DD's // SAUDADE

- EIGHT -

Lazaro was more than happy to see his mansion in the distance. He had almost fallen asleep in the aeroplane on his way home, but a phone call woke him up. His eyes were red with dark circles under them, and the hot weather wasn't making the situation any better. When the car stopped, he rushed outside before the driver managed to open the door for him. He ran inside the moment the bodyguard opened the door; a smile took over his lips when he faced his wife in the living room.

"Isabella!"
Lazaro raised his arms with a wide grin; Isabella smiled with a giggle as her husband stepped closer to her and sat beside her. He wrapped his arm around her neck as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Hello, my dear! How was London?"

"Oh, the same... Do I have enough time to shower and get ready for our date?"

"Of course!"

Lazaro kissed her cheek and stood up, undoing his shirt. He looked around before turning to his wife.

"Where's Luca?"

"He's asleep, love...."

He smiled softly and started walking upstairs before stopping as he heard her voice. Isabella's stare was now on him.

"How's Deetra?"

"I told her the truth, and she didn't look... okay. I hope everything will turn out alright."

"Oh, don't worry... Deetra is a strong woman, just like her mother! Everything will be fine!'

Lazaro looked down and mumbled, "I hope so," before going upstairs. He stayed outside of Domenico's bedroom for a second as he had heard him say something under his breath. He sighed and knocked on the door but didn't receive an answer back. Lazaro decided to open the door, soon facing his son lying against the bed with a pair of headphones over his head and his iPhone against his chest.

"Domenico?"

The boy turned to him and groaned softly, moving his body and leaning against the bed. Lazaro sat beside him, wanting to talk to him, but he could still hear the Italian rock song playing on his headphones. He rolled his eyes and grabbed them before taking them off his ears and let the pair rest around his neck.

"What's up, dad?"

"Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, old man."

Domenico put the headphones back only to receive a growl from his father. Lazaro pulled the headphones back and turned off his son's phone. He grabbed it and just left it beside him before focusing on his dad.

"I want you to come with me to work."

"What!? No way! I don't fuck with your illegal...thing!"

"Domenico, watch your language!"

Lazaro raised his voice for a split second but managing to calm himself back down easily. His son looked down and breathed in before starring back in his father in the eyes.

"Dad, I want to go to a university!"

"You will."

"I want to start a music career, and you know it! I don't want to go around pleasing men!"

Lazaro breathed heavily and rubbed his eyes, tired. He was trying hard to make his son follow in his footsteps, but Domenico hated this lifestyle.

"Domenico, it's not just "going around to please men", and you know it. What happened to you? When you turned eighteen, you were so excited to come with me and see how everything works, and now you sit in your room all day!"