Soren Bianchi [+18]

28. Upper Hand

There's going to be too much to translate so just imagine they're speaking Italian.

SOREN BIANCHI

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I was nervous as fuck.

I sat at the edge of the leather single couch as I waited for my father in his office. My leg shook violently with anxiety as I fidgeted with my watch.

I was 27 years old and I was terrified of my father. I heard hushed voices outside the office door, an indication that he and my mother were talking about the situation.

I had to tell them what was going on, mostly because my mother was extremely skeptical of my sudden need to visit.

Usually, they'd fly out to see me because they loved travelling. So, when I told them I wanted to see them, my mother handed the phone over to my dad and that's when I was interrogated.

I had to tell them about Arturo and everything that Aurora had been through.

"I swear, every day you get fucking stupider, Ren." My father said walking into the room.

"Papà, I tried my best to keep her safe, and fuck I'm still trying." I stood up from my chair.

"You're not trying hard enough, Soren. I warned you about these sorts of things." He folded his arms over his chest, staring down at me.

He had a point, I wasn't trying hard enough. I let the situation get way out of hand, thinking I could've fixed this but I couldn't.

"I know, Papà," I said, feeling a mix of frustration and shame.

"But it's not like I wanted this to happen. Arturo is persistent. And Aurora has been through a lot already."

My father raised an eyebrow. "A lot? That's an understatement. She's been stabbed and violently attacked, Ren. What did I teach you? To protect your family at all costs."

His stature was extremely calm and composed which is what made him more terrifying.

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I'm trying. Arturo's not someone to be underestimated. He's powerful and ruthless."

My father snorted. "You think I don't know that? I've dealt with this man, but he's also a cowardly bitch. And I know you're in over your head."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "What do you want me to do, Papà? I'll do anything to keep Aurora safe."

My father's expression softened slightly, and he walked over to me. "I want you to stop acting so tough, let us help you. Let us handle this. We have resources, connections...we can keep Aurora safe."

Maybe this was the best option. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this kind of thing. My father was right I needed to stop acting tough.

But I thought about Aurora, and how madly in love I was with her. How she made my heart beat faster than light.

I had to protect her, it was now my duty to protect her. She deserved everything good this life had to offer and I wasn't about to let my drama keep her from shining.