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chapter thirteen

While I lie awake thinking the night before my seventeenth birthday i began to think what if some love stories end before the happy ever after.Maybe not everyone gets that epic movie kind of love.What if romance is only given to those deserving of it?Maybe I dont deserve it...

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"Brandon dear wake up".I can hear the voice of my mother outside of the door but unlike any other birthday i also hear the voice of my father and for just a moment i tried to convince my self that maybe just maybe he was there for me and not just for the fact that later on i have to sign a contract to be his "right hand man" in his "business" but knowing my father i knew that it was the only reason he would come.

"Im up mom ill be down in a minute".I say adding a fake tone of enthusiasm when in reality i wanted nothing more then to be in my room all day sulking about everything especially with the whole baby thing that my mother told my father about and it turned out it is his child his other son to be exact.

Usually older children especially boys would be happy to get a younger brother but when you live in a life filled with death and crime ,it's not so exciting.

After a few moments used to contemplate my entire existence I decided to get up and get ready which involved throwing on a button up collar along with black dress pants.

"Look who finally decided to come down".My mother stated adding a laugh to the end to make it seem as a joke and instead of giving her a answer I just add a smile and a forced chuckle.

"So today I've decided to take you down to the compound since you'll be spending a lot of time down there soon".I would like to say I am surprised my dad is forcing me to go down and explore the compound but I can't say I am.

Since I was young his main priority has always been his mafia which I can't say I understand because why have a child if you don't really even want one.But I guess that's because he was hoping for a boy to take over.

"Naturalmente e quando pensi di portarmi giù?"I ask him in Italian which I have decided to start using more being most of the mafia only speaks Italian.
~ of course and when you plan to take me down~

My family only learned English because we had to go down to New York to handle some of my fathers business.

"Beh figliolo, stavo pensando di andare dopo che abbiamo cenato. Cosa mi ricorda dove avevi in ​​mente?"
~ Well son i was thinking of going after we eat dinner.Which reminds me where did you have in mind?~

I didn't really think about this birthday at all usually I would think about this day weeks prior but under the circumstances I haven't really cared or even wanted to have this birthday especially it being my 17 .I should be happy being I would be an adult soon but instead I would be tied down to a huge widely known mafia who had many dangerous enemies.

But after a few moments in my thoughts I have settled on a place that my family would use to always go to when I was younger it has a sort of special and sentimental meaning.

"I want to go to Osteria Francescana."And I swear for just a split second I seen my mother and fathers eyes sparkle and it gave me a glimmer of hope for my family and future.