already feel anger building up inside of me.

I stared at him like he had gone mad, forcing myself not to shoot him right that instant.

The anger I felt was enough to choke me but I had to shove it down because I couldn't start a fight in Lombardi's estate. I'm not stupid.

"Break it!" I demanded, my vision already blurred by a red mist.

"I can't, there's nothing I can do. It's already been done." He shook his head, his expression calm.

With his years of experience, you would think he knew that breaking a contract with a Russo could cause a big war.

"Fine!" I gritted out, but God knows I wasn't just going to sit still.

As I turned to leave, he stopped me again.

"I want you to bring her home." He stated and I chuckled.

"And why would I do that?" I asked with my back turned to him.

"Because you're the only one who can," I heard his chair scraping slightly on the wooden floor. "And also, I have something you want." He concluded and I frowned deeply, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Fine!" I gritted out before walking out the door.

As I turned to leave, he stopped me again.

"I want you to bring her home." He stated and I chuckled.

"And why would I do that?" I asked with my back turned to him.

"Because you're the only one who can," I heard his chair scraping slightly on the wooden floor. "And also, I have something you want." He concluded and I frowned deeply, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Fine!" I gritted out before walking out the door.

As I walked down the corridor, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and took one out. Placing it between my lips, I took out my lighter and lit it, taking in a long drag.

The bitter taste on my tongue and the slight burn in my chest calmed me down slightly.

I wasn't mad because I wanted her, I was mad because I was fucking deceived and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Cigarettes aren't allowed in the house." A soft voice sounded behind me.

“I know.” I nodded once, took a slow drag from the cigarette between my fingers, then turned my eyes on the woman I was set to marry in two months.

She was dressed in a long flower patterned dress that reached her toes, her slightly brown hair was packed in a messy bun with freckles on her face.

She was an Italian beauty with beautiful brown eyes just like her mother.

Staring at her made me think of a certain red haired that was as fierce as a cat, making me chuckle.

"What's funny?" She asked with a slight frown that made it seem like she was being bullied.

"Nothing." I said flatly.

She stared at me for a moment before speaking again. "Are you going to fetch my sister?"

“Yes.” I took another slow drag from my cigarette, waited for her to say something else, and when she didn’t, I turned and walked out of the estate and into the car waiting for me.

***

After dropping Lyra off at the Lombardi estate, I got back into the car and shut my eyes.

"Home?" Matteo asked and I nodded because I knew he was staring at me through the rearview mirror.

He started the car and drove off. Everywhere was quiet for a moment, then he spoke again.

"What are you gonna do about the wedding?" He asked and I finally opened my eyes to stare at him.

I took a deep breath, then I said "Nothing, for now."

His fingers tapped on the steering wheel for a few seconds, "The wedding is in two months."

"I know." I sighed deeply, "Just drive."

He looked at me through the mirror again, his eyes narrowed before focusing his eyes back on the road.

I wasn't really against the marriage, it was more of an alliance. It would make me millions richer just by marrying from that household.

I also didn't care about who I get married to, but just the thought about being deceived didn't sit well with me.

Iris would play the perfect role as my wife but remembering Lyra, her bouncy red locks, her soft lips that were wrapped around my dick, her huge ass and round boobs, the mole under her right eye, her violet eyes.

Jesus, everything about her was screaming sin and temptation.

Just the thought of her sent a rush of heat to my groin.

Getting married to the younger sister felt like a sin because all I could think about was how good the older one would look under me.

Fuck!

I knew her father got her engaged because he didn't want me to have his precious first daughter. Though I could hardly blame him, I wouldn't give my daughter to me either.

But just the thought of someone else having her was enough to send my mind into a spiral.

“We’re here.” Matteo’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I glanced out the window and realized we were already parked in front of my house. I stepped out of the car and went inside.

“Welcome back, Mr. Russo.” Cecile, Nico’s nanny, said at the door. I gave her a small nod and headed upstairs.

I paused in front of Nico’s room, hesitating for a moment before slowly pushing the door open.

He was asleep on his bed, his blanket kicked to the side. I walked over and pulled it back over him, a rare genuine smile forming on my lips.

With Iris’s calm nature, she would make the perfect mother for my son.