The Lawyer Vs The Mafia (Mafia Series #2)

Father

Emerson's POV

"I need to talk to my flesh and blood mr.Russo, let her know We need to talk and to meet me in my home office as soon as she can get this, I am not playing these hide and seek games Emerson Duvessa I am your father and what you are doing is absolutely unacceptable"

I sighed as I sat on Kierans lap listening to the last of my fathers voicemails to him on his land line phone. My head rested on his shoulder while I gazed out of his office window watching the autumn leaves falling off the trees with the passing wind.

For a second there I thought he would never call... for just a moment in my fucked up life I thought I was free but unfortunately no.

Fuck- I knew my freedom no matter how short or long it would last, it would surly and always come to a destructive and pitiful end. My life is never truly mine, I never truly have control over anything.

Yes, I am a "badass" in my job I take control in the courtroom because I try to be what I can't be in my own life but, my life is never fucking mine. It's so extremely frustrating and even if I'm tired of it I can't change it. He knows what strings to pull so I'll fall to my knees at his every beck and call.

I feel pathetic.

I don't realize the tears that are well- running down my face until I feel my nose beguine to get stuffy.

"Angel?" Kieran questioned in an ever so soft tone rubbing my back in soothing circles. Being so fucking gentle- treating me as tho he could break me at any given moment-

I jerked out of his hold straightening out his grey shirt I was wearing and clearing swaying any sign of tears. I took a deep breath before looking down at him, he was looking up at me, not in dumbass pity or sympathy... but instead he was looking at me with... understanding and love?

'¿Olvidaste que podemos confiar en él, cariño?' (Did you forget we can trust him darling?)

I- I did...

He stood from his leather chair and brought his hand up caressing my cheek so I would look at him directly.

"Talk to my angel... what is going on up there?" He asked while tapping a finger against my temple, clearing away a lone tear that escaped my eye.

"I'm tired, so fucking tired-" he kissed my cheek pulling my down onto his lap once again looking into my eyes giving me time to open up. He patiently waited for me to speak, not pressuring me or pushing. Just caressing and holding me comfortingly, I very much appreciated our lack of words, I need to figure out what I want to say...

"Ever since I was a child- I wanted my fathers love... I wanted to make him proud of me, just as much as a son would have made him or more... but he had and always has made sure to make it clear to me that I will never be good enough for him-" he didn't say a word, just waited for me to continue, his eyes were blank and I could read him now.

"When- when I was in Paris- I felt like I finally had the control, like I was finally given a little power that I desperately wanted- needed. Then- then like a stupid naive and ignorant girl- I let another man barge in and completely broke me... every man I have ever known takes and takes and breaks me, my father broke me down until I was his little puppet."

"h- he- broke the new spirit I grew into- he made me believe he cared but in the end he fucking broke me- took from me something I can't ever get back- in the most disgusting way-" I felt anger begin to grow within me-

"He made me believe I was special and that he cared- but all he really wanted was to get into my pants and when he finally grew tired of playing and waiting- he decided he had enough and if I wouldn't give it willingly he would take it-"