His Delicate Flame

chapter 20- father

Alessio was pissed off. As much as he did not like being in bed all day his body was still sore and he somehow wanted to obey Julie's bed rest order.

She had devoted herself to taking care of him. The last person to worry about him like that was his mother when he was still a boy.

He outgrew the need to be taken care off. When he got hurt he would only sleep till the drugs wore off then he was back to work. Being coddled was a sign of weakness and that was the first thing his father beat out of him.

Somehow it was different this time. Julie was always trying to get away from him and he knew if she had her way she would stay clear of him. There was this strong pull he had to her, it was more than just attraction that much he knew. He wanted to possess her.

This time she had to be close and she was showing her caring side. He did not have to pull her towards him, she came on her own. Like yesterday when he woke up and saw her sleeping next to him.

Yes it was on top of the covers but it was something. She had put herself next to him willingly. And when she slept the softness he had witnessed on their first encounter was all there.

Alessio had acted like a creep and watched her sleep a little. His angel, the one he thought her to be was all he saw. She looked soft and calm but he knew it was temporary. He knew her mind was constantly turning trying to figure out her next move.

When he woke up the next day she was gone and he was a little disappointed.  He wanted to stay in bed so that when she came back she would sit with him as usual.

But the universe decided to screw him over. His guard told him he had a special visitor in his office. That put an end to his rest and darkness to his mood.

The last person he wanted to see was in his office. Augusto Silvester DiAngelo.

"Father." Alessio said as he went to sit behind his desk. He fought with all his might not to show the slightest limp even though he was in pain.

"Son " Augusto replied from the couch he had made himself at home. He already had a glass of whiskey in hand and Alessio really needed one.

But Julie was going be mad he got out of bed he did not want to make her madder by drinking while he was on medication.

"What are you doing here?"

"Straight to the point as always. Are you not going to ask how I have been?"

Alessio gave him a deadpan look. "No."

"If that's the case let's get to it. What is this nonsense I hear about you taking some American whore as your Donna? Why would you disgrace my name in such a manner? I want that issue sorted and that bitch taken care of right away."

" Yes father, right away sir.Go screw yourself. I'm engaged to a very beautiful and classy woman. I do not give a shit that you do not approve. And you are in no power or position to order me anymore."

Augusto glared at his son at the disrespect thrown at him.

Alessio knew his father like the back of his hand. He knew if he even smelt weakness he would use it to get him on his knees.

It took him years to finally kick his father out and be free from his heartless clutches. And he was not letting him in any time soon.

"DiAngelo men do not pick trash from the street and make them wives. If you have an itch for her fuck her, he'll keep her as your little toy. But you do not give her the ring."

"I decide who I fuck and who I take on as my wife. You do not like it, well suck it up. That woman is going to be my Donna and you will respect her or you will be put down like the dog you are."

His tone was monotone. He spoke like he was distracted while he kept his eyes on his laptop. But he knew his father knew he meant business. He was far from playing.

"Your mama -......."

"Do not bring her in this."

"Listen here boy, I did not teach you to disrespect our

"You are right father, you did not teach. You beat it into me that I am the Don and that my word is law. And I have decided that the 'American' is going to be my Donna and that is my law."

"I will not stand for it."

"Then sit the fuck down." Alessio muttered sarcastically with a shrug annoying his father to the bone.

Augusto glared at his son who was not even looking his way. He was busy with his work acting like the man who sired him was a lowly commoner.

"Who is this patuna anyway?" Augusto asked as he sat back on the couch taking a sip of his whiskey.

Alessio ignored his father's question already having tolerated enough of the older DiAngelo's presence to last him a year.

Just as he opened his mouth to tell his father so his door was banged opened making him even more angry.