Chapter 17 ~ Matteo

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Matteo Morreti

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He only ever called me when he wanted something which was a trait of his I'd grown accustomed to, we didn't have a typical father-son relationship and I had known that for years.

I picked up the phone after 3 rings.

I spoke in Italian because whatever we were about to say was probably unhinged and I didn't want Gianna walking in on me agreeing to murder someone, I didn't want her to be angry at me.

"Sera." I say. (Evening)

"Dove sei?", my father asks. (Where are you?)

"Fuori."(out)

"Sono fuori casa tua, volevo parlarti di una cosa." (I'm outside your house, I wanted to talk to you about something)

"Sono occupato quindi fai in fretta." (I'm busy so make it quick)

"Non è qualcosa di cui discutere al telefono, dì alle tue cameriere di lasciarmi entrare e ne potremo discutere una volta tornato a casa, eh?" (It's not something to discuss over the phone, tell your maids to let me in and we can discuss it once you get home, hm?)

Just by that, I knew it was something bad.

"Non sarò a casa prima di mezzanotte, quindi se sei disposto ad aspettare, vai avanti." (I'm not gonna be home until midnight, so if you're prepared to wait, go ahead)

"Dove sei?" (Where even are you?)

"Non vedo come questo cambi qualcosa." (I don't see how that changes anything)

"Sono tuo padre." (I'm your father)

"Esattamente." (Exactly)

He sighs deeply, "Matteo, so che il nostro rapporto non è dei migliori, ma-" (Matteo, I know we don't have the best relationship but-)

"Non mi interessa che ci sentiamo al telefono cuore a cuore, le cameriere ti faranno entrare e potremo discutere di qualunque cosa non si possa dire al telefono." (I am not interested in having a heart to heart over the phone, the maids will let you in and we can discuss anything that can't be said on the phone,)

I end the call before he could say anything else.

I was being an ass, I was aware. Mainly because I was pulled away from Gianna, because of a call I didn't get shit out of. When I returned to the deck, all my previous anger melted at the sight of her.

She was so fucking beautiful.

She was standing by the balcony and staring out into the ocean sipping on a drink. Her hair was flying in the soft breeze and her beautiful eyes shimmered, even though it was almost dark.

She must have heard me because she turned around and a smiled widely, "Hi!"

"Hello." I reply, I sit down in one of the seats and she joins me on the same seat.

We sit in silence for a moment. During the flight here, Gianna had told me about her father, and their relationship seemed pretty bad.

I hated Gianna's dad so fucking much, and she knew that as did he, but when Gianna opened up a bit I hated him significantly more.

It starts to get colder and we decided to go home, luckily we had already turned around so it was less than a five minute trip to the dock.

We went back into the jet. There was just one bed and I wasn't particularly exhausted but if Gianna wanted to sleep I would too.

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