LOGINDANTE'S POV
Julian was a pretty boy. He had always been but after fifteen years, he looked too delicate to be involved in the family business. I was glad Orabella was trying to make him take another path. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at me briefly. I could tell he was skeptical about living with me and I understood him. I would not welcome the idea of living with a step uncle who disappeared for fifteen years.
Aldo cleared his throat. “You know the Montrelli.”
“Very well,” I said, my eyes still fixed on Julian. He was chewing really slowly and his mouth sagged like he'd rather not be here.
“They are sniffing around the port again. Two of their men were caught there last week. Are they just going to ignore that we have it locked down?”
I scoffed. “They are testing you.”
Julian glanced at me. He was a young man shielded from our world. Orabella had done a great job keeping him away from this evil.
“You talk as if this test might not end up with bodies in bags,” Orabella said calmly. Her hand shook as she ran them over dress.
“If you were strong enough, they wouldn't dare,” I locked eyes with Aldo. He moved uncomfortably on his seat but he didn't say anything. His pride would never let him. He might hate me and I might get on his nerves occasionally but I never told a lie. Montrelli would never make a move like that if the rumours of his weakness were not spreading. Orabella coughed as if trying to stop the air from thickening with violence.
She reached for Aldo’s hand which was stiffened by his sides. “We have managed just fine, Aldo. Haven't we?”
Her eyes begged him to agree. He grunted a reply and I smirked. A predator deeply humoured by its prey.
Our plates were cleared and now something sinister hung in the air. No one said a word. There was no sound of cutlery against plate to distract us. Just the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
“Who wants dessert?” Orabella asked as she got out of her chair simultaneously. She didn't wait for a response before hurrying to the kitchen and returning with brownies and ice cream.
“It’s your favourite,” She said to Julian as she passed him a bowl. He smiled politely.
“Thank you mum.”
Our eyes met again for a split second and Julian looked away immediately. Orabella moved quickly, slicing, scooping and serving like the sugar could sweeten the bitterness that hung in the room right now.
“Julian has been working on unsolved cases from five years back,” Orabella said to no one in particular. “Why don't you tell your uncle about it?
“It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed.
“Don’t be silly,” She chuckled.
“It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.”
“Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat.
“Try me,” I raised my brows.
He cracked his knuckles and looked around the table. It was very interesting how timid and withdrawn he had grown up to be. I was glad to Orabella from shielding him away from our life of crime and death but I could not shake off the feeling that she had done too much. He looked very fragile and a part of me was glad that he would be with me through his internship. I wouldn't let any harm come to him. Deep down, I feared that I may be the harm that comes to him.
Julian exhaled and for the first time, I noticed the little moustache at the top of his lips. I swallowed.
“Many cases go unresolved for various reasons. Power play, the people involved are not considered worth the stress or sometimes it just meets a dead end. The problem is that dead end is not truly an end. It's a distraction. The perpetrators intend to derail investigation and they actually do.”
“What are you? A lawyer? An investigator?” I leaned back and smirked.
Julian chuckled and the way the side of his eyes crinkled were so beautiful.
“I watch a lot of true crime in my free time and I once interned as an investigative journalist.”
“Interesting,” I nodded slowly. “Tell me more.”
Julian rubbed his palms together. “Basically, I just want to solve these cases and offers closure to their loved ones.”
“Hmm,” I pursed my lips. “Something for humanity.”
“Yes,” Julian said, his eyes lighting up.
“Interesting,” I looked at Aldo and Orabella. I didn't know what they were thinking allowing this boy become a lawyer. We were a family of criminals. Our legacy was one of crime but they wanted their son to be a lawyer. I guess this is what I get after years of no contact.
“You should not be here,” Aldo blurted like he couldn't hold back that sentence for another second. “Why are you here?”
“Darling,” Orabella said in a thin voice as her hand flew to his. He didn't break his gaze away from me. The air stilled and the room was suddenly growing hot.
“You gave up your place years ago when you left. A child born fifteen years ago would have blood on his hands.”
“How much blood does Julian have on his hands?”
Orabella sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes darting between both of us. Julian picked up his phone and planted his eyes there.
“Don’t talk about my son. You have no idea how hard it is to raise a good child.”
I clicked my tongue. “Right and that's why you shielded him so much that a Hale is chasing unsolved crimes. To convict who? All of us?”
“Dante, it's enough,” Orabella said firmly. “Stop this.”
I noticed how Julian's hand shook. If only he knew the terrible things we had done as a family.
“What I am saying is that you don't get to just show up to dinner like you have always honoured our invites. You do not waltz back into our lives as though…”
“As though what?” I said calmly, my voice dripping with poison. I would never let it show but these words got to me. “As though I'm family?”
Aldo’s lips thinned and his eyes darkened.
“You know,” he said through his teeth.
I chuckled. “What I do know is that I had a bullet lodged in my chest and a blood stained dagger in my hands long before it was alright for me to buy alcohol. I forfeited my childhood for this family.”
Orabella’s lips quivered and she gripped her wine glass so tight, her knuckles turned white.
Aldo got up and stormed out of the dining room. Orabella sighed and looked at me. I reached for her hand but she drew it back quickly.
“What is wrong with you?” She asked in a fierce whisper as she set her glass down and went after him. I exhaled and leaned back. Julian looked up from his phone.
