Orange Blossom

Chapter 19

As we were walking to his office, I observed the environment around me. We were in a big factory or some kind of warehouse with a lot of big bins and open doors with men coming in and out of them. They all dressed like they were about to go to war.

Suddenly, an arm stopped me on front of me from going any farther.

I looked up to see it was my Dad and he was hesitant about something.

"Uhm...where are-"

"Here," he said handing me a blindfold.

"Are you serious?"

"Put it on," he commanded me.

I gave him a 'what-the-hell look'.

"I'll explain every thing when we get there. I'll guide you," he said holding his arm out like an escort.

Did I really trust him? I got knocked out and tied to a fucking chair for Christ sakes. Knowing that I had no choice, I sighed and put the blindfold around my head. Before I could try to reach out to find him, he took my arm and held it protectively around his own.

It took us at least a good 5 minutes to get to his "office". Once I was in a room and heard the door shut, I took off my blindfold. He had a nice office... It was big enough to be a living room.

A nice black leather king chair, a cherrywood desk with a lot of paperwork and knick-knacks on it and gold and velvet all around him, along with some guns....of all fucking types you'd see on video games....and a knife collection...

"Uh...?" I said blankly.

"Take a seat," he said sitting into his own.

I took a pretty nice comfortable seat in front of him and faced him.

His hair was black as midnight, but I noticed some gray hairs on each side of his face, he barely had any wrinkles, and his eyes had a beautiful blend of earth colors, green being the main one.

While I was admiring him, I guess he was admiring me also once he broke the silence.

"You look so much like her...," he said examining my face as if it was the most interesting beautiful thing in the world.

"Uh...Da-Vincent?" I asked not sure whether to calm him Dad or not.

"Call me...Dad. It's okay," he said shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"Why are you in Italy? Why did mom lie to me? Why did she say you were dead? Do you not love each other anymore? Why didn't she tell me I was Italian? Why-"

"Zagara, before I try to answer all of your questions, you need to answer one question for me," he said with his hands on his lap, leaning forward in the seat.

"Okay," I said kind of not believing he was alive and saying my name.

"Why are YOU in Sicily, Italy?" he said emphasizing the 'you'.

I hesitated and took a deep breath.

"I-I left home. I just wanted to see if I could find some of your family members, to learn my heritage, I-I didn't know you weren't dead...," I said slowly trying to figure out my words.

"You're mother doesn't know you're here?"

"No! She does! I-I left her a note before I ran away...," I admitted looking down.

"Zagara...," he said wiping his face.

"Answer my questions now," I said demandingly.

He gave me a death stare for a good second then let his eyes relax.