Beauty and rage

chapter 6~ bar

i sat down but Silas eyes does not leaves me

"i don't think you two have meet each other, Mr.bianchi this is my daughter, Silvia rossi" he introduces me

"Silvia, this is Silas bianchi"

"nice to meet you" i look at him and say quietly

"as of why are we here is because i have something to say" loreno begins

"well as you may have known Italian and Russian mafia been on not so good terms with each other but I have heard that Russia has been planning something..." he continued to talk about how Mattie Bianchi, Silas father promised help and now that he's gone he hopes that the help is still available in case anything happens

"and I don't know if you're aware of it but me and your father were good friends" he lies and I rub area between the eyebrows out of stress of his lies

Let me get this clear, they were never friends, to be more franck, Bianchi, Silas father never liked my father because my father thought it's a betrayal that he marries French mafias only daughter what makes me.Bianchi the leader of french mafia

Being the head of the mafia is something my father always wanted but that place was taken from him by his brother but now that he's dead, Lorenzo is trying everything to prove his father (my grandfather) that he worth of being the head

Im 99% sure he won't be the leader, it's been almost ten years since his brother passed away and here he is trying to prove his worth

"and what benefits France will get from helping Italy" Silas questions

"well as I said before me and your father were friends and-" Silas cuts Lorenzo off

"I heard you the first time, but that doesn't answer my question, what. Will. I. get. from. it" my father doesn't say anything but I think I know what he's about to suggest and he has no right to do so

"we will give you any help France desires from Italy man, weapon you just name it" I fucking knew it

He lies, he can't do that, he is not the boss, he doesn't controls everything, the most man he can take or give to someone is no more than hundred and when he offers man to other mafia members they can ask for five hundred or more

I sigh, I don't want to take part in this, only thing he will gain with all those lies is enemies

"I'll think about it" was all he said and got up "I need to excuse myself, I have meetings to attend" and he left

"fuck" Lorenzo cursed

italian mafia was always strong, still is but being mob of the mafia is big deal specially for italy, but right now the head of it is Vincenzo rossi, my grandfather, who is stubborn as hell

i have heard stories from my mother that lorenzo was never intended to be the leader, he has anger issues which don't get me wrong everyone here does but his anger most definitely will affect his work, he picks up the fights when he can't prove that he's right, even though he isn't,

now imagine him as a leader, imagine him picking up a fight, no, fight isn't a right word

picking up war because of his stupidity and god complex

i shake my head, ready to leave but i hear irritating voice that i hate the most

"do you know him" he asks

"how would I know him"

"than why was he staring at you like that" he scoffs

I knew he was staring at me, I could feel his gaze

"him staring at me isn't one of your problems, I think you have better things to take care of" I say

"i see you been having too much fun in Paris, so much fun that you have forgotten who you're talking to"

"if you call killing your enemies having fun than yes I did have fun" I shoot back

"my enemies are your enemies Silvia; we are family"

"since when" I look him in the eyes

"what kind of question is that"

"because last time I remember my mother was who begged you to save your 6-year-old daughter while being kidnaped"

"when are you going to forget that"

"or when I was 14 and no one noticed me being absent for a month before seeing me coming back covered in blood"

"that's enough"

"it will be enough when I say it is" my anger grows

"did you forgot who you are talking to, I am your father show the damn respect"

"I am showing all the respect that you deserve" I state "which is none" I raise my voice

he was about to say something but he was cut off by a knock on the door, i didn't bother to say anything nor to let him say anything and i walked away.

as soon as I leave the building I see him waiting, when he sees me staring at hm his face changes

"I been waiting" he smiles

"why" I ask

"aren't you happy to see me"

"not really" I walk past him but he started to follow me

"you're hurting my feelings"

"why are you following me"

"isn't it a good thing we will be seeing each other more often from now on" I stop and face him

"what do you mean" I narrow my eyes

"doesn't Italy needs help from France"

"it does but we haven't gotten an answer yet"

"hmm" he smirks

"oh and I have to say something to you, I-" he doesn't let me finish and says

"good because so do i, see you in bar"

"what bar" I say confusined

"you will get the details soon Mon amour" and he disappears

i couldn't even ask him what bar was he talking about, he got in the car we were standing to, turned out it was his car.