Tantalizing

EIGHT

                                            RIO

"Why am i here?" I gritted out as i stared at the man in front of me.

He looked nothing like me, his pale skin tone contrasting from my slightly tan one. Even our features were different, while his nose was much slimmer, narrower and his lips were much thinner. Mine was wider, and my lips were fuller.

People had always told me i was a carbon copy of my Mother.

"Is that how you speak to your father?." He tutted raising his gaze from the laminated menu in his hands, his eyes now boring into mine.

That was the only thing that we had in common- our eyes. Same color, and the same blank ass fucking stare.

I simply scoffed, saying nothing as i stared back at him. This was the last place i wanted to be on a Friday night. My father showed up at my penthouse- uninvited i might add, and informed me that we were going out to dinner. He said we needed to 'talk' about some things.

But when it came to him, talking turned into yelling, and yelling turned into punches being thrown. Hopefully things wouldn't end that way tonight- we were in public after all.

"Can you cut the shit and tell me why you've brought me here?" I gave him a bored look and he raised his hand in warning.

"You will watch how you speak to me." He growled before clearing his throat. "I've been hearing some things, hijo." He said and my jaw clenched. Son. I hated it when he called me that.

"What kind of things?" I questioned just as a waitress approached our table, introducing herself as, Sarah. I didn't fail to notice when her cheeks turned a shade of red as my eyes met hers.

Hot, but i'll pass.

"What can i get for you gentlemen?" She said almost...seductively as she looked between both my father and I.

" I'll take the braised lamb with mashed potatoes." My father told her and she nodded, jotting it down in her notepad.

"And for you, handsome?" She turned to me with a smile, her eyes were no longer on mine as they trailed down my neck.

Should've buttoned my shirt all the way up.

I quickly told her my order, ignoring her wandering gaze. She wrote it down, rushing off and stumbling, tripping over her two feet in the process. My father cleared his throat the minute she was gone.

"I heard you've got yourself a thief." How the fuck did he know about that?

"I took care of it already." I lied and he hummed.

If i wanted to find out which one of my men was stealing from me, i'd have to be smart about it. I'd been working to find the rat for a few days now, with the help of Riccardo and Diego and i'd already ruled out most of my men as potential suspects.

Now i was only down to five.

"Did you now?" He taunted leaning forward slightly and i instinctively clenched my fist. I didn't. But i would soon enough. He didn't need to know that though.

"Yeah i did, actually." I stood my ground leaning forward slightly. "I handle my business just as you handle yours."

"Your business?" He laughed, seemingly amused by my words. "You mean my business." He 'corrected' with a smirk.