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chapter 19 - devil's advocate

Pov: Carter  (Violence: TW)

It had been hours since I landed, I rested for a bit and now here I am. It's noon and I'm standing in front of my mom's place. 

I instantly wish I was back home with Eliza. 

"Wait here, I'll inform the boss of your presence," The man who was dressed as a security guard told me while I stood in front of him with an odd expression. 

He speaks English? Okay, then this should be fairly simple.

She lived in what looked like a mansion, with the same build as our previous house but bigger. 

I wondered how she would look at me all grown up since the last time she saw me was when I was 10 years old? Either way, I couldn't care less. 

"What's your name, sir?" The guard asks me as I try to remove my headphones out of my ears, "Carter Fenix," I state. 

His eyes widened with what looked like shock and he stumbled for the pocket in his suit, "I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea that you were the son of the boss. Please, come in." His voice was laced with fear and worry. 

"It's fine, don't worry, I don't think she would care if I was late." I let out a small laugh, he smiles in response. 

"It's not the boss who is awaiting your arrival, it's the underboss." He clarifies and lets me in, the who now? Who is the underboss and what do they have to do with me? 

I'm led into the broad hallway, "Down the hall, the first door to the right, you will find them there." The guard yells out and exits the house. 

I reach the front of a large door, decorated in gold engravings, this appeared to be the living room or the office. How astonishing. 

Before I could knock, the door opened by itself, revealing a huge room with plenty of space and many decorations. From the ceiling hung a few marvelous chandeliers, there was a fountain in the far right of the room, a table in the middle, and right in front of me was a desk. 

Behind the desk, was a formal rolling chair, it was turned facing the other side so I couldn't figure out who was seated on it. 

I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, that's when I heard a voice, her voice. 

"Bene, ciao figliolo [well, hello son]" My relaxed shoulders tense at the sound of her voice without the impression of a phone or speaker.

She sounded worse in person, taking me back to the nights she used to scream her lungs off at me. 

The chair turns around to reveal her face, she looked the exact same but had of course aged a bit. She had a small bruise under her eye, but other than that she was dressed in a black dress suit. 

"Ciao Sistine," My voice came out stiff and deep, making her smirk at the sound of it. 

I call her by her name; I didn't call her by the name she was supposed to be called by, my mother. She lost that title a while back. 

Her eyes catch my outfit as she looks me up and down.

"Vedo che ti sei vestito [I see you've come dressed]" she was referring to the black button-up and suit jacket I was wearing. 

"Pensato che sarebbe stato adatto [thought it would be suitable]" I don't smile, I wither. She looks around and then back at me, there was an unfamiliar feeling in the air, it was unsettling.