Silent Killer

Part Two

Luca.

"What was with the random trip to Toronto?" I hear Sofia ask me.

I stand in front of the fireplace with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the liquid as my mind wanders. My thoughts are racing and I was enjoying the silence of my home before Sofia interrupted my train of thought. I've been home for about forty-five minutes so I'm surprised she hadn't found me until now.

My eyes stay focused on the liquid instead of my pregnant wife, "Work."

"In Canada?"

"Sweetheart, the family business doesn't limit where we go." I respond dryly.

I can hear her exhale a breath and she walks towards me, putting her hand on on my back gently. This woman doesn't understand that I'm not one to show affections unless we're in the bedroom; she continuously touches me just for the sake of having contact with me.

Sofia makes her way around me and our eyes meet, she's smiling and I'm not sure if she expects a smile in return but I leave her hanging. I'm far from in the mood to smile. She gets the hint and frowns a little, "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and was hoping you could--"

"I can't," I answer before she can even ask, "I have work to attend to."

"You haven't came to any of the appointments, Luca."

"There's been two," I remind her with an annoyed expression on my face. She's acting like she's full term when she's maybe two or three months, I really don't know. "And if we're being honest, miscarriages are common up to 12 weeks, so lets make sure this is viable before I waste my time."

For the first time I can see Sofia looking at me with anger in her eyes, she wants to slap me I'm sure but she composes herself, "I know you claim to not care about anything, Luca, but would it kill you to show some kind of compassion towards your wife. I'm already completely attached to our child and I thought you would be happy, too. This could be your legacy."

"If it's a boy, then yes, he will be my legacy." As I nod my head I take a sip of the whiskey in my hand, giving her a smirk. I know I've ticked her off and I find great joy in getting on her nerves. Sofia has always been so patient with me and has never showed any kind of anger which makes it fun for me to taunt her endlessly.

She stays silent and it isn't until my father walks in that she smiles again, "Mr. Acerbi. It's good to see you."

"You as well, Sofia." He turns his attention to me and I can see that he's here for business, "Can we talk, son?" 

"I suppose."

Sofia sighs softly before covering up her frustration with a small smile, "That's my cue to go. It was nice seeing you, Mr. Acerbi. Luca, I'll see you later."

As Sofia heads out of the room, my father reminds her to call him by his first name, "Call me Val, you're family." Once she's gone, he turns to me and his expression changes, clearly he's upset about something - what will I be getting lectured about now? As though he reads my mind, my father answers, "You took the jet to Toronto."

I nod simply, "I did."

"Why? And don't say business because I run the business and we currently don't have shit happening in Canada," His voice grows deeper as though he thinks I'll be threatened by his tone - jokes on him because I don't give a damn.

"I had my own personal business to deal with, none of your concern," My voice has managed to stay calm but I know it won't last long because my father won't let things go that easily. I don't need him knowing about Caroline, not yet at least.

My father's hand smacks the glass from my hand, causing it to shatter on the floor, "It is my business when you're using my resources to get the another country without my consent."

"I don't need your consent! This business will be mine soon enough and--"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Luca. You need to earn your place as capo. At this rate I wouldn't give you control over my dead body."

I have done everything to prove myself worthy of the title, I have killed under my father's direction and I have trained since the day I could walk. This is something I have prepared for my entire life and for him to say that I have to earn it causes my blood to run cold. How dare he have the nerve to act like I've done nothing to prove myself when I have done his dirty work for longer than I can remember.

"Are you fucking with me? You know I've earned my place."

My hands ring into fists and I'll throw punches if I need to, but once my mom walks into the room I manage to hold back. She looks frantic enough as it is and once she approaches my father by pushing his chest angrily, I can't help but smirk.

"Cosa pensi di star facendo?" She spats at him. 

I notice that her Italian is getting better and I take a seat on the arm chair, watching my father's confusion. There really was nothing more entertaining than seeing my mother put him in his place.

"Amore mio, non so di cosa parli," He sighs softly, running his fingers through his hair.

My mom clenches her jaw and points down the hallway, raising her voice to emphasize her anger with my father, "There's a woman locked downstairs! You're seriously telling me you have nothing to do with that?"

Oh shit.

My father slowly looks towards me and I groan in frustration. I was really hoping for a little more time before someone realized, but leave it to my mother to stick her nose where it doesn't belong.

"Madre, pay no need to her. She's my problem, not father's," I give her a warm smile before standing up and straightening the wrinkles that have appeared in my shirt, "Speaking of, I should be heading there to check on things."

"Luca Stefano Acerbi," My mom grabs my arm as I attempt to leave the room and she stops me, "What are you doing? Who is this and why are you keeping her held?"

I know my mother has her own experience being held captive so I know she won't understand or be on my side here. My father gives me a look and I know he's already aware of the girl I'm hiding downstairs, but he doesn't say anything. Neither he or my mother know that I currently have two women knocked up, let alone that my wife is also unaware.

"You need to stay out of this, mother. It isn't your concern," I tell her, pulling my arm from her grip and heading out of the room. 

I can hear my mother trying to stop me but my father thankfully steps in and tells her to mind her business. I know that he's only saying that so he can take control of the situation but I'll take it as a saving grace for now. Until that happens, I have little to no time to check in on Caroline who I'm certain has a few choice words for me right about now.

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