The Devil with a Halo (On hold)

Chapter 20 - Godfather

--Godfather--

"Skylar, it's been so long..I thought you forgot about me." The man sitting in front of me was nothing less than the real life version of Don Vito, but the catch here was that the man wasn't a Don himself. He was actually a Lawyer and well...my godfather.

"Well, how can I? Remember I promised you that I'll spit on your grave when you will die?" We both smirked almost at the same time. 

This is going to be interesting.

"How can I not remember that? My own ahijada promised me that after all." He gave me another one of his brilliant, intelligent smiles.

Alfonso just like his name, a very noble man. His salt and pepper hair and beard makes him look even nobler. Only, if appearances were not deceptive.

"Alfonso if we can now cut the chase. Can you please?" I raised an eyebrow, reminding him about the fact that he now has to tell me all that he knows about the phone calls I was getting.

"Sure, hija. Well those phone calls, right." He said and took a one full spin through his revolving chair. "What are you looking at, kid? Revolving chairs are meant to revolve." He said, giving me a disapproving look.

"Sure, they are." I nodded, almost rolling my eyes at him. Alfonso is a smart man but sadly, he too has his share of ridiculous genes in his body, mostly because he is an Osorio too.

Funny right? Like how all these Osorio men's names rhyme with their surname..it's very amusing to me. Also, the absurd number of O's in their names. I wonder if they do it on purpose or not.

"Well, yes so those calls. They are from Anton." He said it so calmly and casually that for once, I couldn't even make sense of it.

But then it dawned upon me,"Why in the world my own brother would call me like that?"

"He actually isn't. Technically, it's his hit men." Alfonso said, gently stroking his beard. So, Diego was right after all. 

"Hit men. Of course, my brother has hit men. The question is, why the fuck he has bloody hit men working for him?!" I was beyond annoyed and frustrated at the moment. My brother wanted me to stay away from my husband. Great. Just fucking great.

"Mind your language there, young lady. Diego isn't doing you much good, I see. How's that pathetic excuse for a nephew, by the way?" He asked as if we were discussing weather in his office.

"He is fi--Wait how do you know I am living with him?" I asked, thoroughly surprised at the almost 55 years old man in front of me. At that question, his otherwise dull green eyes seems to come back to life. "The same way I know about who is calling you." He shrugged.

"Right.." I trailed off, looking unconvinced and he probably saw that too. Of course, he knows more than he is letting on, question is how? And if he will tell me..

"Well, Diego is my nephew. You are my god daughter. And god has given me enough sources to not stay all clueless." He shrugged again, and this time with a very arrogant look on his face.

"Will you please give me some clarity on my present situation, Alfonso?" I asked what I wanted to ask in the first place when I came here. I wasn't so sure why I visited him after such a long time, but deep down I knew he's the one who can provide me with the clarity I wanted and I was proved right.

"um..let's think about it. Your father was my best friend. You're not only my god daughter but also the wife..oops..estranged wife of my nephew." He smirked and I couldn't help the frown which made its way on my face.