Amore Della Mafia

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That's why he looked familiar. Mom had a picture of him in her draw.

"We have a lot to talk about. First thing is why you marry that asshole Giovanni. He's the whole reason your mom died. Oh I want to kill him so badly." I stopped suddenly. Was I hearing properly? Did he just say what I think I heard?

"What do you mean he's the reason Mom died?" I dreaded his reply hoping it wouldn't be what I think he meant.

"He was the one who killed your mom because she witnessed a murder in which he did. In the mafia world you can't leave witnesses wherever you kill someone so it had to be done." He pulled me to a hug. Tears streamed down my face and my knees gave way on the ground. Black spots clouded my vision. That explained the security he had. The guns. The knives Geneva tucked on her thighs thinking I didn't see them. I just chose to not comment. But I never thought he was capable of all that.

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I woke up with a pounding headache. Previous events coming back to my head.  Ughhhh!!The nausea. I rushed to the toilet and vomitted my brains out. Just kidding. I need to see a doctor.

After thinking about what was said earlier I put two and two together and realized that my father himself must be in the mafia. That's why mom didn't want me to grow up in that lifestyle. He is the only family I have now.

He appeared after I exited the bathroom. Looking at him I see that I have his straight nose. He wasn't bad looking. Had a couple tats here and there. It was obvious that he worked out. His greying hair was neatly combed to perfection and his grey beard fitted his face. He had a good sense of fashion as he was dressed to perfection.

"Hey kiddo. You've been through a lot in the space of time you're here and I'm sorry. I thought you knew all that. I suppose you figured out that I'm a mafia leader." He sat down beside me .

"I figured that you are in the mafia but not the leader. I really didn't think of Gio being a mafia leader." Disbelief still settled inside me.

"That's why your mom moved away from Italy to America. I helped her fake her death in order to make all traces of you guys disappear. That way no one would follow you guys to America to harm you. It hurts when I try to really believe that she's dead. I really loved her. I didn't even go into another relationship because of how much I loved your mother." He looked hurt saying all that. I squeezed his hand and gave a sense of comfort. The way his eyes light up when he talks about her and the light dims when he talks about her death.

"It's ok dad." His smile was so bright I almost lost my sight. "It's ok if I call you dad right?"

"It's the best thing that you could ever call me." I was embraced in a hug.

"So what do you plan on doing now." He asked me and honestly I don't know. I shrugged my shoulders." It's ok. You can stay with me as long as you want. "

"But where would I work? "

"Don't worry about working. I have enough money to take care of ten generations and a lot would still remain." Oh yeah these dudes are filthy rich. "But the only thing is I'll be going back home to Italy Friday." Shit

"I'll come with you." After all I heard I really don't want to see Giovanni right now. I'll probably stab him with the heal of my shoes.

"Are you sure?" I nodded yes. "I'm glad you wanna come with me. I can get to know you better and I can catch up on all the things I missed out on. We can even do father daughter stuff." He was happy. "I'll leave you to shower and come down for dinner. Clothes are in the closet. I'll see you downstairs." He got up and left.

The shower was beautiful I didn't want to leave but I had to. The clothes were all my size. I gained weight because I found a small jeans and it couldn't fit me. So I settled for a joggers and t-shirt. The table was big enough to fit at least fifteen people but only my dad and I occupied it at the moment. I sat quickly and maids started carrying out different dishes that have different foods. I even saw my favourite, fried chicken but the smell made me nauseous and I rushed to the room I came from three up into the toilet. I washed out my mouth and return downstairs.

"Your mother rushed to the toilet like that after smelling food and it turns out that she was pregnant. So that leaves me to ask you, are you pregnant?"