The Don's Sweetener [18+]

04

Daily dose of mental health:

Watch Peppa pig.

I was one again pushed inside the office room.

Sim glared at me as he closed the door behind me, gently.

"So you're the one, that have been causing havoc?" I hear a voice followed by a chuckle.

I turn to find the ex-Don sitting on the chair that was occupied by Hades the last time I was here.

I huff and cross my arms over my chest. "I haven't been causing anything. I am being kept here against my will. Sir." I replied, though I didn't know why.

There was this fatherly gentleness in his voice then Hades's taunting one.

"Let's settle your situation, shall we young lady?" He asked putting in his reading glasses. "Please do sit down."

"Thank you." I said taking a seat on the chair opposite to him, facing the previous Don who resembled Hades in a weird way. They had the same eyes, the same spark and focus in them.

Except his were a bit more gentle, don't know why though.

They had the same hair structure, his were a bit white around the sides. One or two silver hair peaking from the thick mop of black.

His accent was more Italian then British.

They had different skin colour though and slightly different features.

So I established, Hades wasn't his son. But they were certainly related by blood.

"Lucia Emmaline..." The man looks up at me, watching me for long ten seconds and then looking down at the file he opened, containing my information, I suppose.

Looking at the papers with a deep frown taking over his features, "Adam Rivera...was your father?" He murmured.

"Uh...yeah." I replied.

Who someone of your family so expertly killed.

I am glad you remember him. I wanted to say to him but instead I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath.

"Child..." He begins. "You're Adam's daughter?" He asks once again.

I roll my eyes mentally. How many yes is it going to take before he realises that what I have been saying is Adam Rivera was my dad?

Are they really that insensitive? Adam Rivera was killed by the members of De'Marco family brutally in broad daylight, along with his wife. My mum.

Vincenzo De'Marco takes a deep breath closing the file and keeping it nearly on top of other files on the table.

The door opens and a lady around her late thirties or early forties walks into the room, a huge tray of food in her hand followed by the devil, looking smug, carrying two wine bottles, wearing a fitted t-shirt and  sweats.