to capture a heart

Mother.

Lorenzo Russo

I fixed myself up after that random quickie with Vivia and started to learn how to breathe again because I was forgetting. I wasn't scared. I was fucking shitting myself. How could I face that evil woman ever again.

The thought of her made me become 8-year-old Lorenzo who crawled up to a corner begging and crying to not be lashed again. Begging my Mother to help me as she drank and laughed evilly telling my Father to do it harder because I wasn't crying hard enough.

I started to hyperventilate and chugged down a jug of water in an attempt to calm myself. Vivia caught that and ran over to me. She sat me down and started soothing my back giving me reassuring words. I know why she did it and I never hated her for taking me here. She always has a reason and I don't see a reason to hate her. She placed her head onto my shoulder and put both of her legs on one of mine.

She kissed my forehead and gave me her hair tie to fidget with if I got nervous. I gulped as I told her to go downstairs and I'd come when I was ready. I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and tried to smile but failed.

The doorbell rang. My heart dropped down to my knees. I started to hyperventilate again and my whole body shook. The memories washed my thoughts. The tears and pain and fear. Knowing how this woman used to watch me in pain and agony. My own mother watched her child get abused all for a Mafia.

I tried my best to calm down. My heart was beating out of my chest. "Where's my dear Lorenzo?" She spoke loudly. The fear increased as I sat there shaking and hyperventilating. I was scared she was going to hurt me again. Take me back to desires. I hadn't heard her voice in a long time. Once I did goosebumps filled my body and my jaw tensed ticking a couple of times.

Around 20 minutes went by when I heard a knock on the door. It was Dad. He came in seeing me in a state of fear and panic. He ran over trying to calm me down but failed terribly. "Enzo she can leave right now if you want, just give me the green light."

I gulped "She wants to say something to me I need to know what." Dad nodded giving me a reassuring smile "You won't regret hearing what she has to say. I hope." He whispered the I hope.

Another 10 minutes passed and I told myself I wasn't little Enzo no more. I'm Lorenzo Russo. Mafia king of one of the biggest mafias in the world. She couldn't live to touch me ever again.

I opened the door to see the whole house severely decorated. It smelt fresh and a warm breeze was pouring from the windows. I walked down the stairs slowly before turning to lay my eyes on the table. She stared straight at me with a wide grin spread across her face. This time it was different. It wasn't a gruesome, evil grin it was a mother's heartwarming one.

I couldn't get my eyes off her because of how much I resembled her. I had her eyes and lips. I looked like my mother and I never knew until today. They rarely used to let me look at them or else they would beat me for staring. "Enzo sit sweetie" she spoke softly. My heart was pounding with panic. I walked over to her sitting opposite her. I stared at the plate in front of me trying to not say anything to her.

"Where's máma's hello Enzo?" She looked almost. Hurt. The little boy in me was scared she'd beat me and instantly spoke. "Hi máma."

However I didn't dare to make eye contact with her. My heart was thumping at this point and I had lost my appetite to eat. However, I didn't show my emotions. I had a dead straight face on, as if I was bored and wanted this to be over. I couldn't let my veil fade, especially in front of the woman who caused it to appear.

In reality, I was just a boy who wanted to cry in someone's arms whilst they told me it was okay. Whilst they kissed my head and played with my hair. I wanted to be loved.

Tilley served us some food and everyone was eating. I couldn't find the appetite to eat and left my food to be cold. I tried to play around with it just to seem like I was doing something "

Baby eat." My mother spoke smiling at me.

With trepidation, I pretended to eat slowly. She usually didn't let me eat. eating is for pigs. You shouldn't eat every day. You should eat a meal once a month and a probably a little bit every week.
I was extremely skinny when I was younger. Kai would feed me though whenever I'd see him so I wasn't bone skinny.

"How have you been Mrs. Russo?" Dad tried to make conversation. Hearing my future wife's name on hers made me infuriated. "I've been better, trying to become a good woman." Kayden sarcastically laughed as everyone's eyes layed on him.

"Problem Kayden?" Mother challenged him. "Yes Silia, fucking problem." Kayden gawped at her with anguish.
Mother chuckled "Feel free to air out your laundry." She took a bite of her food waiting for Kayden to speak.

Kayden cleared his throat "You think you can come here and act like everything is fine. Calling Enzo baby and everything as if you didn't abuse him for years and fucking traumatise him you shit excuse of a woman. You should've been fucking dead." Kayden yelled at her.

I started to play with the hair tie. Scared she was going to hit me for Kayden's outburst. She chuckled "What do you say about this dinner Enzo." I looked down breathing heavily "It's fine, Kayden sit the fuck down." I shot him a scowl.

Kayden's jaw tensed as he sat down. His tongue rolled in his mouth in anger. I felt Vivia's scare burning on me the entire dinner but I couldn't bring myself to look at anyone. Or else I would turn vulnerable. Lorenzo Russo isn't fucking vulnerable.

Tillie replaced everyone's dinner with Dessert. I didn't eat any of it instead I messed around with it so it looked like I tried too. She brought a tiramisu. "Enzo I need to tell you something." She looked at me concerned.

"Yes?" I spoke rapidly. don't take too long to reply. "Your father is alive, River killed a lookalike. And he wants the mafia back." Rage consumed me at this point. No fear just rage. And a slight part of surprise.

"Viper's is my mother fucking mafia. He's dead to the mafia world now." I spoke sternly.

She smirked "There's my Lorenzo Russo that me and your papa have heard about." I stared at her unamused. "He wants a dinner with him." She looked at Mr River pointing to me.

Mr River declined without hesitation "Over my dead body will he see my son."
Mother snickered "My son, River".

Mr River shook his head and yelled for her to leave. "You don't fucking deserve to ever call him your son. Get the fuck out now that you've said what you wanted to Silia."
And she did as so. My heart was racing Your father is alive.

I turned to Máma and Dad "Is he alive?". Dad looked at me with regret "I think so Enzo." My heart dropped as I gulped. And started fidgeting with the hair tie on my hand. I was careful to not snap it because she probably wouldn't hand me another. This one was precious.

I've always wondered why I couldn't bring myself to call Dad Papa. Maybe it's because my real papa made me believe that a nice Papa is a myth. I physically couldn't call Dad Papa because of how ruined the image in my mind was.

How disgusted I was with the thought of a Papa.

And now mine was living and breathing on this earth.

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Ohhhh nooooo Enzo!?