His Fia

CHAPTER 26

I stop the car in my carport and get out, slamming the door shut as I walk over to the door entering into the house.

I need a fucking drink. Or a smoke. Either will do honestly.

To my surprise the door opens to reveal a worried Donna, her eyes wide as her breathing comes out in short pants.

"Donna wha-" I reach for my gun before I'm cut off, "They wouldn't take no for an answer," she says.

"Who wouldn't?" I ask sharply, loading my gun as she leads me inside. "I told them they weren't welcome but they just came in, they said they'd shoot me if I fought," she whispers, and my jaw locks at the thought of someone threatening the woman who's been like a Grandmother to me.

She leads me to the main living area and pushes the doors open. My gaze hardens as I see two figures sitting on the couches as if they own the motherfucking place.

What are they doing here?

"Where's that little hooker of yours?" my Mother asks, her voice poison as she speaks of Ophelia.

"That's not your fucking concern," I spit out, "As you have no concern to me or my estate, now leave before I have you killed,"

"Don't speak to your Mother like that," my Father says coldly, standing up from the couch. "We are your parents,"

"Don't grace yourself with at that title, you disowned me, remember?" I growl, my hand forming a fist at my side.

"We're only here on business," my Father states cooly, "You are going to hand over leadership of the Mafia to Diego," he says calmly.

A humourless laugh slips my lips as I raise my gun, "No I'm not," I state, "Now you have exactly one minute to leave before I kill you,"

"If we die so does that little slut in France," my Mother spits out bitterly, standing up alongside her pathetic husband.

I pull on the trigger and send a bullet flying into her arm, "You don't speak about Ophelia," I say coldly, "Now leave before I finish the job," I quickly aim at my Father before he scowls and drags his screaming wife alongside him.

I don't dare kill them, unsure of how much truth is in their words. Regardless, I'm not gambling with Ophelia's life.

I look at my guards who nod and escort my parents out.

"I want double the men at every entry and exit, they don't return. And if they do every fucking one of you is going to pay, is that understood?" I bark out, glaring at my men who all nod.

I don't bother with them anymore and storm out of the living room, walking upstairs and down the hall to my room, slamming the door shut as I throat my gun onto the bed.

I run my hands through my hair, exasperated by the days events, mainly now by my parents fucking visit.

They want me to give up leadership of my Mafia? Absolutely fucking not.

Not even over my dead body. It goes to Luca if I die, I've made certain that leadership never falls into the hands of any of my blood family.

They have some fucking nerve to come to my estate and demand I give that up. Especially after they fucking disowned me. Fucking hypocrites.

I need to take care of them as soon as possible, but I can't do that until Ophelia is safe and I know they can't get to her. Or, Claude can't get to her. Because I know that if I kill my parents Claude and all their minions will get to Ophelia to get back at me.

It would be easiest to just take care of them when they're all together, but they'd have their men crawling all over the place so it wouldn't be safe.

But now that I've practically lost Ophelia forever, I can't lose much more.