Chapter 5: she would be mine

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

LUCA’s POV

Dante gave a small nod and massaged the nape of his neck in response to what I said. Maybe I'll be able to calm down. However, it would require an amazing woman to persuade me differently. I'm at a loss for words. I am content with my current existence.

I started to beat the hanging punchbag mercilessly after I went over to it. With each precise strike to someone's neck, I envisioned breaking their jaw and cutting off their air supply, which gave me control over my punches.

As I saw my muscles tense, Dante hurried to speak, “Your parents are here.”

Seriously. “Who let them in?” I asked as I flexed my hands and frowned. “Your brother,” he said, taking a few steps back as he was aware of my anger.

“That little shit,”I snarled as I took a white towel and cleaned the perspiration from my neck and brow.

Regardless of my situation, I headed toward the living room. Sometimes, my parents can be really unbearable, and my mother is particularly skilled at getting under people's skin.

In the brilliantly lit living room, I saw my parents. Mother was seated on the white couch wearing a cream-colored dress, her legs crossed and her back as straight as a pole.While standing near the window, Father smoked a cigar. He was a big, dark guy. A nice man and a good parent.

“My beloved Luca.” Mother smiled when our eyes met. My eyes were as black as coal, but they came into contact with hers, which were a light shade of brown. She chose not to embrace me, so she stood up and then sat back down. Even though she haven't seen me in weeks, she wouldn’t want to destroy her attire with her son's sweat.

Father said, "Son," while lighting another cigarette.

As I crossed my muscular arms, I asked, "What are you doing here?" I was annoyed, dammit. The entire family had to come and make fun of my predicament, I couldn't be alone for the day.

In a raspy, low tone, my father chuckled.

Mother's grin vanished, she despised when anyone talked back to her. "We just wanted to see how you were feeling. You know about the whole marriage thing." Mother smiled, her blush pink lips taut.

“You know how I feel?” I retorted, thoroughly entertained. "I'm against it. I said unequivocally, "I don't want to get married."

My father approached me and paused only a few feet away.

I don't give a damn. You will marry the woman. It's the foundation of our reputation. "So you will shut the fuck up and do as you're told. This alliance is the best thing to ever happen," said Father, his fingers squeezing his cigar harder as he snarled. I didn't rear a rebellious son...otherwise, I'll give your brother the mafia.

His threats were never empty, and he was menacing me.

Standing silently in the space, Nico sputtered out his drink. "However, I don't want it, Dad," he said, wiping the alcohol off his lips with the back of his hand. I could see he was terrified. He never desired the mafia.

In a fit of rage, my father's nostrils flared out, and I have no question that steam would be escaping from his ears at this moment if it were.

"You will take over Nico if you do not marry the girl." Or, God help me, I will personally kill you both and give it to a deserving person. Maybe even this Italian girl," he sneered to himself.

My eyes narrowed as I glanced at my father. He wouldn't, would he? Nico nodded and took another sip of his drink. He kept his mouth shut since he knew it was useless. I must get married.

My mafia is this. Neither father's nor Nico's.

In expectation of a response, father just gazed at me. I'm not a fool. "Great," I replied, concurring. When he patted my shoulder, my father gave me a smile. That is my son.

Shortly after, my parents departed to go back to their house. I sat at the coffee table's edge and pointed to Dante with my hand. I lighted the cigarette he handed me with his lighter. In an effort to calm my fury, I took a deep breath of the acrid smoke.

Everything will be alright.

“I'm sorry,” Nico said, his eyes still on me from the other side of the room. My life was written the day I was born, and it wasn't his fault. Living a life with everything and nothing.

I told Nico that I would do the correct thing. For my mafia's sake, if not for his.

That woman possessed power, and I was driven by a desire for it. Perhaps one day I may be able to kill her and seize control of her mafia.

After all, it would be mine. She would be mine.

I spent that night tossing and turning in my empty bed. I couldn't be found by sleep. I was extremely upset. I really didn't want this. Fuck!!.

However, it wasn't the worst thing I could imagine. Perhaps it would be okay.