New Life

Part 3

 The next morning Celso was awakened by a maid. A few hours before he would normally awake.

"Sir, Tarso would like to know when he should plan to have your family over. He would also like to know which members you would like over. I will take my leave now, sir." She bowed and then left. He sat there thinking about what she said.

His thoughts were cut off by the door opening to reveal Tarso with Chiara.

"Ms. would like to speak to you, sir." He bowed then left.

"I know-" He stopped her from speaking.

"The rules I gave, are they not to be respected?" She shook her head to say no.

"Then why aren't you following them? La mia casa, la mia famiglia, e mio onore. Non tollerer'o la mancanza di rispetto!" ( my house, my family,  and my honor. I won't tolerate disrespect!) Capisci?" (do you understand?" She cut him off now clearly pissed off.

"I understood perfectly, I married Dante. And I'm still part of this family!"  She screamed in anger and sadness. Tears rolling down her face. 

"Not anymore.  You are no longer a Regio. My uncle made me promise to take care of you, that's the only reason that you are in this house." He turned away from her.

"H-how could you say such a thing? Do you not even care? Dante's dead, and so is Kamak. Yet you don't care! You say that I'm no longer a Regio though I still have it as my last name!" Her yelling was heard all through out the house.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you are a Regio. You'll see soon enough. Tarso!" He yelled for Tarso, whom was downstairs. Rushing up stairs, he got there pretty fast.

"Yes, sir?" He held his breath to sound more professional and not out of breath as he was.

"Tonight. Everyone." Tarso nodded showing that he understood.

"Understood, sir. What about Ms. here?" He pointed with his head to Chiara.

"Yes, but only for half of the time. I don't want an outsider to be there for the whole time, the rest will get mad." Tarso once more nodded. 

"Understood sir, I will take my leave if that's all. Oh! and my lady, the cook has made food for you. I suggest you eat it while it's still hot. Sir, as requested you won't have food til lunch time." He bowed again, and left.

"What were you guys talking about? I'll prove you wrong."  Celso only shook his head.

"What a foolish girl." He sat down again, looking out the window that showed the garden. The flowers all bloomed as it was spring and had rained well these past days. He was reminded from his time in his homeland, Italia. 

 He moved here after someone decided to snitch and some of the Russian mob almost caught his father. His father moved himself and family to America, where Celso learned English. Celso was fourteen and remembered how his father was at the time. It was enough for him to send Celso but not his wife. Dante helped with moving and met Chiara, Her family was from Italia but she was born and raised here. Her pride and loudness was enough to give Kamak headaches.

Celso frowned, thinking about the past wasn't going to do anything for him. He was now in charge. He had too much power. He wasn't happy. He only wanted to go for walks and sleep. Now he held a responsibility to his family and to his uncle. And to himself.

  He stood up and walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. He needed a walk. By the time he was to get back, lunch would be ready and family would be over. He needed his alone time to make sure he doesn't kill anyone.