October 18th,2015
Basilio
I sat there letting her words play through my head.
"I'm not sure if Dad is really dead..."
This shit couldn't be true. It wasn't possible. Dom killed him. He had a funeral, he was buried. It was one of the most bittersweet days in my life. I was glad that he couldn't hurt mom anymore, at the same time he was my father. He had a good side sometimes.
"Luc what are you talking about?" I laughed a little.
"Stop fucking laughing. I'm serious." she shot back. The sound of concern in her voice shut me up quickly.
"Okay, how did you come up with this?"
"Okay so I went to see mom today right? I go over there and we talk. So, then a guy comes downstairs and at first I thought it was Uncle Vittore right? I'm cool yknow? Then I see my name on him. Only Dad has that tattoo of my name. Why would Vittore have it anyway?"
"So... He's at mom's? Is she fuckin' stupid?"
"How is she stupid?!She thought he was dead! We all did!"
"Our mother should not just welcome him with open arms." I said and hit my wall, "I'm going over there."
"Don't! They may be having alone time duh!"
"So, she could be getting her ass beat and you just want to play shit cool?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
Fuck.
I forgot we didn't tell her the truth.
"Nothing. Bye Luc." I said and hung up the phone.
Our father was an angel in her eyes. He treated her like a princess and never let her get into harms way. That's why Dominic, Mom and I didn't want to tell her. It would kill her to know that the reason Mom had all those scars was due to "Daddy". Mom always put on makeup to cover the scars. The only reason Dominic and I found out was because she missed a few spots.
I had to go over there.
But I knew Mom would freak out.
I pulled up Luciana's contact in my phone and sent her a text, chuckling a bit from the name she put as hers.
11:08 A.M.- Favorite Sister💗👑: Spend the day with mom today.
11:10 A.M.-Favorite Sister💗👑: I will. Hang up again, I'm smacking you until your eyes turn brown.😒
I laughed at the thought of Luciana smacking me. They didn't hurt. I felt like SpongeBob when Flatts kept punching his ass. Unaffected as fuck.
I had to tell Dominic.
I drove to his house and when I arrived, I banged on the door.
"Open the door fuckie!" I yelled.
He opened the door and looked like the stank face emoji.
"I'm a little busy my nigga."
"Whatever you doin' don't even compare to this shit."
Dominic
"This shit better be good." I said frustrated. I had Olivia upstairs and I just put a mirror on the ceiling. You already know how that shit goes. Ever since we got together, we've damn near lived together. I'm either at her house or she's at mine, mostly her at my crib. Don't get me wrong, we still handled our business and hung out with our friends but when it was time to come home, it was just us. It was as if when we were around each other, there was peace. No matter what was going on on the other side of the door which us humans called reality, it was just us.
