Reunited in bed

CHAPTER 20: Failed plan

Aizen's POV:

"I swear I would rather kill a hundred men then myself rather than sit here with this man I regret to call my father." was all that ran through my mind while "The Alessandro Romano" gives me a lecture about the pathological lies Alessia fed him.

Alessandro - "That is the reason as to why we are moving, and this is not for debating, Aizen"

He continued, slapping his hand on his work desk causing a few papers to fly off. He claimed that I was being too distracted by Izadora to focus on business and that he wants me to get away from all these "distractions". Alessia knows how to do her shit.

She stared at me from the corner of the room with the signature Romano smirk slapped across her face. Seeing her smiling only got me more pissed.

Usually I'm no snitch, but she's testing my patience. I placed my foot on the ground, taking it off my other leg and got into a man spread as I sat back ready to cause chaos.

Me - "I understand your concern and the care you have for the hands which your business may fall into, but father, are you aware of your past businesses? Maybe the one that you placed in the hand of your now titled "Golden child" since I'm such a disappointment. Maybe you weren't acknowledged on the fact that she is the cause of that business falling, and the cancelling of your failed contract, or even your two favourite cars that were found crashed to flames in the front yard."

I wanted to go on, this shit feels so good, no wonder Alessia always do it, but I held some things back, never know when other information might be useful at other times.

The family's signature smirk was wiped clean off her face as it turned pale in disbelieve that I actually did what I promise... Threatened rather, to do.

Father looked at his "Golden child" also in disbelief. Just as I knew he would. That man does not play with money. On the other side of the room, I was now the one with the smirk on my face.

Alessandro - "Is this true, Alessia?"
Alessia - "Well... It wasn't completely my fault...?"
He only looked at her more stern
Alessia - "Yes... Yes it's true..."
Alessandro - "If so be the case... You too are moving, end of discussion, you both are dismissed."

Alessia - "c'est quoi ce bordel?!" (What the fuck?!)
Me - "c'est quoi ce bordel?!" (What the fuck?!)
We both said in sync.
Alessandro - "SURVEILLEZ VOTRE LANGUE ET ESCORTEZ-VOUS DEPUIS MON BUREAU ! VOUS DEUX!"
(WATCH YOUR TONGUE AND ESCORT YOURSELF FROM MY OFFICE! BOTH OF YOU!)

We both did as we were demanded to. Both going our separate ways, I went to my own office, she went to her bedroom.

That did not go as planned. I don't know how I'll bring, myself forth to tell Izadora this. She'll break... Because of me... Again...

Sitting in my chair, I threw the mug I got from father when I owned my first business, to the floor, no doubt it went to shatters.

"PUTAIN!" (FUCK!) I shouted. I wanted to do it over and over again, but found control. The profanity was heard by Izadora's driver, in other words; my right hand man.

Marco - "Aizen?"  He knocked.
Me - "Enter" I said with my face in my palms as I leaned over in my chair.
Marco - "Failed plan?"
Me - "Is it not obvious? Not only did I fail at executing the plan, but I failed her too."
Marco - "Does she know?"
Me - "No, and I'll keep it that way."
Marco - "So, you'll just leave without her knowing?"
Me - "I can't bare to see another tear be shed from her eyes because of me, it breaks my heart more than anything to know that I'll only cause her pain as long as I'm near."
Marco - "I understand, but she can't possibly not be acknowledged about this."
Me - "You tell her then."

I said, as I started picking up the papers from my desk, stepping on the broken chalk beneath my shoes.

Marco - "Questo è il tuo lavoro" (That's your job.)
Me - "Marco, even though you are my right hand man, and someone to be the closest I consider as my best friend, I am still your boss, and that was not a question. You will tell her than I'm gone, when I'm on that plane tomorrow."
Marco - "Yes, boss."
He replied with no hint of him wanting to debate.
Me - "sei licenziato" (You're dismissed.)

He left the room without another word. I tossed the suitcase aside as I flung myself on the couch, tears on the verge of falling. The last time I've ever showed any sign of weakness was when I got the news my mom died. I made a promise to myself that I'd never show that side of me again. I guess it's not every promise that I am able to keep, I only wish that not hurting her again was one that I didn't have to break.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey sweetheart!
Oh... How things fall apart ever so quickly... :( </3