"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"GET THE FUCK out of my office," I growled, refusing to look at Michael who had just entered my office.
"Son,"
"Don't start,"
I felt his presence come closer but I also felt another presence in the room. Looking up from my tablet in my table, I make eye contact with my sister, Annalise.
Her expression softens before giving me a soft smile. She always tried her best to lighten up the mood, especially when it comes to me making any verbal or physical contact with my Father because she knows more than anyone that I can't control my anger when it comes to him or anyone.
"Being Capo seems to have taken away your respect for your family," he criticised giving me hard glare, thinking he could scare me.
"Family," I scoff, "That word is off limits you. You are just Michael. And yes, I have no respect for you,"
"You of all people should respect me, son. You are my son, my blood, my fucking dna, and not even you could change that," he gloats, his eyes sparkling because he knew that there was nothing I could do about that.
As powerful as I am, my power couldn't get rid of the fact that he will always be father.
"You're right ," I agree, "I don't give a shit if you are still my father by blood, that doesn't stop me from killing you,"
"Then why don't you do it?" he taunts, his lips forming a smirk as if he's challenging me.
"How tempting, do you want me to test if my silencer can silence you faster than the way you run your mouth?" I ask him while a playful smile plays on my lips and my eyes sparkle with mischievousness.
"You wouldn't,"
"Try me," I shrug my shoulders before grabbing the gun on my waistband and pointing it at him with a smirk on my face.
Annalise gasps as her eyes widen, "Angelo," she says slowly, her hands raising while her diamond ring blings on her ring finger while trying to divert the situation.
"Relax," I say before pulling the trigger.
Annalise let's out a louder gasp and Michael's face was fucking priceless, I wish I had taken a picture of it and have it printed on a photo book, "It's not loaded,"
Annalise let's out a sigh of relief with her hands on her chest, while Michael face was red, and I could see all his blood rushing to his face.
"I should've known you still like to play games, most especially Russian roulette,"
"My favourite," I say with a shine on my face, "The thrill of not knowing whether you'll die or not with a pull of a trigger is the most exciting part,"
