"They say family is forever; blood is thicker than water. But what happens if all I wanted to do was kill my own family?"
A boy, Ace Moretti to be specific, was destined to be part of the family mafia. He had no other choice but to be in the mafia...
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- Ace Moretti -
"So, are you going to tell me why you never thought that I deserved to know that my baby brother was going to boarding school for 2 years? Why didn't you tell me, of all people?"
Why didn't I tell my eldest brother? Because he was never here. He hasn't been in my life for 5 years, and at the time, I hadn't heard a word from him for 3 years, so what makes him think that I would have spoken to him about some silly little boarding school.
To him, I was something little; I was insignificant. So, whatever I did, would never make a big enough impact on him to make him notice me. I really wonder what I did back then to make him have most of his attention on me.
"Maybe because you weren't here and that you never responded to my calls or texts, that I thought it was best to leave you alone. That me going to a little boarding school would have little to no impact on you"
I said it. I spoke my mind to my eldest brother.
He scared most men shitless, but to me, he was just another older brother to me. He wasn't scary; far from it.
"Listen here little boy. I run this household now, so I don't tolerate back chat in this house. I don't care what has happened in this house in the past, but just know that I am in charge" he sneered at me.
I didn't care though. What hadn't already happened in this house was about to happen soon. "Why thankyou for letting me know that, dear brother" I felt like a brand-new person now.
I had changed over the years and so had he. I needed to make it clear that he wasn't talking to the same little 12-year-old boy that wished he was at home 5 years ago. He was talking to a 17-year-old that could care less about his big brother.
Why did I never tell him that I cared for him? That I loved him? Because right now, I want to turn time right around so that I can tell him. So that I am not holding down one of his many wounds.
"Ace" Enzo warned, but I didn't need to be warned. I knew that I was getting on Vincenzo's nerves, but he made the choice to walk out on me, 5 years ago, without a goodbye.
So, he didn't deserve a welcoming 'hello' from me.
If he couldn't say goodbye, then what makes him believe that I could be the one to welcome him home with open arms and a hello.
Time moves on, big brother, time moves on.
"I have had enough of you. Go to your room and don't come out till I tell you. And send your friend home. Your grounded"
The same old punishment that I had always been given when someone couldn't tolerate. "Sure. Thank you for doing business with me, Vincenzo Moretti" I teased.
The amount of business meetings I had eavesdropped on that I knew his own, classic ending. He wasn't a big brother to me anymore. He was just another client to me.
