Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 28

Marco.

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This was the first time that I've been on my mother's boat since she died eight months ago. I had purchased it for her fortieth birthday. She said that it was the best birthday gift that anyone has ever given her. She adored it. She named it, my escape. She said that it was her escape from reality. She told me that she was so unhappy being married to my father. I told her to leave him but she said that she couldn't. She was afraid of him. Luca and I told her to come and live with us here but she refused.

The same day that fucker hit her in the face I went to Italy to get her. She told us that she wanted to stay with him. I was enraged with anger. Luca and I beat the shit out of him. I drew my gun to shoot him but mother held my hand begging me not to do so. He was in a coma for almost a month. I wished that I had defied my mother's wishes and killed his useless ass! He has been trying his best to tear our empire down. He attacked another one of my warehouses and killed one of my men.

A month later when he got out of the coma, my mother told me that she was going to leave him and she had some very important things to tell me and Luca. The day after her fifty-fifth birthday party, she was brutally raped and murdered. I knew that my father had her killed. I was going to kill him and he pleaded for his life. On his dying bed, my grandfather begged me to spare his life saying that I don't have any proof that it was him. I listened to him. I wished that I hadn't. A week later, my grandfather died from kidney failure. A month before my mother was murdered, Lorenzo's father who was also my uncle committed suicide. I didn't buy it. There's no way uncle Dario would've killed himself. Why do I have this feeling in my gut telling me that my father was somehow involved in all of this? If Uncle Dario hadn't died, he would've been the king because he was a year older than my father.

We've been trying to find my mother's killer ever since but we've always come up empty-handed. I'm trying to find that bitch who wants to kill Kelly and I still couldn't find her. My fucking father was tearing this shit down and I can't find out where the fuck he was. I felt like such a damn failure here.

I stood on the deck staring at the beautiful blue ocean. My mother loved the ocean so much. She loved the beach and she loved to swim. Just like Kelly.

"Baby, are you hearing me!" Kelly yelled at me while she sat on the rail of the boat.

I was standing next to her. "No, bambino. I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you were ready to go and have lunch?"

"Not yet. Let me show you something." I told her. "Kelly, be careful," I said, holding her hands while she got off the rail.

"Thanks, baby. I'm being careful." I held her around the waist as we left the deck.

"What are you going to show me?" She asked enthusiastically.

I didn't reply to her, instead, I took a key from my pocket and opened the door, and led her inside.

"Oh, wow!" She shrieked as she looked at the pictures of my mom hanging in the cabin.

"She was really a beautiful woman." She said, softly.

"Yes, she was," I said with my eyes filled with tears. I quickly looked away from Kelly because I didn't want her to see me crying.

"This was my mom's favorite cabin. She loved it here." I said to Kelly without looking at her.

"Okay." That was all she said and wrapped her arms around my waist. "I know that you missed her."