The Undying Addiction of a Tyrant

Chapter 2

Meanwhile in Italy

Alessandro's POV

After hanging up the phone on the boy. I sat back in my chair, deep in thought. If what the boy said was true, then my ex-girlfriend was pregnant when we broke up. And hid it from me all these years. I can't believe it, I may be a father. But of course, I'm not going to accept all this at face value. The minute he lands here in Italy we are going to the hospital for a DNA test. Can you blame me? A man in my situation needs to be very careful. Anyone can say they are my kid so they can steal what I built from underneath me.

But if it comes back, he's my son, I have a lot of work to do. I know it's wrong for me to use him for my own personal gain. But, hey what can I say? With him being my son, he will one day inherit everything I own. And will eventually run the family business one day. Hence the reason behind this marriage arrangement I'm putting in place for him. He will marry one of my business partner's daughters. Pressing the intercom, I called Braxton my underboss or second in command. "Braxton, find my daughter, and the rest of my family tell them to meet in the conference room now."

Who knows how everyone is going to take the news especially my wife. The gold-digging hussy thinks she will end up running things or my daughter not on your life. Not that I have anything against a female running my business and leading the family. But my wife really has no clue how to run anything, plus the men don't respect her. She may think I don't know or see all the times that she has snuck out of my house to meet her little friends. I know everything my wife may have paid them for their silence, but my men have loyalty to me and those who respect them.

Pretty soon my family came through the door, and I stood at the head of the table watching as each person took their seats. My mother was the first to speak "Alessandro son, what's this about?"

"Mom and dad, do you guys remember the girl I dated back in college when you sent me to the states with Uncle Micky?"

"Yeah, you two were thick as thieves. Until a certain little gold-digging whore broke you guys up," my mom chastised me while glaring at my wife.

"Well, dad you got your wish."

Son, what do you mean? Asked my bewildered father.

"Well, apparently, I have a 19-year-old son. He called me last night. After Irene told him about me during of her drunken nights."

I looked around the room and you could tell the ones who were happy about the news and those who weren't. My men and parents, of course, seemed over the moon. My dad started thumping his chest. Any second and he would end up howling at the moon. Aren't I the one who is supposed to be overjoyed by this turn of events? After all, he's my son I helped make the boy? My wife shot daggers at me with her eyes. Good thing they can't kill me.

"Why are you guys so happy about this newcomer coming here and trying to stir up trouble?" my snarky wife spoke up, asking.

Before I could respond, we heard a loud smack throughout the room. My sister had gone over and backhanded my wife across the face. 

"Violet, shut your mouth right now. You have no grounds to question what goes on in this family. You may be married to my brother and have his daughter, but you're the reason I don't know my nephew. Because you tricked my brother into sleeping with you and then cried rape to your daddy. So, he could guilt trip, my father, into forcing Alessandro to marry you. You're nothing but a gold-digging Thot."

"Now I hope you understand nothing is confirmed until we do a DNA test, but I just wanted to let everyone know ahead of time before he shows up and everyone starts scratching their heads wondering why he's here."