Tamyra

21. Time can heal but this won't

I have a few things to tell you and I need you to listen patiently before you say anything. I prefer you'd take a seat for that." I said making a gesture for him to sit down.

And so I told him everything, from my job to how I met Cleo to the move to Italy.

Which brings us to the present............

I look at him trying to gauge his reaction. But I can't make anything of this. I'm at a loss of words.

I wouldn't blame him even I was a little dumbfounded when I found out about my maternal family. And he just found out that his daughter and the only family is one of the most wanted assassins in the world.

I looked at the hands of the clock on his table, it had been over 15 mins and he hasn't said a word. I'm getting a little worried now. He clears his throat," Let me get straight to the point, you are an assassin, most wanted at that. And you went to London to find something and not because of new adventures. And then you met your mother's side of family and learned about everything and now want to move to Italy?" He inquired with heavy sarcasm dripping from his words.

Well when one puts it that way it sounds wayy too selfish.....

"Yeah that pretty much sums it up...?" I agreed more like questioned, I kind of knew where he was going with this. He had a flat look on his face.

"Tamyra, are you sure you want to enter that world? There was a reason why your mother and I decided to not tell you before." He had this farfetched look on his face when he mentioned about Mama. "Look I know you are not new to that world as you already are a part of it but taking the place of the ruler, their boss? It will be far more dangerous than it is for you now as people don't know who you are in real life but the moment you sit on that throne? You will have everyone's attention on you, and there will be all kinda of people, the ones who want to hurt you, the ones who want that throne for themselves and the ones who will die to protect you." His eyes bore into mine explaining the seriousness of what he was speaking. It looked like he wanted to make sure I was ready for the consequences and dangers of my decision.

Little does he know that I will be the danger itself........

"Father, I understand what you are saying, but I have decided what I want. That throne is the one that belonged to Mama. It's no secret that everyone has their eyes on it. I won't let those greedy wolves even set a foot near it." This was the first time we were openly talking about Mama. His jaw clenched the moment I said the next sentence. "They have done enough damage to our family and lives. They almost even succeeded in destroying it. I'm not going to give anyone a chance to take away what belongs to me anymore." I stated with a tone that I was done with this talk.

He sighed. "You are not a kid anymore and I won't stop you if that's what you want but make sure you are safe just for the sake of this old man bambina." He joked trying to break the serious atmosphere. I even cracked a smile at his attempt. This was the most we have talked in the last 10 years.

"Oh and tell Cleopatra I would like to have a word with her about some security changes.", dad looked at his desk not meeting my eyes, a little more tensed as he said this.

I know he doesn't particularly like anyone from the mafia but why is he so tensed...? Wait it couldn't be that, could it?

"Dad by any chance are you worried about the threats that you have been receiving?", I enquire, tip-toeing around the subject, not wanting to dwell more into it myself.

He looked up from the files at me so quickly that he might have gotten a whiplash. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You know about it? How long?"

"I came across one of the threats lying on your desk a few days ago. You never told me that this was happening. How long has it been going on? When was the first time you received it and how many did you get?" I fired all the questions I wanted to ask in one go.

"I didn't tell you because it is not something that you should have to deal with." His features hardened. "I didn't tell you before and I won't tell you now."

"You can't do that!" I rebuked disbelieve marred my face at his answer. "After everything you can't do that to me, I deserve to know." I was done with this argument now I have been having it since years. "You know what let's just end it today, tell me why I should not know something that is related to me, hell it is about me." I know I shouldn't have used that tone on him, he was just concerned but all that was lost as the years of pent up anger came bubbling out.

My gaze zeroed on him, challenging him to stop me, to argue with me but he remained quiet as I continued. "Do you have any idea of how things have been since Mama was killed?" I purposely chose to use the word killed because I was just tired of sugar coating things.

"You went on completely ignoring me and Tristan. Do you what effect it had on him? On me? We were just 8 Dad just 8! We had lost our mother, we needed our father for us but you decided to abandon us as well. And when we were kidnapped? Do you know what we went through? Why I don't speak a word of it? They made us torture and murder people every day. They would force us to torture someone until the person begged for death. They wanted to mold us into their weapons. It almost broke Ian. He couldn't do it, and when he refused, you know what they did? They tortured him." I look dead in his eyes without hiding the anger that I was feeling.

"They would always torture him until he would give in. It went on for months like this until Ian decided to not kill another innocent person. They tortured him to death Dad, they tortured Tristan until he died. He was in my hands as when he took his last breath! I begged him to just hold on a little longer, the help was on the way. But he couldn't dad, he couldn't. He gave up. And when I finally returned from that hellhole I needed you the most, my family the most! But you just pushed me even further!"

"You have no right to tell me or to pretend like you suddenly realized that you have a daughter after all this years. I didn't object when you order me to move back but I'm making this call. I am not going to listen to you on this." I finished finally taking a deep breath, calming down a little.

"I'm moving to Italy, and I am going to take the place that I deserve. And I will deal with the threats and find information about them whether you like it or not." My voice sounded erieely calm even to myself.

Not wanting to waste another moment here I storm out of his office without glancing at him and get the hell out of the house.

What a day it has been...