The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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"Your generation lacks romance." Lorenzo lectured examining a strand of diamond shaped into a bracelet, presumably as a wedding gift for mama Alyssa.

I felt like swinging a right hook under Angelo's fucking jaw so the bastard shuts up for good.

Standing behind Lorenzo and papa as they picked out jeweleries for their beloved, I watched various assortment of jeweleries showcased as per taste.

Angelo looked at watches and showed the sales women the one on his wrist and asked the lady one for the same Rolex model he was sporting.

"Don't you want to pick up something?" I heard my father asking me over his shoulder with an eye brow raised.

The judgement clear in his voice.

And we are exactly where we were yesterday when they were doing the same.

Just in a different city, in a different luxury store.

I caught Angelo's eye.

The bastard was smirking, his lips sealed with his pointer finger bearing the gold band and the family emblem.

Cunt.

Ignoring the bastard's presence like a parasite, I cleared my throat putting my hands in my slacks pocket and pretended to look at the various display of fashionable necklaces encased in glass boxes.

The fuck would I want to buy?

And where has romance ever got me? I questioned myself and felt the urge to ask it out loud to the older men standing before me waiting for the sales women to get their custom orders whole browsing for more.

All this mundane drama that makes no perception whatsoever, started in the car.

I blame Angelo.

The bastard blames me.

Anyway, it started when my father dear asked me to stop driving making the range river halt in front of a flower shop.

He got out, powerfully strode inside the store and came out with a bunch of fully bloomed daisy with a blush pink ribbon tied to their long stems to give them a bouquet like look.

Daisies for my Daisy.

I could almost hear him whispering to mama as he handed her those.