DD's // SAUDADE

- SEVEN -

When Lazaro arrived at the mansion, he looked sweaty and angry. He had already undone the top buttons of his white shirt. Some of his wet greyish tufts were stuck on his forehead. His day was awful, and there wasn't a lot of free time in his program.

Lazaro was the kind of man that would get irritated quickly by small things. Such a short temper wasn't good for a person with such colossal power. There were times that Lazaro would order whole executions because something wasn't going his way. No one ever disobeyed him or his words. Maybe Damon was going against him sometimes, but he would do nothing to stop him except yell for a bit. In his mind, Damon was family, and Lazaro would do anything to protect his loved ones.

The moment Damon opened the door to welcome his uncle, he had already rushed in, panting with his teeth showing. Damon turned his chin and raised his eyebrow before closing the door.

"Welcome, uncle. Is everything alright?"

"I've been running around all day to get some shit done, and I HATE it when people don't cooperate with me, Damon."

He closed his eyes and sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose. Damon focused on him and crossed his arms. Lazaro started walking, and the drug baron followed him closely. He pointed at the fancy couch with his index finger and glared at Damon.

"Can I have a seat?"

"Of course."

Damon looked back at him, confused as Lazaro sat down and sighed, lifting his head staring at the ceiling for a couple of seconds. He knew that his uncle had seen some better days and was currently trying to find a way to start a conversation about his age and how he couldn't go around running the business like he used to.

"Where's Deetra? Is she okay? She didn't sound good in the call...."

"She's fine; she just wants the truth, Lazaro...."

Lazaro sighed and groaned, rubbing his eyes. His terrible headache didn't hold him back from visiting the twins. He knew how important this information was for his niece, so he couldn't leave the country without talking to her.

"Bring her and also some whiskey. I should have said a lot of things long ago...."

Deetra rushed down the stairs; she had heard his voice here and some minutes but didn't know how to approach him. There was a smile on her lips as she got to him with quick steps and sat beside him. Lazaro's angriness was nowhere to be found now as a grin was plastered on his face glaring at Deetra.

"Uncle Lazaro! Lord, you look awful!"

"I've seen better days, but I am doing just fine...."

Damon chuckled and brought to his uncle a glass of whiskey. He chugged his drink quickly and wiped his lips with the outside of his hand, still panting.

"Have you thought about bringing Domenico with you, uncle? He would be a great help, plus he'd learn how things work around."

"Domenico? HA! All he knows is staying in front of that phone on social media or playing that god damn electric thingy!"

By "electric thingy", Lazaro meant an electric guitar. Damon rolled his eyes and just filled the glass again with more whiskey. Domenico was an adult now, but he was still sitting at the comfort of his house enjoying daddy's money. How much Damon disliked that prick, especially after learning that he tried to hit on his sister with stupid lines that he probably found on the internet.

"We're not here to talk about your son, nor for his hobbies, uncle! I need to know about my mother, please!"

Deetra pleaded with her hands against each other and fingers intertwined; a stupid smile was on her mouth. Lazaro drank some more whiskey and looked down, sighing. He cleared his neck and left the glass on the coffee table.