Regina In Revenge

𝚂𝙸𝚇𝚃𝚈

A/N: Before we start I wanted to clear some things.

1. Gianni Lombardi and Kade Lombardi have a father named Elijah who hasn't been introduced yet. The Russo's and Lombardi's have been family friends since three generations.

2. The Elijah Lombardi is the second in command of the Italian Mafia.

3. Kade occasionally works for the Mafia.

4. The white blonde, violet-blue eyes figure that Artemis hallucinated about which took her to the music room, is a best friend of her's who's name is Faith.

Feel free to ask if you have any doubts.

THIRD PERSON'S POV.

"What truth dad?" Giovanni asked. The room had gone all silent since then.

"It's about you, Demitri." Nickolai spoke as everyone's attention turned to Demitri who looked back at Nickolai.

"What about me?" He asked confused.

"I don't know if you want your siblings to be here with you or you want it to hear alone." Nickolai spoke confusing them even more.

"I want my siblings to be here." Demitri stayed put on his decision as he took a seat between Artemis and Giovanni.

"Demitri, remember. You are my son, my blood and no matter what happens you'll be my son always." Nickolai assured him.

"Okay,... I don't know where to start from... me-, your mom and I went to the same University, but hadn't met until a house party at her friend's. We were clearly attracted and add a few bottles of alcohol to it. And, you all know what happened" Nickolai explained.

"Okay, you ended up having sex with mom, then what?" Demitri blurt out getting impatient.

"We didn't speak much after that night. Only occasionally a hi and hello. I really liked her and so did she. About a month later she walked up to me in the library and told me that she was pregnant."

"And.... That child was Demitri" Giovanni concluded.

"Yes, we decided to keep the child. Another month in, we both admitted our feelings for each other. Everything was going smoothly. We even met up with your grandparents. Your grandfathers were happy since it meant that the Greek and Italian Mafia would come into an alliance and a heir for the Italian Mafia on the way. But," Nickolai paused.

"What dad?" Demitri asked.

"Before we met, your mom was dating a guy and he was adamant that you were his." Nickolai spilled it out. "He didn't leave her even after we got engaged. Your uncle Alec and I had to take care of him just a day before the wedding because he pulled out a scene infront of the house they were staying in."

"How is he realated to all this?" Demitri asked.

"His name was Peter Andrews. You mom's ex boyfriend. He disappeared after that for years and I believed that he was gone for good. But No, he had to fucking come back." Nickolai shouted the last sentence.

"Why didn't you kill him that day?" Armani asked.

"We-, I didn't want anything bad taking place so near to the wedding, that day was ment for us to rejoice and celebrate." Nickolai replied before he extended his hand towards Demitri, who walked up to him and took a seat on the bed, beside him. "Could you all leave us for a moment?" He asked his kids, who nodded and left the room.

"I am your son, right dad?" He asked hesitantly.

"Don't doubt it an ounce. Demitri, my son." Nickolai stroked the back of Demitri's hand. "I've loved you since the moment I was informed about your mere existence. I can never explain the experience, the adrenaline rush I felt when th nurse placed you in my arms. You were the one who taught me what it's like to be a dad. You were the one who made me feel responsible. I know, family means everything to you, that's the reason I was afraid about how you'd react, son. Look, I don't want you to feel like a mistake or something that was a result of a one night stand. You were a blessing in our life. You were a miracle. You were the one who brought me and your mom close. You, Demitri Riccardo Russo, are my son." Nickolai poured out his heart.