The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 36

I don't exactly know what they thought I was doing when I was at the restaurant. Can I not eat and enjoy the people around me? The mansion guards came crashing into the place like it was on fire. I only looked up from my food, saw it was them but kept on eating. I liked this time to myself. They were treating me like a prisoner. I already knew they hated me, but they didn't have to go this far. It was crazy.

I got back to the mansion an hour later with Cynthia asking me where I was. I didn't bother answering knowing she was just pretending to care. Around midnight was when the next party was going to start. Cynthia didn't have to be there, but I knew she was going to go if she figured I was going to cause trouble. I didn't plan on going, but since I had nothing to do...

I actually needed to call someone, but I didn't know if I was being listened to at the moment. I knew they were tracking me when they found me at the restaurant, but I hadn't thought they'd go as far as listening to my private conversations. Then again, I was someone they couldn't trust. They knew I'd want to call someone sometime.

A knock on my door caught my attention. I was just about to get into the shower. I knew who it was but I wanted her to think I didn't care.

"What?" I called out.

"It's Zachary!"

Oh, well I guess I didn't know who it was.

"Let me in," he said.

Let him in? No please? Should I? He was the one that was ruining my life. I let him have my woman and now he could be the father of her child. Bogus. I didn't like it one bit. No matter what I sacrificed to be with the people I come to love, I can't get anything back in return. That's why there's only one person in my life I'm sure I can fall back on. If only I could get in contact with them.

"Why should I?"

"Youngmin, I'm sorry about everything that's been happening. It's my fault."

"That's what Cynthia said and she still lied."

"I'm not Cynthia, am I?"

"Zachary...I don't have time for you or her or anyone else who thinks they can step all over me and still get what they want."

"I'm not trying to be that person, Youngmin."

I heaved a sigh and turned to the door. I didn't want to open it. No telling who was out there with him. So many people want to hurt me here. Keep me in solitude. Make sure I can never hurt people I've never even met before. It was frustrating when I couldn't explain myself and was blamed for every little thing that went wrong.

I finally made up my mind and opened it. Zachary stood there with Lucio in his arms. Big mistake, buddy. I was tempted to close the door back and he seemed to see that and passed him to a passing maid.

"Do me a solid," I started. "If Cynthia doesn't have him...I don't want to see him."

"It's not that bad, dude." He sent me a smile. I only stared at him.

"It's that bad when I believed he was my son for so long and turns out he's yours." I finally let him in and shut the door. "...Did Cynthia send you here, because I wouldn't speak to her earlier?"

"Of course not. Even if she asked, I'd come on my own terms."

Zach walked over to the desk and sifted through the papers that were sitting there. I'd traded them out for books and vice versa since I've been here. They were all equally interesting and I found myself reading through them almost every chance I got.

"What do you want?" I asked with as much annoyance in my voice as I'd hoped. "Apparently, it's let's check up on Youngmin day."

"I'm not going to lie...it's kind of surprising to know you're still like...here and not trying to contact your family to get out of here."