New York (2)

Omerta's POV

"I am no father of yours." My father shouted.

"Don't you call me that?"

I would be lying if I said that I did not wince at the words which he had repeated a million times growing up. But this time, they drilled deeper, making me realize how true they were.

He was not my father; surely he never acted like one.

And in that very instant, the man standing in front of me went from being my father to just Lucio Romano.

Lucio sounded right; it definitely sounded more apt than Father.

I was still deciding on the nomenclature when the phrase 'puta' made its way to my ears.

"Must have become their puta," Maria muttered under her breath, disgust written all over her face.

A loud growl erupted from behind me, silencing the entire room, but before Draco could make another move, I warned him off, not wanting him to get involved.

I did not want anyone to fight this battle for me; that was the whole reason why I had not brought Lucifer with me.

"Again, I am not sure why you are surpris