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ALESSIO
I stiffened.
I stiffened and my blood ran cold when I heard this since mum? She had never talked like this about dad, she had never ever expressed anything other than love and deep affection for him. But then this hatred and loathe? What the fuck?
I kept staring at her when she curled her fingers around my own, my hand resting on the table as I left my food since I lost my appetite. My mum feeling any amount of hatred for my dad? It was nothing but distress for me since this has never happened before. Dad made sure that circumstances never reached here.
"Honey, your dad and I have lived one of the best lives out there and it was only because of love. He was and is, also a mafia capo, he led great battles, waged tremendous wars, fought through hell and back, had the worst childhood ever, but Alessio, honey, he never laid a finger on me, let alone a hand. And trust me when I say this, that this was the only reason I stopped flinching. My dad used to hit me a lot, but my husband was the first man who kept reassuring me day and night that he would never hit me, never lay a finger on me. Whenever he would raise his hand, I would flinch. But he would immediately explain that it was to remove my hair from my face or all of that romantic shit, but never hit me. He never ever let anyone hit me."
I was silent, looking at her when dad interrupted, "I told you since day one that be a powerful man, but a decent one. No use in becoming a vulture when you could have been much stronger and better than that. I started living when your mother came into my life. Respect, love, adoration and caring went both ways. She would do it for me and I would do it for her. We both helped the boat sail, if one of us would have been working? The ship would have sunk a very long time ago. Alessio-"
He sat forward and looked me in the eye, "I was never harsh with your mother, or your sisters or your nieces. Never. Family........ family is everything, Alessio. I realize it now, but there is a difference between realizing and realizing and regretting. I am not regretting as I still have your mother with me, I still have my daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, brother, sister and who else. So many. I still have them and right now? Both of my parents are gone. Although my dad was nothing but a jerk. But Alessio?"
He was whispering now, talking in a low voice, "Who will YOU have once we are gone? Have you ever thought about this? Right now, we are here, we will catch you if you stumble and we will help you get up. But what when we die? What happens when your mother and I aren't here anymore? Alessio, you would have no one. Trust me, you would have no one and I am not trying to hurt your feelings, I am telling you the rough truth now to save you from that in the future."
I interrupted, "Cassio would."
"Would not. I have your uncle as example, even if he is not my blood brother. He and I were like you and Cassio are. No doubt we are still close, no doubt he is practically my child, but??? But we do not meet that often. He has his own mafia to look up to, I have my own. He has his own family to take care of, I have my own. We do meet but it's for a short time and then? Everyone goes their own way. I can tell you for certain that if it wasn't for your mother? Loneliness would have killed me now."
"But you are the strongest mafia don to ever exist."
"Which can never replace family or the arms of your wife which brings you nothing but peace and love. Family is the only weak point of anyone, be with whoever."
Silence fell on us when he continued, "I understand you loved Julianna and I understand she meant the world to you, but the past is the past, son. You need to let it go."
I spoke rather harshly than intended, "I already did."
"You think you did, but you didn't. I said to let it go, not forget. There is a vast difference between the two. Don't let it get to your head so badly to mess up your present. If a person ruins their future by messing up their present because of the past?" He sighed, "Nobody can help self-destruction. Nobody."
I took a sip of water as my throat was dry when dad said, "We deliberately didn't bring that topic up because of the incidents that took place last time. But since you did this yourself, I'll give you everything that I can, every bit of knowledge and wisdom. Don't hurt her anymore and don't leave her. I don't know where you guys stand right now, what is going on between the two of you but trust me, this will impact you in the future. It can ruin you badly and I want to save you from it. Your wife- what is her name?"
"Avelina."
Mum swooned, "Awww, such a beautiful name."
Dad shushed her, "Yes darling, go cry in the corner. Alessio-" mum scowled as dad quickly pecked her before turning to me, mum getting back into her normal behaviour after getting a kiss from dad, "Make her yours and she'll make the whole world yours. I understand that she isn't Julianna but that's the thing....... she isn't Julianna."
"Julianna was the best thing that ever happened to me-"
"Best things are not always one."
I deadpanned, "Prove it."
"My children."
I blinked at him when he smiled, "I got more than one child and all of my children along with my wife, my brother's family, my sister's family are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even my late mother. So trust me......... there is love out there but hatred can never play with love for long. In the end, hatred wins as its venomous and a few years down the line, the hatred one will regret it.
Forget whatever happened in the past, it was more than seven years ago. Julianna wouldn't want you to beat yourself up. Go to Avelina, start a new life with her and take small steps. Small steps are really helpful especially when the destinations are too high. You keep climbing up. So? Give it time, respect, value and some love, and see where things go. I promise you will start living and enjoying life again."
Mum placed her hand on mine, "Please honey, go easy on the girl, my heart goes out for her. Bring her here someday and I would love to spend time with her."
They kept looking at me expectantly when I lowered my head and started playing with my hands.
I wasn't nervous or frightened or unsure. I was ashamed. I was ashamed at one particularly memory when dad spoke, "Alessio?"
I didn't respond when mum squeezed my hand, "Baby?"
I started rubbing my hands faster when dad stood up, his chair screeching behind and his voice all dark and heavy all of a sudden, "Don't tell me you killed her."
"I didn't." My voice came out heavy and broken when I looked at him, not at all looking at my mum because I knew, I knew that after what I said next? I would never be able to look at a woman again.
"Alessio, what is it?"
I didn't respond, sweat accumulating on my forehead when dad pressed, "What happened, son?"
And saying 'son' was enough to make me speak, "I raped her on our wedding night." and what I didn't see was my dad landing the most harshest of slaps across my face as blood splattered out of my mouth.
"I didn't raise a Romanno to be a rapist." and then his voice boomed, "ASHTON ROMANNO NEVER RAISED A ROMANNO TO BE A FUCKING RAPIST!" and he threw the nearest glass against the wall as mum ran to him to calm him down.
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So? how was the SMOL surprise? It was so fun to see everyone loving the dad since the start yet many had no clue that it is Ashton himself. This book is about Ashton's son's life. Lmaoooo.
And no, this nowhere, gives away the end of TMAHLQ. I am also writing another mafia book which is more brutal than this, with less romance, it is highly focusing on the mafia aspect, and the capo is Italian. Just like Ashton. Yet? Both books are completely different. So don't mix this with the ending of tmahlq.
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