In "Family Ties," the Moretti family is everything, or so they thought. But beneath the surface of loyalty lies a web of betrayal and lies. In the heart of this tangled mess, the Morettis struggle to find their footing, torn apart by secrets and dec...
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"You had the nerve to steal from me after everything I've done for you. I should cut off everyone of your fingers and feed it t you" My father said to the bleeding man
Moments like this never fazed me, growing up if you were apart of my family you witnessed a lot of deaths. My father and my uncle never made it better, growing up my father came from nothing. He moved to the states from Italy when he was just a little boy. He watched his parent struggle and his father give half of all the money he made to this drug lord for protection. He promised himself he would never be weak like his father. The first person I ever seen my father torture I was 12 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Flashback
"Dad p-please I don't want t-to do this" I stuttered nervously as my father walked me to the back of the warhouse. The atmosphere was heavy with tension.
"Elias please he's just a boy" Minna begged
Minna was the closest thing I had to a mother after mine died. She was the family nanny/maid and hasbeen for years.
"Well it's time he became a man" my uncle Stefan said pulling me away from her
I look back at her and all she could do was cry because she knew what was about to partake next. My father pulled me away from uncle Stefan and kneeled down in front of me. My tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on my trembling shoulder and took a deep breath breath before speaking.
"I understand this is a lot for you, but there is going to be a time when you are put in a position to make hard choices. One day you will take on the role of being the leader of this family and you must be prepared" my father said sternly
I looked over my father's shoulder to my uncle, who was a bit annoyed with my father's talk with me. Their relationship has always been difficult for me to understand. My uncle Stefan wasn't really my uncle, he's actually my father's cousin. They were just raised together as brothers after my grandfather died. I know uncle stefan hated my father for some reason, but he learned to tolerate my father. They were very different and a lot alike at the same time, their teaching were different but always the same lesson.
The room was cold, lights were dim and the smell was horrid. In the center of the room was a old man covered in bloody scars tied to a chair.
"Elias it wasn't me I swear...p-please let me go" Mr. Miller begged
Mr. Miller was my father's long time business partner for years. His son Mikey and I were close friends from school.
"Caesar here's a valuable lesson, if people see you as weak they will never respect you." he said and slit Mr. Millers throat
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End Of Flashback
Present Day
"Caesar you don't hear me talking to you, go answer my phone" My father said breaking my train of thought
As I walk out of the room you can still hear the man being tortured faintly.
Ring Ring
"Boss the package is here" Skar said
"What package" I asked confused
"Sorry Caesar I thought you were your father"
"Whatever package you have bring it to the warehouse" I said hanging up
A few minutes later Skar and one of his corner boy came in carrying a unconscious woman.
"Skar why you bringing some random whore to the warehouse and who the fuck is this " I asked confused pulling out my gun
"Don't shoot man I'm just here to help" the corner boy said with his hands up. He stood tall, dressed in dark clothing.
The way the guy was fidgeting let me know he was clearly on something.
" I needed an extra hand the girl, that's why he's here.. it's cool Caesar" Skar said laying the woman on the table and the other guy started handcuffing her
"Why are you handcuffing her" I asked
"Because this bitch is crazy, she ran from me once already" he said and my father came in wiping the blood off his hands
"Elias why is this woman here" I asked
"Why is her shirt opened" my father asked ignoring my question
He didn't take his eyes off the guys, my father had a certain look in his eye. If you didn't know it you would miss it. But I knew that look all to well, he was pissed.
"I just wanted a little taste before you off her, I never had chocolate before you know what I mean." the guy said laughing and my father took the gun out of my hand and shot the guy in the foot and the man began to scream.
"What the fuck did you just say?, Skar who the fuck is this?" my father asked pointing the gun at him
"M-Mr. Moretti I didn't do nothing all I did was feel her up a little bit..I promise, please don't kill me" he said pleading his case. As he clutched his wounded foot, blood seeping through his fingers.
"She wasn't yours to touch" my father said and shot him in the head, the man's body dropped instantly
"Yo what the fuck" Skar said surprised by what just happened
"You let him touch her" My father asked pointing the gun back at Skar
" I didn't know, I was driving man. I swear" he said putting his hands up
"The next time I send you to do something do it alone. Now get the fuck out my face, before I shoot you too"
And Skar didn't think twice about it, bolting to the door he managed to trip over the man's dead body on his way out.
"Dumb ass" my father said under his breath shaking his head and handing me back my gun.
"Why do you care if some corner boy got touchy with a woman your going to kill anyway" I asked confused by my fathers outburst
"Because I'm not killing her Caesar" he said and I looked at him confused. Moments like this always confused me with my father. He's never been a predictable man.
His next actions surprised me, he took off his jacket and put it over her body covering her up. A simple gesture like that was surprising for me to see from my father, he wasn't too kind to strangers. Especially one's he was going to kill, but he was different with her. He was being gentle.
"If your not going to kill her, what is she here for?" I asked finally getting a good look at the unconscious woman on the table, her face, slightly covered by voluminous curls, with high cheekbones and full plump lips. She was stunning for the typical man, but she wasn't my type.
"Your going to be in charge of all of this soon which comes with a lot of responsibility, your going to be the face of this family now. And your going to have to uphold this legacy, which means your also going to need a woman by your side. That's why I chose her, she's the one your going to marry" he said before leaving and it felt like my soul left my body.
