You Can Never Escape Me(BxB)

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Elias Easton

"Can we please talk about something else?" I said frustrated as my parents decided to talk about the same topic for the thousandth time.

We sat in our gigantic dining room together, eating dinner at a large table that was located right in the middle of the room. It was kind of our tradition to eat at least once a week together. So, that we could spent some time together and update each other on specific projects or simply about what was going on in our lifes.

It sounded like a sweet get together, but I used to hate these lately. My parents were quite desperate to finally get me married, which sucked. They didn't even have a good argument to why I should do that. I mean I already got Sam as a child and most importantly for my parents, an heir.

Even though it wasn't clear if he would make it. But I didn't want to think about the potential death of my only child at this moment.

I told Eric to go to the medical area to check up on Anthony's progress and give him a little push. One week has already passed and although I knew that there wouldn't be a miracle, I hoped at least to see some kind of results.

It was hard to contain myself these last days or rather nights. I let my precious little doctor sleep in a room right next to mine, which gave me a tough time. I often contemplated to just walk inside his room and devour him until he couldn't walk and think clearly anymore.

I hadn't had a good and enjoyable fuck in a while and a cute doctor's ass was really tempting.

But that would be just counterproductive. Seeing as he wouldn't have the power to focus on Sam properly and would be scared for life, even though I knew he would have enjoyed it. Therefore, I gave him his space for the whole week not even seeing him once.

"Elias, your father and I are worried about your future," Mom told me with a worried look.

My mother was a gorgeous 49-year-old woman with short and straight brown hair, a flawless skin and big brown eyes. She looked fairly young. It's just the little wrinkles around her eyes that gave away her age.

"I don't quite understand what there is to be worried about?!" I retorted taking a sip of red wine, before putting the glass back on the table. "Everything works great, we've completed every mission with success and I have a son, who is going to take over my position in the future. So, what is it that keeps you awake at night?"

My parents stared at each other for a while before my dad, a 50-year-old tall and bulky man with grey bluish eyes and lighly curly black hair started talking.

"It's your reputation that worries us," he explained with a low voice.

"My reputation is just fine," I replied skeptically.

"You think having an illegitimate child with a woman from one of our rivals is a good reputation?!" My father immediately started ranting. "And aside from that you are a 26-year-old grown up man now. You have to have a wife to look more mature and stronger to others. You can't keep sleeping with everyone you wish for, for the rest of your life. You're putting shame on our family!"

I felt rage bubbling up inside of me. We had this discussion so many times already and they still didn't get my point.

"First of all, I don't care what others think about me. Second of all, having a spouse is dangerous especially in a mafia. It makes me stronger that I am alone, because I can't be blackmailed. And third of all, I don't even have someone right now I'm interested in," I pointed out angrily, but while mom looked at me with a sad stare, dad looked clearly unimpressed.

I swear, this man was unswayable. The moment he put his mind on something, he'll make it happen no matter what others felt or said. It was a character trait on him I always despised.

"Show a little bit more respect towards your parents! You seem to not care what others think about us. Well, we do. Having a spouse won't make you vulnerable. In contrary, if you choose the right person you could get good advices and support, which will make you smarter and stronger-" Dad started explaining, but I interrupted him quickly.

"I have Eric to give me advices," I retorted unnerved.

"Who gave you permission to talk and interrupt me?! And Eric can't give you good advices, because he's not in this business for as long as you. He wasn't born into a mafia. So, this isn't an argument for me!" He hushed me angrily. "And concerning the third point you stated; We already found you a woman you'll marry."

"What?!" I asked shocked.

"You already know her," Mom said with a light smile.

"Who is she?" I questioned now, even more confused than before.

"It's Leah," Dad finally revealed after a moment of silence and the second I realized which name he just pronounced, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

"I'm not gonna marry that bitch!" I exclaimed and jumped up from my seat with rage boiling inside my whole body.

"Elias!" Mom shouted at my insult.

"Leah is the perfect woman for you. Not only is she the mother of your son, but she was also born into a mafia and knows how everything works. Additionally, we could also make peace with one of our rivals , which is to everyone's advantage," Dad explained calmly, which infuriated me even more.

Leah was cruel and manipulative, which was no surprise seeing the household she was coming from. Her whole family was just fucked up and I wouldn't stand to be for more than a second with anyone of them in one room.

The fact that my parents really took my decision, who I was going to spend the rest of my life with was hilarious. They didn't care for Sam or for me. They just wanted their alliance with Leah's family, that's all.

"I.won't.marry.her!" I stated again, but apparently my opinion didn't have any value. Because they didn't show me any compassion.

"Do you have anyone else in mind?" Dad asked me unnerved.

"Uhh...no," I replied honestly.

"Then there is nothing to complain about. Leah is coming with her parents next week for dinner. So, you have enough time to get used to the idea of her becoming your future wife," Mom reassured me.

One week isn't enough for me. In fact I will never like the idea of having Leah by my side 24/7. Gosh, why have I been so stupid to fuck her. I didn't regret Sam, of course. He was my biggest joy in life. But still why didn't I first get to know her better to see what a manipulative and cruel bitch she was. I just slept with her, because of her beauty. Nothing more.

I didn't want to stay for dinner with my parents any longer, because I saw on their faces that they wanted to take this conversation further. So, without another word I turned around and left the room. Fortunately, they didn't call for me or did anything else to stop me.

"Whooaa, you scared me!" I exclaimed as I closed the door behind me and saw Eric walking towards me with a bloody nose.

Eric rolled his eyes, while trying to stop the bleeding with countless tissues in his hands.

"What happened?" I asked skeptically.

"I don't know, I just wanted to check up on your little doctor as you ordered and push him a little. One moment, he was silent and scared and in the next, his fist landed in my face," Eric whined. I widened my eyes in surprise, because I wouldn't have expected that and therefore didn't know how to react.

"Anyways, I'm going to see a doctor, who doesn't have the urge to break my nose. I hope you're teaching him some respect. I'm done for today!" Eric exclaimed grimly, before quickly walking away.

I let Eric's words sink in and couldn't suppress the smile that was forming on my face. I was craving some distraction right now and punishing my precious doctor for breaking my best friend's nose was exactly what I needed to lift my mood.

Let's have some fun