This is so humiliating! I can't stand seating in the same room with Luciano, not when my Stepdad has decided to 'deal with stuff in his private room.
I still don't know why Enzo, My stepfather (popularly known as Hades) had insisted that we must always have meals together except we are not home. I still also can't tell why he always emphasizes 'Family'.
'Such bag of shit!' I cussed in my mind.
I am not scared to say it up to his face or tell him how I hate him and want him dead, but, it will only make him let out his eyes on me again. The last time he told me that, he had made sure I was grounded for three months and Luciano had to bring me back from school each day.
Imagine!
That black-haired son of a mean-looking man even didn't let me talk to my boyfriend all those while. One time, he threw me over his shoulder while he raced to the car only to make me puke in front of so many people. I don't need you to imagine the evil smirk on his face, it's the same smirk he has now.
"Dickhead!" I muttered.
Setting the last cup and taking my seat at the far end which is opposite my father, I received his hot glare at me. He and his dickheaded father have this fetish thing for seats too. They insist Mom stays on that seat while I stay opposite him, right in front of him!
"Don't make me talk, Tiffany" Luciano wiggles his index and middle fingers of his left hand towards me "Come here, Now".
I glared at him, my hands gripping the table as I thought of lots of things to do to him. First I can't hit him, the last time I did, Enzo made me drive him around anywhere he wants to go for a month. He said none of his children must raise their hands on each other.
Take notes of the reasons why I want them dead, Something though.
I am beginning to think that man pushed mom off the car. Seriously, why would she fall out of a moving vehicle and the police are saying nothing about it? Not even getting Enzo arrested.
"You! where are you supposed to stay, Sweetheart?" Enzo literally growled.
I flinched as I struggled not to fall back from the chair. Looking up, I found Enzo staring at me.
"Tiffany?" He grew impatient.
An obvious fake smile appeared on my face as I stood up with my plate and cup. I made sure not to look at him in the eyes nor look at Luciano who I assume would be snorting as I can hear.
"Dad!" I tried to make it sound cheerful but failed "I was just...".
I placed the cup and plate on the table and moved the chair back. Fussing while I sat, I glared at his face this time.
'What an empty soul'.
Even his green eyes look empty, just like a graveyard. His lips were firm in straight lines and his gaze fierce.
Don't worry about thinking he would want to smash the glass cup on my head, that's just how he looks, just like the devil himself.
"You look good, Dad" I cleared my throat nervously "Are you going somewhere today?".
Enzo smiled, he stretched his right hand and touched my head. My body went rigid, all that kept coming to my mind as his hand went down to the back of my neck is for him not to slam my face on the table.
You never can tell.
I have seen him do that before, he was angry and was talking to a man who kept trying to play mute. Although I have never seen the man again but I know his face can never remain the same. To date, I bet Enzo has no idea I saw him slam someone's face on a table, an iron table for that matter until the man bleed and pass out.
His forehead had this irritating crack same as his broken jaw and...
"I just remembered when you first found me and mum five years ago" Enzo smiled for real this time "You literally pounce on me and punched the shit off my stomach".
"Yeah" I rolled my eyes "All you did was giggle like a little girl while you won't stop telling Luciano how small and soft my punches were".
I looked up to Luciano to see his gaze fixed on me, almost emotionless like his father but...there seems to be something else. Something that, I just can't explain.
"You were so pissed to find out Mum moved on seven months after your Dad got away".
As he took his hand off me, I held my cutleries and begin to move them around on my plate.
"It's time for you to move on too, Sweetheart".
My gaze narrowed as I kept looking at Enzo the Luciano. This can't be happening now, I can just let them decide my life for me because they are part of my mother's life.
Okay fine, all through my life I had gone to public school until five years ago when Enzo came into our lives and made difference. He got mum a car, changed my school to a very expensive one, and brought me my dream phone, wardrobe, and jewelry. Let's forget where he refused to let me have a car of my own.
Enzo also brought me my dream closet, made me have a room of my own, and enrolled Luciano in the same school as me.
Yes! I and that gray-eyed-always-silent jerk had to get to school every day and be back at the same time even if we are not together on our way, we must enter the compound at once.
Sometimes I wonder why Enzo has green eyes and his son gray. Although they have the same accent because they are both Italian accents, have the same jet black hair color, and have the same love for black, they even look alike.
"Get ready Tiffany, your admission just came in" Enzo smiled "You will go to college where I want you which is in the United Kingdom".
I smiled broadly, Enzo had no idea he just did me a huge favor. All through my life, I have been stuck in Florida here and now he is offering me the lifetime opportunity to be away from him and away from Luciano.
Yesssss! I just want to screammmm!
Trying to contain my excitement, I put a piece of fish in my mouth as I chew extremely slowly.
"I will give Luciano my black card so as soon as you are done eating, you get prepared to go shopping".
What else can I say, Enzo just gave me another...What?
"With Luciano?" I frowned "Daddddy, I am 18 for pit sake! I can drive, I can look after myself, I don't need a, a, a mean-looking brother and...".
My eyes involuntarily closed as Enzo stood up, placed a kiss on my forehead, and straighten his cloth.
