Bishop |18+|

Ch.29

Antonio

How could I be so fucking stupid?

The second Miguel sent me a copy of her article, I just fucking knew from the get go. Alia was a smart woman—no doubt. Ironically, she was a naive one too.

My hands were on the wheel as I drove back towards my home. Curiously, my eyes flickered down towards Alia in the passenger seat with her laptop on her lap, taking the time to search through her files to find the article. A pop up ad from a VPN showed up on the corner of the screen and she quickly closed it.

No wonder they couldn't track her. Cunning little girl.

I noticed her eyes lingering over the screen once she got the document pulled up, a flash of doubt in her eyes. Her head turned to look up at me and I gave a quick shake of my head, putting my focus back on the road. "Delete it."

"Antonio-"
"Delete it." I ordered, Alia let out a deep sigh before the satisfying click of a single key was heard.

Honestly, the idea of Alia exposing the family secrets wasn't at the top of my list of concerns at the moment. There are hundreds of articles all over the world about other crime syndicates like The Bratva, Sinaloa, Medellín cartel and many more. Many groups exposed for the internet to view, with CJNG a prime example by uploading their own murders as a sick joke. Despite the exploitation, they all managed to have their way with their own businesses.

We like to be quiet and reserved, though. Cosa Nostra is a powerful organisation, and sure the media can put us into a shit ton of trouble but I doubt one article is going to somehow manage to take down a single mob. I tried my best to limit as much from reaching the community as possible. A stupid fucking article was not my concern at the moment, no.

My main problem was Padre.

Damn him for being so fucking paranoid and fuck his competitive nature. The murders and the ones yet to come are all simply just a show to tell me that after all these years—I'll never be better.

I'm fine with that.

I felt Alia's gaze piercing the side of my head and when I looked down, she turned quickly, looking down at her hands. I'm sure she had a lot of questions, and I don't blame her for it.

"Alia." I uttered. "That article—you didn't share it with anyone did you?"

"I shared it with Kiki." She responded.
"But did you send her a digital copy?" I looked down at her, gently tucking back a curl behind her ear. Alia contemplated for a while before shaking her head.

Good girl.

"Dolcezza." I parked my car in the driveway of my house and looked down at Alia, unbuckling my seatbelt before shifting my body slightly. "Did Alonzo tell you about a man named Giovanni?"

"Yeah he did actually." Alia did the same and glanced up at me. "He said he was—"

"He's my padre." I cut her off, watching her eyes widen. Her lips parted as if she was begging to speak, though the quick lump in her throat going down told me otherwise.

"So you're the boy Alonzo was talking about." Alia whispered, curiosity swirling in her eyes. The fucking bastard. I shouldn't have listened and killed him before Alia ever asked. My tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip.