THE DARE | BWWM 18+ (editing)

xxxiv - papa sorelli

L E O N A R D O

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What is my father doing here? Out of jail?

"Figlio," he bellows and opens his arms. I pull him into a hug and into the house. "I bet you're surprised huh?" he grins.

"Definitely papa. What- How did this happen?"

"Apparently good behavior. I need a drink. Like now."

"Left cabinet. Top shelf." My papa makes his way into the kitchen and gets himself a bottle.

"Babe, who was at the door?" Iris yells from the top of the stairs.

"Uh-" How do I tell my girlfriend that my father, who I told her was in jail for the next fifteen years, is here now.

"Is everything okay?" I hear her footsteps down the stairs and I tense up. Say something.

"My papa is here," I yell out.

"Yeah, very funny." She enters the kitchen and her eyes land on my dad, sipping on his drink. "Why didn't you tell me your dad was here?" She whispers loud enough for me to hear.

"I did. Papa, this is my girlfriend Iris, and Princess, this is my papa."

"Hi, Mr. Sorelli. It's nice to meet you." Iris puts her hand out for my papa to shake but he sets his drink down on the kitchen counter and pulls her in for a hug instead.

"You're family now. No need for handshakes," he tells her and she nods her head.

"Where's Martello?" I question because they should've gotten out together.

"He went to check on your nonni." (Translation: grandparents)

No. No. No.

They're dead.

And I didn't tell him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"We need to talk papa."

"That's my cue to go," Iris smiles and I kiss her on the head. "It was nice to meet you Mr. Sorelli," she waves to my dad before turning around.

"I'm happy I got to meet the girl that stole my figlio's heart. And cut the Mr. You can call me papa Sorelli."

"Okay. See you later." Iris leaves and now I have to tell my papa everything. He's definitely going to kill me.

"Where did you find her? She's beautiful," my papa compliments as soon as Iris is out of the room. He starts to sip on his drink again.

"Yes, she is. We met at the club, but that's not important right now. Something happened after you went to jail."

"What? You know I hate when you beat around the bush."

My goodness.

My father is the only person I'm terrified of and I know he has a temper. How do I tell him I've been lying to him for years? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Qualcuno ha bombardato la casa dei nonni e mi ha mandato la testa in una scatola. Sono morti, papa." (Translation: Someone bombed grandpa's house and sent their heads to me in a box. They're dead, dad)

My papa throws his drink across the room and clenches his fists. He punches the kitchen counter and I look at the indent he leaves.

"Chi l'ha fatto?" (Translation: Who did it?)

"Diabolo." I quickly reply and he nods. "Ho cercato di prenderlo, ma tutto quello che ho è uno dei suoi uomini al piano di sotto."
(Translation: I've been trying to catch him but all I have is one of his men downstairs)