𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬¹ ✓

Twenty-One

Remorse {noun} - deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed.

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      𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓪 and Marcus got the twins settled in before Olivia made her way to the old house. The same one she and Peter were raised in.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Tony asked as she showed him what room he'd be staying in. They stood outside the room, Olivia leaning against the door frame as Tony looked around. She was still slightly bent over what he'd told her on the plane. His words plagued her mind.

She gave him a slight smile and a nod, "I'll be fine. I grew up under his... guidance. I know how to keep my composure around him." Tony gave her a few more words of reassurance before going into his room to unpack.

She let out a deep sigh, thankful Peter was out doing work. If he saw how nervous and out of it she was right now, he'd never let her see Lorenzo.

As she walked down the stairs towards the front door, she could hear Ares and Apollo's melodic laughter followed by that of Marcus's, as he told them funny stories of when he and Olivia were still dating. He did that for most of the plane ride when the boys finally decided to wake up.

She smiled to herself, enjoying the way their warmth and laughter filled what they could now consider their home.

"What if he's the son of that Italian mafia your family has been enemies with since forever? What then?" Tony's question rang through her head annoyingly. She got into her car and sped off to where the old house was. The last thing she wanted to think about was the thought of the man she loved being a part of the Bianchi mafia.

Of course, she knew that he had the same last name but that could just be a coincidence. It was a very popular last name in Italy.

She shook her head, watching as the French countryside zoomed by, inching closer to the retched place she had to call home in her childhood. The place her father beat her bloody until she became what he wanted.

With a deep breath, she parked, getting out of the car to be greeted by thirty or so of her father's men. Even if she held most of the power now, most of the workforce still worshipped the ground that demented old man walked on. "Madame Lenoir" They greeted in French, slightly bowing to show their respect to their--soon-to-be--new boss.

Olivia waved them off, not sparing them a second glance as she quickly walked into the house and towards her father's office. She wanted to get over with as soon as possible.

The closer she got to the door, the clearer she could hear laughter and words not so suitable for a daughter to hear her father say.

She knocked on the wooden door, earning a squeak from whatever whore Lorenzo graced his presence with tonight. "I hope you're decent father." She spoke, hoping she didn't have to see his naked body. Just the thought made her want to gag in the middle of the hallway.

Soon enough, the door opened to a blonde. Her clothes barely hanging off her shoulders as she walked passed Olivia, giggling to herself. Olivia simply rolled her eyes as the twenty-something-year-old ran down the hall to way for Lorenzo in his room.

"I see you switched up your company. Here we thought you'd be giving us a new mommy with Monica." She sassed. Lorenzo's demeanor changed as soon as the door closed behind her. His dementia brain wasn't in control right now.

shit.

"Don't sass me, child. I taught you better than to act like a fucking idiot." Olivia flinched at his harsh words. She stared down at her feet, terrified at what he could do to her behind closed doors.