The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

My father had taken an hour to get through it, apologizing to me throughout it and completely ignoring my I forgive you dad, mum had forgiven you too. He wouldn't have it.

And I knew why.

He felt guilty about everything.

Roxanne was completely and utterly godsmacked, she stared at me for ten minutes and then she spent her time with her head buried in her hands and she cried about everything and anything, for herself, for my dad, for my mum and for me, it was alot of tears— I tried to comfort them both but it was a failed attempt on my weak part.

Eventually we all had time to settle and calm down.

We had spent twenty minutes afterwards, just talking and catching up and everything was going to great until, Luca burst into the office, looking much too smug and proud.

“Good, the whole family is here.” He snickers and Lily walks in behind him, shocking me with her presence.

I wanted to question why she was here.

But I knew I couldn't.

It wasn't my place any longer.

I'll admit that things between the two of us weren't going so great, it was sour and bitter and I've come to the bitter truth that our friendship meant nothing to her, that is why it had been so easy to throw away for her.

“Rodriguez!” My fathers voice booms and I flinch. “What is the meaning of this? You know fairly well that you and your mafia boss are to stay away from any of my offices!”

My eyes widen at his words and I gulp, mafia boss? I had no idea that he worked for a goddamn mafia boss!

I turn to look towards my aunt but she's frozen in spot, staring at her boyfriend in shock and I expect her to say something about it when her shock fades away but instead, she looks away from him, confusing me more.

Luca smirks and holds up a picture in his hand, he waves it around as he walks further into the large room but the three of us are still much too far away to get a good look at what's on it. He pulls it away and holds it to his chest once his near and glances my way, a knowing look underneath his brown eyes— it makes me cringe.

And I have never cringed away from him.

I actually used to find him cute and funny and nice.

But right now, he is scaring me.

“Dunley Parkeswood, do you remember me and my boss coming in here three months ago? We proposed a deal to you, old man, and you so rudely shoved us away!”

I stay silent, watching him latch out on my dad with narrowed eyes, what's he even planning at?

So what if he refused a offer?

It must have not been a very good one.

He goes to continue but a familiar body bursting through the door stops him from speaking— although his smile somehow seems to grow wider at the sight.

“Luca, I told you not to do this man.” King growls.

I expect him to look my way but he doesn't, his hard gaze is fixed on his bestfriend and immediately my stomach begins to churn, an uneasy feeling settles inside of me and I'm not sure how but somehow, someway, I know that something is wrong and I strongly believe that that something might have to do something with me— I mean, could you blame me even? My ex bestfriend, her brother, his girlfriend who is my aunt, my father who I've just reconnected with and the man that I love, all in one room together— with harden expressions, something is wrong.

Luca snickers and goes towards him, tapping him against his tense back. “Chill, man. I've got this one.” He says.

I frown, looking between the two of them in confusion while my mind tries to piece everything together but I find that really hard to do when my heart is racing so face.

Percy goes to speak, probably to fight against him on whatever is going on but Luca beats him to it.

“My boss,” He looks at the tattooed man and my heart sinks into my chest. “He noticed that picture on your desk when we visited, so you remember? We had asked you about it and you had so happily started pr—”

“Luca!”

“Shh, King.”

“Don't do it, Luca, we spoke about this.”

“We need revenge!”

I ignore the two bantering and my eyes flicker downwards, towards my fathers desk where a single photo frame sits.

A young girl who looks around the age of fourteen or so, stands next to a dark horse, her lanky hands wrapped around its head with a huge smile adorning her pretty face as she faces towards the camera— her outfit cowgirly.

My head snaps up and my glassy eyes connect with familiar green ones and I gasp, shaking my head no.

Luca takes the chance to smile at this and flicks his picture onto my fathers desk— my familys eyes focus on it and I hear loud gasps, forcing me to look away from a broken looking man who doesn't try to speak or fight.

I look down at the picture and my heart cracks.