Bounded To You

My Father

I stood there in shock, processing the situation. Dante watched me like a vulture, watching his prey. "My father is dead, why would he say that?" I said with a shaky voice. "Anebela, I think we should go to my office" Dante said calmly, moving closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. He guided me through the building and it's hallways. My body feels stiff, I don't feel safe here at all. We stopped at a large door, while Dante unlocked it. I made my way into the spacious office. There is a large window, giving a view of the beautiful estate and to let natural light in. The office table is neatly packed with paper work, and there's a fancy whiskey stand in the corner of the room. He guided me in and pulled out a chair opposite to his, behind the table. "Take a seat Anebela" he said rather nicely. 

Dante made his way to the whiskey stand, grabbing the crystal bottle and looking over to me, "Drink?" he offered me. I kindly accepted the drink, when he handed it to me. I need this drink desperately. Dante sat down loosening a few buttons of his shirt to get comfortable. I sat there still deciding on what I want to know first "Why did you kill James? he didn't deserve that, you said if he told you, you'd let him go" I asked, the memory of James dying in front of me, burned fresh into my brain. He let out a heavy sigh , "He was never going to stop, even if I had to let him live today , I was eventually going to kill him, I saved myself the trouble later." He paused in between sentences, gulping a sip of whiskey in the process. "Anebela men like me don't stop until we get whatever we want, he would've come for you the second he was free" Making eye contact with me. I still think Dante is hot,  I looked at his peaking chest and I wanted to rub my hands all over his tattooed body, but I know his dangerous. "Could you please explain to me, what he meant about my 'father' ?" I asked innocently. "You're gonna need another drink with that, girasole" He grabbed the whiskey bottle, and topped me off before himself. "Girasole?" i questioned him curiously. "It means sunflower, in italian " I couldn't help but smile at the cute nickname. He fiddled in his drawer, pulling out a thick file. "Girasole, Jose Costa, head of the portuguese mafia, is your father." The words burned into my ears, like acid on the skin, that's impossible my dad and mom both died in that fire years ago. 

He sat the file down in front of me. The anxiety flooded my brain, if this is true, what the fuck is going on? I opened the file hesitantly. To my horror, I was looking at the same man who is present in the baby photo's  I have and cherished for so long. The more I looked at him, the more I could see glimpses of myself. I turned the pages and I saw bodies upon bodies, people who have been killed brutally. Bloody bodies, bullet holes , gorey torture. I flipped the pages, until I stumbled upon a dead man, with the surname Romano- Luca Romano. O, god. please don't tell me, his related to Dante. "Who is this?" I looked at Dante, handing him the file, pointing at the dead man. His body looks to be malnourished, broken and abused badly. His hands had no finger nails and have been bleeding, a slit through his throat is also seen and he seems to be naked. "My father"  Dante said, a hint of sadness possessing his eyes unwillingly. I let a breath out and gulped down the rest of my drink, confidently , I poured another cup and topped his off silently. "Dante, I'm so sorry." that's all i could say, my mind is racing , I have so many questions. 

"So my father left me to pursue a  life of crime" I said taking a pause "The people in the files, are my father's killings ?" Dante nodded in response. "You know what's funny, it still hurts, even though I don't know him, I've seen enough of it, I never want to know him. His cruel, his a monster, and for what he did to your father, I cannot fathom the hate you have for him."  I spat out not caring about this unknown man, if anything I wish he did die in that fire years ago. "Anebela ,I wish it was that easy for you to erase his existence, but James was right ,he won't stop until he finds you." He added, making me uneasy, "But why is he looking for me now, what happened to 10 years ago when I needed a dad ? he clearly didn't give a fuck about me, he left me to fend for myself, to go from family to family, abused and treated like shit" I spoke loudly, letting out the anger of being rejected. "Calm down Anebela , yes your father is a piece of shit , but he didn't know you were alive, he thought you died in that fire, but now that his looking for you, his going to stop at nothing to find you, and to be honest, you are my revenge plan" His eyes buried themselves into mine . "Are you going to kill him?" i asked him dead serious.

