The Mafia's Prostitute (MLM)

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Hi beautiful ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Sorry for the long wait(⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠), I was actually planning on updating sooner than this but I never got to it🥲

Anyways... Have a nice read!

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Derick pov:

"Figlio", my father said and I turned my head to his , waiting for him to speak but I was surprised when I saw the sad look on his aged features , looking down at the grave of his daughter.(Son)

I waited for my father to speak further and I felt the cold breeze run through my hair as we were standing before the grave of my sister, I never really expected my father to show much emotion as he always wore a cold gaze and had a heart that was even colder, when I was just a little boy, he always told me that getting rid of my emotions is the only way to survive in the world of crime, so seeing this look on his face was still very foreign for me to witness.

"Mi dispiace figliolo, mi dispiace tanto", My father says and I frown in confusion, curious as to why this cold father of mine is suddenly being apologetic and more... Human. (I'm sorry son, I'm so sorry)

"Padre, perché ti stai scusando?",I question , still staring at my Father, who hasn't removed his gaze from the grave before him since we've arrive here at the graveyard.My father doesn't answer yet as he frowns deeply, as if he is debating whether he should tell me something or not, which makes curiosity burn even deeper as I touch my father's shoulder and he finally turns his head to mine with a sad expression.(Father, why are you apologizing?)

"Tua madre è ancora malata", he finally says after releasing a deep sigh and my breathe is caught up in my throat as I start to feel the pace of my heartbeat increasing.(Your mother, she is still sick)

"C-cosa vuoi dire, papà?", I choke out as my father closes his eyes and lowers his head, not answering me yet again as I felt frustration bubble up inside me, I wanna scream at him so bad and tell him to just fucking answer me but I know better than to just disrespect a man like my father , especially since most of the bodyguards that we are surrounded by belongs to him and even though he wouldn't kill his oldest son, that still doesn't mean that he wouldn't leave a wound or two.(W-what do you mean, pa?)

"Sai cosa intendo, non è mai migliorata, anche con tutti i dottori che le ho dato, torna alle sue cattive abitudini, sono anni che cerco di fermarla e non aiuta",my father finishes with a last sad sigh and I feel my blood run cold as realization hits me like a truck.(You know what I mean, she never got better, even with all the doctors that I got her, she just goes back to her sick habits, I've been trying to stop her for years now and it doesn't help)

"Allora, mi stai dicendo che non è mai guarita e che MI HAI TRASCINATO VIA DA QUELLA CASA E PRATICAMENTE FORZATO MEME A LASCIARE JESSI DA SOLA CON QUELLA DONNA MALATA!!!", I lost my patience as I screamed at father as he surprisingly had no reaction and instead kept staring at my sister's grave.(So, you're telling me that she never got better and that YOU DRAGGED ME AWAY FROM THAT HOUSE AND PRACTICALLY FORCED ME TO LEAVE JESSI ALONE WITH THAT SICK WOMAN!!!)

I turned on my heels and sprinted my way to one of our vehicles in full speed , silently praying that if I arrived at that mansion, then I'd be in time and I'd be able to save Jessi before my sick excuse of a mother tried to put her filthy claws on him, when I arrived Infront of the black car, the bodyguard immediately opened the door for me as I hurriedly sat inside.

"Go back to the mansion right now!!", I harshly ordered as the driver nodded in response and immediately started the engine ,making our way to the mansion I hated so much.