Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 9

ALESSIO

My head snapped up when I shook my head, making my brain get rid of all of these thoughts, "Father."

He inhaled and exhaled deeply when this was his signature sign indicating that he wanted to take out his knife and cut my throat apart, throwing my head to the vultures but something was stopping him from going all mafia on my ass. His eyes narrowed and creases appeared over his forehead as he battled his thoughts, wondering what to say, what not to say, when to say, how to say etc etc.

He again inhaled and exhaled when this was the sign that I was close to shitting in my pants. Double inhale and exhale? The fuck happened this time?

Mum rubbed his chest, alleviating the tension and my eyes connected with hers showing gratitude. Father took out his phone and dialed someone when he spoke, "Yes sweetheart, I am good. Are you resting right now?"

I knew it was sister because dad always called her sweetheart. She said something from the other line when he nodded, "Please take Lily from Alessio's arms. I believe the nasty words aren't meant for innocent ears, even if she is pretty young." He then pouted at Lily who giggled and moved her legs in excitement as she was very attached to father, "Grandpa wouldn't be happy hearing her say fuck because it is not a nice word and-" he suddenly stopped when he realized he had said it when he massaged his temple and whispered to her, "Yeah, just come and get her." Lily's giggle escaped through the air and I squeezed her tiny waist, sending her imaginary flowers of gratitude for warming father's heart.

But I also knew him. His anger meter was quite unpredictable. Just like Lilly's potty-training. She would poop at unpredictable times and would totally forget to tell someone that she needs to go to the bathroom because according to sister who being her mother understood her child better, Lily was more fond of the idea of "letting it go." No matter where the place, what the contents. Just? Just let it go.

Disgusting.

Five minutes later, my sister walked in, avoided eye contact with me, picked the little thing up and just went away. The silence after the closing of the door was so fucking deafening that I had to stretch my legs out and ease my pants as I could feel my levels of anxiousness sky-rocketing now. Wanting to get done with this quick, and wanting to show that I was also the Capo of The Romanian Mafia and feared well enough, I tried to put up a brave face and cursed myself immediately because one, I was doing exactly what Avelina did last, trying to show a brave face while trembling from inside. And two, I literally tried to show attitude to my father.

"Can you be quick, I don't have much time-"

Father glared at me and pointed his finger at me, "You'll sit in one position till the crack of dawn if it must be."

I shut my mouth when mother whispered something to him and THIS ITCHED ME!!! Don't whisper in my presence as it kills me not to know what you whispered about. Father shook his head at her, "I would've gone easy, but he has crossed all lines."

My throat dried up when before mother could say anything, father rounded up on me, "Did I ever lay a hand on your mother or insult her or talk rudely with her, disrespecting her, through all of your childhood or even up till now? Open challenge, Antoniansaz."

Fuck. My father calling me that way meant that shit had hit the fan and it was dangerous.

I shook my head, "No."

"Did I ever hit your sisters or hurt them or disrespect them or-"

"No."

"Did I ever-"

There was sternness in my voice, "Father, I said no."

"THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TURN OUT LIKE THE SONS OF BRATVAS?!"