“I’m just going to clear this off,” He looked around the table.
DanteI let out a deep breath once I realized that I was now alone in the living room. I stood there motionless, for a few minutes before adjusting the cuffs on my shirt and dragging my tie to loosen it.There was something dangerous about Julian, maybe because he wasn’t loud, or because he was always calm… Well, not always, but most of the time. He was soft, perceptive, and entirely aware of my strength and what I can do, at least to an extent. That quiet submission, that wide-eyed, silent acceptance of my dark world, -he knows something is up, he just doesn’t know what it could be, at this point, I was prepared for the worst if he ever finds out,- was far more addictive than any challenge could ever be. It made me want to protect him from the world, and take him completely for myself.“Dante” I murmured to myself, “Wake up”I removed my suit jacket from the arm chair and relocated to my study.I could still hear Julian’s soft, trembling voice echoing from the living room.“So what?
JulianComing back to the office was almost like a nightmare, I didn’t know what to expect, especially since I was going to see Owen today, after what had happened earlier.The office was busy as usual when I got there. I was immediately greeted by Priya who seemed extra jovial this morning.There he was, at his desk. I had no idea where else I was expecting him to be at, but my heart skipped a beat when I made eye contact with Owen. It was brief and short because Oqwen immediately looked away when he saw me. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed the awkward moment but thankfully, everybody was busy minding their own businesses.I walked over to my own desk and settled down. I looked around, I hadn’t seen Claire yet. Maybe she was running late. I was tempted to ask Owen, but I restricted myself, saving myself from further embarrassment from him.Mr Crowe wasn’t in the office today but he had his assistant give us some tasks to do. Over an hour had passed and Claire was nowhere
DanteI woke up at exactly 5:00am and within twenty minutes I was in my private gym blowing off steam I guess. It was the kind that I couldn’t explain. I just know I needed the physical strain to clear my head.I focused on the large punching bag in the middle of my small gym and hit it fiercely. Only that this morning, it did nothing. My mind was everything but clear. Every time my knuckles struck the leather, my mind recalibrated to the precise weight of Julian pressed against the wall of my study less than forty-eight hours ago. I could still feel the sharp dig of Julian’s fingers into the nape of my neck.“Fuck” I muttered to myself. I caught the heavy bag with my two hands and held it tight as my chest heaved up and down. I closed my eyes, in an attempt to force my breath to slow down.I had spent over ten years mastering the art of absolute control. I had done things without any form of emotion or ever letting my heart beat rise above normal level. But here I was, a twenty-two y
JulianA full day had gone by and the tension in the penthouse had settled into an uncomfortable, electric hush. Neither of us had spoken a word about the previous night. Dante had treated the entire incident as a closed file, retreating behind his usual impenetrable wall of cold professionalism or whatever it is it was.I, however, was done playing with Dante’s rules. I had another thing to think about. The kiss I shared with Owen. I was shocked that Owen had even considered kissing me at all, but then he looked like he had regretted it and a huge part of me felt bad. I wondered how I’d be able to face him once I get to the office when the new week starts.I paced around the house for a good thirty minutes. Dante and I were both home for the weekend but Dante has locked himself up in his study all day, all night even. I had barely seen him since he manhandled that man from the club the other night.It was a sight I couldn’t quite get out of my head. I don’t know if it was because he
DanteI couldn’t wrap my head around why I had tried to intimidate Julian that way. I could conclude that the poor boy was scared but the faint redness on his cheeks said otherwise. In fact, it gave me some sort of satisfaction, which was weird.I wanted to go check him in his room but I decided against it. I needed to give the boy some space after literally being two inches away from him five minutes ago.Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Confused, I asked the security to check it out.He came back in with two medium sized brown paper bags. “Delivery for Julian" he said.Oh right, Julian had ordered food earlier.“Julian” I called out, but there was no response. I didn’t bother to call again.“Place it on the table. I’ll take it to him soon” I told the guard. He did as I said and left the living room.I knocked on Julian’s door with the paper bags in my hand. “Julian, your food came already” I called out but no response.“If you don’t wake up to get it, I might have to treat m
JulianI returned to the quiet house that evening very tired, as usual. Luckily for me, Dante had done a good job with the files that Mr Crowe had almost nothing to criticize about, unlike Priya and Owen’s.Owen had even invited me over to a party that evening, he said ‘It was to blow off steam’ but it wasn’t really my kind of space, even though I was willing to try, not just at the moment.The conversation I had heard between Dante and another man on the phone took over my memory earlier that afternoon and left me unsettled. Why would Dante feel the need to threaten someone, in that tone for that matter.Being too tired to fix up anything to eat, I decided to order in. I wasn’t sure Dante would want it but I didn’t bother calling to ask anyway.“Aha” I heard from the hallway and I nearly jumped from my feet. “You’re home”I turned and it was Dante, all dressed down in a tight white-coloured tank top and grey sweatpants, very different from the way he was suited up this morning.“And
JULLIAN“Get dressed.”I blinked, looking up from the notes spread across the small desk in my room. “I am dressed.”Dante stood by the door, leaning against the frame like he owned the space, which, technically, he did.“Not for where we’re going.”“And where is that?”“Around.”I frowned. “Around
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