Ottaviano ✓

♥ Chapter Forty Three♥

Warning ‼️Gore⚠️

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All texts in Italian, Spanish or any language will be in italics... I'm tired of google translate lol

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  •••••••• Ottaviano ••••••••✓

    The sound of something frying and pots clinking is all I hear in the rather quiet room. I swiftly move around the kitchen multitasking with no strain or difficulty seen in my movements. The cold air of the early morning coming in through the large opened windows bite at my naked torso like a million ants attacking it's prey.

    I turn my attention back to the eggs in the frying pan, turning them over before adding them to the plate already filled with pancakes, sausages, bacon and avocado toast. I switch off the stove, moving to the fridge to grab the bowl of cut fruit I placed in a while back.

    ‘‘You're up early” /Spanish/ I turn around pointing my gun to the intruder's forehead. I let out a deep breath in annoyance as I stare at my father's chocolate brown eyes that are identity to mine. I roll my eyes, turning back around to finish plating the food

     ‘‘The fuck do you want at 5 in the morning at my house bud?” /Spanish/ I ask grabbing a carton of orange juice from my fridge. I pour it into a glass before turning around to face him

      ‘‘Found thousands of texts from little princess, is he okay?”/Spanish/ Bud says smuggling some bacon from the plate

    ‘‘Stop that” I smack his hand taking the plate from out of his reach.   ‘‘And please don't call him that today, he'll take it personally. Still sensitive. Wait, he called you?” /Spanish/

  ‘‘Well no. He called mom , but you know...”/Spanish/ Bud says moving around the kitchen searching for whatever it is he's looking for

     ‘‘Don't” /Spanish/ I say through gritted teeth, making him sigh in defeat as he raises his hand in mock surrender
   

      ‘‘But seriously son, it's been years. You both need to sit down and talk thong out”  /Spanish/ Bud says looking down at me from the other side of the kitchen island.

     I just shake my head at his behavior in disbelief. How could he possibly stand there and tell me to make up with his wife that ruined all our lives, especially after knowing what that did to Vittorio and I. After knowing how we both experience extreme anxiety at the mention of Ria or the thought of not having the other in our lives anymore. She did this to us and no matter how much bud tries to sweep it under the radar, doesn't change anything but make me distance myself from him. I did not only lose my baby sister that day, I lost my father as well. Causing I don't know this man standing in front of me anymore.

      ‘‘You're right. It's childish of me to hate someone who gave my sister away to a monster. I'm sorry I'll do better” /Spanish/ I stare him dead I'm the eyes as I respond to him. Hoping I'd get a glimpse of the man I knew before, but of course not. He sighs as I await the bullshit about to lose his mouth

     ‘‘She didn't mean t–”

     ‘‘What the fuck do you mean she didn't mean to! Dropping eggs whilst cooking is a mistake. Giving your seventeen year old daughter to a man twice her age is not a fucking mistake! And you're just as fucked up as she is for even standing there carelessly defending her like you're talking about the fucking weather!!” /Spanish/  I yell at him feeling a wave of anger rush through my body