CHAPTER 7
LEONARDO'S POV
I walked toward and bowed respectfully, he waved his hands and I raised my head as I met his gaze. His expression was cold as always and his deep-set eyes gazed at me curiously but his emotions were unreadable. His aura was commanding, he was the only one who could keep that kind of aura near me. No one else can.
"Sit Leonardo" he instructed as he pointed to the coach and I sat down. My seat was right across his, a few meters apart but I could still feel the intimidating aura.
I watched him as he took a sip from his drink. It was dark rum, he never takes anything else from that drink. He slowly drops the glass on the table next to him, right beside the ashtray where his cigar burns.
His old habit of smoking, he still had it. As the saying goes, old habits never die. My eyes linger on the table as I see the old pistol sitting on the table. Cigar, dark rum, and a gun.
"Typical Don Vito," I thought as I let out a small chuckle. Everyone has that thing they can never do away with and for my father it is those three things sitting next to him, you would never see him without them.
"How have you been?" Father's voice dragged me out of my thoughts and my gaze immediately landed on him, giving him my full attention.
I frown appeared on my face as I processed his words, did my father just ask me how I was doing? That's weird. My father would never call me out here just to ask how I'm and bound with me.
There has to be a reason behind this call he made out of the blues and it is not for a father and son bonding. We don't even have that kind of relationship to start with.
"How am I?" I thought of a typical Don who headed straight to the point and told me the enemy wanted me to finish off.
"I.. have been good. Father, is everything okay?" I was forced to ask, I just could not hide my surprise. He let out a throaty laugh before his face turned back stern.
"Don't worry, I'm not dying soon" he answered and I let out a sigh of relief. I almost thought he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness or something.
"I called you concerning your secession. Your brother has been making a strong comeback in the mafia world and I think he's trying to gather enough power" he answered and my frown deepened.
The thought of that son of a bitch! I hated him so much even though he was my half-brother. He was trying to gather power and fame? To take me out? And he thinks he can?
That illegitimate bastard! I hope to see him try.
"Dad he would never be as powerful as I am, I would make sure that is impossible" I divulged, my eyes bloodshot.
I would have killed him a long time ago but I just could not take out my blood for no reason. I should have just shot him when Father gave me the chance to but now he has become a throne in my flesh.
"You never know, he was able to take over the Rosana empire and I think I see him as a good successor too" he answered with a small smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass and took a sip from it.
My jaw clenched as I rolled my hand into a fist. My blood was hot and I could feel anger rushing through my veins, not making me more mad than feeling inferior to anyone.
I'm the only one who should sit on that seat, the seat of the leader of the De Luca empire and no one else. I have worked my ass off day and night just to get to where I'm now and I won't sit still and watch it be stolen from me.
I have fought, killed, been beaten and I have been scared just to get to where I am now and I won't let anyone take it away from me. My money, my sweat and my blood, I would spend whatever it takes, kill whosoever and bury whosoever it takes for me to own this position.
"Nothing would stop me now" I muttered and I lifted my gaze to meet my dad's eyes.
"What should I do? Tell me, whose head do I have to bring?" I asked and he chuckled.
"Easy, you don't need anyone's head to roll" he answered and my frown deepened.
What the hell is he talking about? No one needs to die? Why? This is a mafia world, to get to the top you have to kill and break a lot of people to climb the ladder or else you will get killed.
That is what father taught me and that is the only way I survive and remain the one feared man in this world.
"I don't need to kill? Why?" I asked my voice firm but laced with curiosity. He let out another chuckle before he spoke.
"Yes, no one needs to go, at least not now" he answered and I took a deep breath.
"Then what do I do?" I asked and he smiled.
I hate it when he does that, his smile symbolizes that he is cooking up something in his head and there is no way on earth I'm not going to like the idea.
I have no idea what he's planning but I knew from the look of things that it won't go well with me. With that smile on his face, it is something crazy.
"Get legally married in the next three days and then I will consider you the first heir of the De Luca empire" he dropped the bombshell and I scoffed.
"This is a joke right?" I was unable to believe what he had just said.
"If I don't see your marriage certificate in the next three days, then I will announce Marco as my heir" he revealed and I froze.
No fucking way!