The Mafia Don's Woman.

Chapter 33

Zoey p.o.v

“Your dad is not dead.” The words kept ring in my head, paralysing me momentarily.

I stared wide-eyed at him, not knowing how to react or if I should trust what he said. I saw myself first hand, my dad losing his life and taking his last breath before my eyes.

I watched as his body went limp on the hospital bed, lifeless. And how my mom and I broke down, and rushed to his side, pleading for him to wake up.

I experienced these things, then what is the news that my dad is not dead.

“What do you mean, my dad has been dead for six years? You were at his funeral, remember? Then what are you saying.” I hissed, my voice trembling as I speak.

A jolt of electricity surged through my body as I waited impatiently for him to say he was joking. My heart skipped a beat when he just started at me blankly, his expression saying he's far from joking.

“I'm serious Zoey, your dad is not dead. It was our plan to fake his death.” He said, holding my hands in one hand and cupped my cheek with the other. A wave of disbelief washed over me, I sat still, frozen.

“Fake his death? Marco, do you think I'll believe that?” I breathe out.

“You'll have to believe me, my Father got information about the ambush on your dad, and warned him beforehand. It was my idea to fake his death.” Marco explained.

The news hit me like a ton of bricks, my mind went blank as I tried to process everything he just said. All the pain, the hurt, and the heart break I felt about losing my dad was all on lies? He was alive all along, while my mom and I grieved for him.

The struggles I survived with the thought of living without my dad. What kind of sick joke is this?

“Marco, I saw his body being buried six feet under, I watched the accident clips the cops provided and nobody would have survived such. So what the hell are you saying?” I tried yelling, but my voice was lost due to the lump in my throat.

“I wouldn't joke with this baby.” He said seriously, his eyes telling me he wasn't lying, but I still couldn't bring myself to believe him.

“I want to see him for myself before I can believe it, take me to my Dad.” I demanded.

“Baby, I would have brought you to him if it was that easy, I wouldn't have delayed telling you. It is too dangerous as of now, and his location should remain undisclosed.”

“So he has being alive all these while, and you sat back to watch my mom and I suffer, going through trauma. How do you sleep at night? How do you feel seeing us that way?” my voice cracked as I spoke, tears blurred my vision.

“I'm sorry, baby, it kills me to see you go through all that, but if I had told you, your dad probably would have been dead for real. Those guys are smart and ruthless, they would sense something was off, your family was their target.” I glared at him furiously.

“I want to see him, Marco.” I spoke softly.

“Baby, we can't, not right now.” He reaches out to pull me unto himself, but I retreated.

Mom!

“Mom, I need to call her and tell of this, she deserves to know.” I fish out my phone from my pocket, my hands shook as I searched my speed dial for her contact.

“She knows.” My fingers hung, pausing in action as I was about clicking on call. Every so sluggish, my face lifts from my phone to Marco.

He was staring back at me, with guilty filled with eyes.

“What?” I asked, may be my ears were playing tricks on me, or my mind was the one playing tricks on me.

“Your mom, she knows about it.” Marco repeated. “We told her a month after the incident, and she advised not to tell you yet as you wouldn't be able to contain your emotions. And that'll alert the enemies, and that is not what we want.” He added.

I just stared at him dumbfounded, not being able to respond. I was rendered speechless, and confused.

Mom too? Silent tears began creeping down my cheeks. I've been living a lie for the past six years, how could mom do this to me?

“Leave me alone.” I choked.

“Baby please… " Marco started.

“Leave me alone, I want to be alone.” I whispered. “Get out.” I yelled when he did make a move. He stayed for a few seconds before he stood up and left.

I sobbed bitterly, hot tears streamed down my face. I squeezed my eyelids shut in hopes the tears would stop, but they kept coming hard and fast.

My breaths came out uneven and my eyes watery as I sat unmoving.