"I have no choice girasole, it's my duty to bring honor and closure to the Romano family" the italian nickname rolled of his tongue smoothly. The drinks are finally starting to catch up to me, I feel a lot more confident,  and angrier now. I want to erase Jose from the face of earth. "So what's the revenge plan?" i asked confidently, Dante ran both his hands through his hair. "Well i have his daughter, now on my side hopefully , so that counts for something." He sounded reassuring, taking a sip of the poison. "I could plan my revenge as well " I said igniting curiosity in him, smirking in the process. He shot a daring look at me "And what would that be girasole?" he asked laying back in his seat, a bit more relaxed. "For starters he doesn't know I actually want to be here, he thinks you kidnapped me, I can get close and stab him or I could just fuck you, I'm sure he won't like that" My cheeks burned red like fire, the drinks have definitely hit in the way they were supposed to, giving me a kick of confidence. Dante was taken aback with what I said, his eye's now gazing on my body, lingering up and down slowly. He is so fucking fine, the way I just want to grab him and find out what his hiding beneath all those fancy clothes. "So you're not as innocent as you look?" he questioned me, curiously.

"Well I think I'm a good person, I never killed someone, but I have done things I'm not proud of, as you know stripping was one of them, Back then i desperately needed the money because I ran away from the foster care system, and needed to start over" my mind took me back to the memories of the club, the dancing, the men looking at you like meat, the rich smell of cigars and middle aged bored men. It was fun for the most part. I smiled while reminiscing about the past, it's not something I choose to feel ashamed about, but rather use as experience. "Why did you runaway from the foster care system?" a curious Dante spoke up. I took a moment before answering him "Dante, i was always being thrown into different families, rich , poor, selfish even scary sometimes." I remembered the shit i had to take at such a young age clearly, as if I never ran away from that life. 

"Any boyfriends?" he said with a smirk. Dante Romano, is asking me if I'm single, to what do I owe the pleasure. I gave him a smile back, feeling a bit flushed from the alcohol and his sneaky flirts. "Well i wouldn't really call them boyfriends, I just like too let off some steam from time to time" I said a bit embarrassed actually. "What about you? I'm sure you don't need any help in that department" I started questioning him as well. He laughed a little, causing my heart to flutter at the sight of him laughing, it was refreshing to see actually. "Anebela, I don't like to just fuck,  I fuck to make love but because of my line of work, I don't do relationships" The way this man said it made my tummy drop a million feet below me. His all kinds of red flags, his dangerous and could end me in a moment, he probably fucks like the devil himself , and this is all reason to stay away from him but it feels like I'm itching for more of him. "Damn okay, so Dante Romano has never been in a relationship?" I asked him rethorectically while giggling a bit.

We continued talking a bit more, getting to know each other. It was actually better than I expected. Dante is twenty eight years old, he took over the mafia at just twenty five- when his father died. I can't help but feel guilty for my dad killing his dad, but there's nothing I could do. Heck, I didn't even know the man existed. This is a bloody, messy situation, and honestly I have no idea what to do. A knock at the door tore our attention to Ricardo, who quickly made his way in. "Capo, abbiamo un problema (Boss, we have a problem)" I had no idea what they were saying, but Ricardo looks a bit nervous. Dante got a bit agitated, making me understand that whatever Ricardo is saying, Isn't a good thing. "The russians planned an attack on the estate, right now they are busy making their way through the building, we need to leave" Ricardo said with urgency looking at Dante. "Faculo! (fuck)" Dante shouted, standing up aggressively, and grabbing a gun that was hidden on his body. "Take the girl Ricardo, take her to the house" he said, looking out the window, watching the estate. He turned his head to me saying "When I say run, you're gonna run, and You are not going to do something stupid, Ricardo is here , he will keep you safe". What the fuck is going on. All I know is the russians made their way into the estate , and I  need to run when Dante tells me too. Dante and Ricardo both went out to the hallway, standing in a shooting position in case someone pops up out of nowhere.  Dante spoke to Ricardo, probably giving him orders. Until he looked at me and said "Go with Ricardo, Run"  and with that, Ricardo grabbed my wrist and we ran out of there.