The Undying Addiction of a Tyrant

Chapter 3

Bryson's POV

You may ask yourself why I grabbed my stepmother by her throat and threw her in the pool. It's simple when I first arrived here at the house and we were all standing outside talking. Mira grabbed me by the arm and pulled me behind her as she led the way into the living room. Upon entering, I saw an elderly woman being shoved up against a wall. Now mind you, my mom taught me to respect my elders. I couldn't stand by and let anything happen to the old lady. What really made me mad was when the spiteful woman called me a bastard. I know who and what I am, nobody needs to remind me.

What I found strange was nobody tried to stop me from doing it. Everyone stood around the room laughing when my stepmother flew into the pool. The man I'm assuming was my grandfather looked at my father and burst out laughing "Finally, someone had the balls to shut the cunt up. Alessandro, you should have divorced her years ago. We told you we'd back you in any decision you make. The woman is toxic and a gold-digging bitch."

We were all sitting around the living room talking, and my family took that time to introduce themselves to me. Now that everything has calmed down Mira glanced between me and my father, "big brother you know he looks just like you."

"Bryson, my name is Mira I'm your aunt, and at one time your mother and I were best friends."

The next person to come and introduce themselves to me was the woman I had saved earlier. Prior to saying anything she came up and wrapped her arms around me hugging me to her. "I'm your grandmother, Bryson welcome home."

It seemed like the entire family was happy for me to be here, maybe this would be a good thing for me in the long run. Not long after there was a slight knock on the door, and a young girl around my age walked in looking around she spoke up and asked Alessandro where her mother was. All eyes turned to me, I rolled my eyes smirking at her "she was hot and wanted to go for a swim."

Iris couldn't have been any older than 18. We could have been born in the same year only a few months apart. Now I know why my parents split all those years ago. This girl and her homewrecking mother were to blame. I recall one of the letters hidden in that box in my mother's room, Alessandro declared his love in that letter and asked my mother to marry him. But things never come out as you plan them.

Mira exchanged a glance with my father and the next thing I know, she was leading upstairs to the third floor. "Bryson this floor is strictly for our family, your bedroom is the third door on the right. Dinner is in 3 hours go ahead and rest up and when dinner is ready, I'll come back up and get you."

Mira's POV

I know Bryson is an adult, but it really isn't a good thing to have him wandering around the halls until my brother can show him the ins and outs of our way of life. Plus, I know how some of the men will shoot first and ask questions later. That's all we would need is one of the gung-ho idiots to shoot Bryson without knowing who he is and why he is here, to begin with, will start a war in our family. But on a side note, I better go find my brother and find out what the hell he is up to. This is the first time he has ever decided to have all the Mob Bosses from across the globe under one roof. I know he is up to something.

I was about to enter Alessandro's office when I heard him speaking on the phone. This idiot has decided to use his own son as a pawn, he had told whoever was on the other end of the phone that he planned on using his son as a way to unite our family with another high-ranking mob family. But knowing Bryson from the short about a time he has been here. I know for sure he won't sit by and take this lightly. So, I slammed the door open "Alessandro you never change, do you? You're always thinking about yourself. Bryson is your son, not some price stud you can auction off at the highest bid."

"Mira, what I do involving my son has nothing to do with you. He is my son and I will do what I see fit for him."

"The hell it's not my business Alessandro he is my nephew and I won't let you marry him off to the next Leader who decides to offer you a stud price for his hand in marriage. You really should sit down and talk this out with your son before he finds out and tell you to kiss his ass for good and goes back home. You don't even know anything about him, what kind of woman he likes, or anything else."

"Mira, take your ass upstairs and get ready for dinner. I don't want to talk to you about this anymore. And one more thing nosy go somewhere and learn to mind your own business before someone else puts you in your place."

As I turned to leave, I glanced out the side of my eye at Alessandro and flipped him off, slamming the door shut behind me. Some part of me hopes my brother forgets this damn mess. And yet another part can't help but picture my nephew beating the hell out of his father for this turn of events. Bryson only came here so he could get to know us. Not so his father could throw him into a room full of power-hungry men and their gold-digging daughters. As I started getting ready for dinner, I asked myself if it would be wrong for me to warn him about his conniving father. Mom and dad think it's a dinner for the other family heads to meet my nephew. Our dad may flip his gourd when he finds out the real meaning behind this so-called dinner party of Alessandro's.

Normally I'm all for obeying my older brother. But this time he's rubbed me the wrong way. He should have gone to Bryson, sat down, and actually got to know his son. Then ask him what his thoughts are on the whole idea about tossing him to the wolves for the sake of money and power.