"You both got the admission together, I have paid for an apartment near the hostel and I want you two to act the best or you stay in college here in Florida and get stuck with me" Enzo smirked.
I froze, totally speechless.
Why would he do such, why?! He knows I hate him, not pure hate but I don't like him for everything."I have something to deal with, Honey" he walked away "Come here, Luciano, I want you to watch" he yelled.
It was finally the day I've been waiting for and the thought if it made me feel a flush of emotions.I sat down quietly and allowed the make up artist to apply the make up on my face. I couldn't believe it was really happening — my wedding day but if there was anything I was grateful for, it was that it happened and my mom was seeing today.It made me emotional to think of my mom and how she may have survived but may not likely live long enough to see me have kids.The thoughts of it only sent tears to my eyes but I tried my best to sniff back the tears so I wouldn't think my makeup."You look amazing hunny."It was my mom and her voice was silvery and calm. I could tell from the expression on her face that she was also glad that she could witness the event."It wasn't the saw when I met your father," she said to me. "And I'm glad."I turned slightly and looked at her. "Why?""Because we were so in love and no one approved of our marriage. No one wanted us to be together so it was us
TIFFANY'S POVI looked at my reflection in the mirror as the stylist packed my hair into a bun. A small smile crept on my lips but I couldn't deny the fact that I was anxious.I slightly opened my mouth to exhale and then kept fanning myself with my hands in an attempt to keep myself calm."You look incredible," the stylist said and brushed my hair again. "We just need to touch here a little, uh— then here you go," she said as she finished.I responded with a small smile and stood up. I was ready to join the Coronation and more than anything, I was hoping i'd not have a panic attack."Trust me," she said. "You look amazing. I wish you could see yourself with my eyes."I chuckled because that was a compliment that I didn't really understand."The men are here," she said and opened the door to my room. The two guards were Luciano's men appointed to take care of me through out the day."The dress looks exquisite," the huge one with brown eyes said. "You look beautiful too.""Thank you,"
I couldn't hide how nervous I felt about the coronation and anyone who saw me now would see it.I was dressed in an expensive black Tuxedo with a cream inner shirt. My hair was brushed backwards in such a way that made the curls fall to my side. I sighed and took a deep breath before stepping outside and looking down from the balcony upstairs.I saw the way the hall was decorated in such an exquisite way. The long tables were all placed horizontally and was decorated with ribbons.The strobe light illuminated the room and gave it this view that was eye catching and captivating.I stood there for a moment, admiring the view and trying to get rid of the anxiousness that came with the event.I looked around and in one head turn, I was desperately searching for Tiffany. I had no idea where she could be sitting or even standing but I did everything to search for her with my eyes.As I turned again, my gaze fell on my father."I can hear your heartbeat from miles away!" He said.I turned
"Fuck you," he cussed before ordering his men to stand down.His hand had begun to bleed due to all the force he applied while trying to get the watch off his wrist. The I told you so look was evident all over my face.A part of me felt sorry that he was going through that but all it took was one sharp belly pain to bring me back to my senses, there was absolutely no reason why I should spare Massimo. He stabbed me and proceeded to connive with Gladys to kidnap Tiffany, I couldn't forgive him for that, ever! "Arghh," I yelled out in anger, scaring Massimo and even his men. "Fuck," I screamed again. I enjoyed the way blood was dripping out of his wrist and unto the floor. Massimo stood still with his other hand clutching the arm of a chair. "I want to see you suffer, I want to see you bleed and plead for mercy. I hope you fucking die," I screamed. "I'm sorry Luciano, I really am. It wasn't my fault really, if I didn't stab you, you would have killed me, I'm sorry Luciano," he plead
With my hands on the wheels, father's words rang at the back of my head "it's a very bad idea, you might be working into your own death." I had told him not to worry but I wasn't so sure I wasn't worrying either.Tiffany on the other hand had no idea where I was going, it was normal, I hardly informed her about my whereabouts. But after the drama that took place the other day, I couldn't help but feel like she deserved to know every single detail about me, it was wrong to out her in the dark. My phone's screen lit up that instant as if agreeing with my thoughts to call Tiffany so I picked it and dialed her number. After the third ring, old town road stopped blasting into my ears and I heard her sweet voice instead "Hi Lu.""Committed suicide yet?" I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about."Huh?""Father said you're on your way to commit suicide," trust father to be dramatic about everything. "I just want to let you know that when or if you eventually die, I'll make your b
LUCIANOMy eyes darted around the room looking for nothing in particular. I just kept looking around as my mind wandered back and forth wondering what would happen at the coronation.I was trying to get a mental picture of how it could go but more than the anticipation, I was worried.I could feel it inside my venue that I wasn't very okay knowing the corporation was only a while away.My biggest concern is that I keep thinking of what would happen if I disappoint my father and he isn't satisfied. I tried to brush off the thoughts selling in my head but the more that I tried, the more I got anxious about it. The fact that my brain is wired to please my father just makes everything more and more difficult. I gave a sigh and leaned back on the chair I was sitting. My right hand was on the table in front of me and it randomly raised to touch my forehead.It was something I did unconsciously but the main point was to keep my self calm and try to be as composed as possible.Pieces of p