Matteo
I walked through the Gatello Mansion, my steps quick and quiet. I still couldn't believe I'd agreed to Papa.
Like always my father gave me the most difficult tasks, and the ones furthest away from the famiglia. He loved being in control of everything, everyone. Even though soon he knows I will be taking over, as his heir, the man can't handle someone else pulling the strings.
He always kept me at arm's length, not letting me into the business entirely. Although I'd learned my own way to find things out for myself. I didn't understand if the man had some plan behind this or was just naive enough to think he'd live forever. Although the latter was very ironic since he's probably killed more people than a butcher cut meat.
Papa never tells me anything, never teaches me how to lead like other famiglia sons are taught since childhood. No, I was the one he kept furthest away as if I'd steal everything from him and he'd lose.
I was going to take everything from him. I was going to make all of this mine. I was going to be the king of them all.
And most of all, I was going to slit my excuse of a father's throat. Likely with a long shiny and sharp knife. That was the least I could do to repay daddy dearest for trying to murder me several times.
Slowing down my steps, and my eyes caught on an open door, the structure similar to the library's at the Vensi mansion. Pushing the door open, dim sunlight reflected in the entire library, through the painted windows. A woodsy scent filled the air, and pristine liquids sat on an fancy marble table.
Several sofas were placed around the library. Stairs behind them, leading to the second floor filled with books. I seated myself on one of the sofa, my shoulders relaxing after a long couple minutes.
Taking in a deep breath, and positioned my elbows on my knees and massaged my temples.
Now here I was, going to Felsont to find the attackers from last night. Like I couldn't do this in a blink of an eye and be back.
Except now that Bianca was coming, this was definitely going to take longer than a day. Checking each site Diego tracked and abducting was going to be much more difficult with the tantrum queen.
Now I got where she got her fucking anger from. Her father was the definition of anger. Which in my case was a good thing, because the man had no idea what he was doing when he was high on anger. Letting me pull his strings, play my mind games with him without him ever realizing.
But the same couldn't be said for Bianca. Her anger played mind games with me. Her sass and attitude made me want to do two very particular things.
#1 Take my gun out and shut that mouth and rebellion once and for all.
#2 Or take that tight high ponytail she loves tying, in my hands, and pull really hard while I made her scream in my bed, her lips repeatedly whimpering my name.
The second one was much more particular and detailed than the prior option. I inhaled through my nostrils at the vivd image painted in my head. Feeling myself harden.
"Fucking hell." I mumbled, closing my eyes as I put more pressure on my temples.
"The bitch needs to go." I told myself.
"If by bitch you mean Bianca, then you can leave young man." I heard someone say above me.
My head shot up, at the feminine but scratchy voice, and I immediately recognized the silver haired woman from the engagement party as Gabriella and Bianca's grandmother.
"Mrs. Gatello." I said after a solid minute. The woman rolled her eyes, taking a seat opposite me. I didn't miss the way she sat next to the wine cabinet, a glass already in hand.
"That's your fiance's mother. My husband died years ago." She said grabbing a bottle and pouring the rich liquid.
I raised an eyebrow. "For a woman who was known to be madly in love with her husband, you don't portray that love." I said. I'd heard about her scandalous love since the day I was born, even to this day people gossiped about it.
People gave examples to their heirs, telling them how dangerous love was for a man. Killing himself so that his wife lived.
The woman's eyes sorrowed, her gaze going to the floor, but somewhere far deep in thought. "Love only lasts if the person does." She circled the rim of her wine glass mindlessly, before coming back.
"Interesting." I said.
Her eyes narrowed as she took a sip. "The only thing interesting is you, young man. What makes you think you can call my grand-daughter a bitch?"
The way the swear word slipped off her tongue made me realize where Bianca got her breezeless way of swearing. She swore more than she glared probably.
"What makes you think I'm calling your grand-daughter a bitch?" I asked crossing my arms. Did she think I was talking about Gabriella.
"I'm old young man, old enough to know what you're thinking by looking at your eyes. So do enlighten me." She said.
I clicked my tongue with the top of my mouth, I wasn't dealing with any other mind games right now. "I'm going to go now." I stood up and started walking back where I'd entered from.
She let out a laugh. "Of course you are." She took another sip, her next words stopping me for a second.
"But remember young man, my Bianca is precious like that. She'll hide her feminine side from the entire world, and shield herself with her masculine energy, just to have a chance at life in this dark world."
I shut the door, trying to let her words roll of me, instead of repeating in my brain over and over again.
(End of Chapter)
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