E M I L I A N O

As soon as she left my office I called in Sanchez and told him to get ready. I decided today was the day I would finally confront the leader of the trinity. My father.

I always new Alessandra was involved with illegal shit but I would have never guessed it was so severe. My father was a cruel merciless man who I had spent my entire life resenting. I don't even know how my sister could even stand to be in the presence of his sadistic, abusive ass.
The mere thought of him made me angry. I stood up and loaded my gun before I walked to the garage. Sanchez was already waiting his arms folded in determination. I would try speaking first but if that didn't work I didn't care. I would kill him in a heartbeat.

I got into one of my cars and made my way to my father's home. I hadn't been here in over 5 years and I wish I didn't have to come back, but for Alessandra I would do it.
I pulled up to the gate and drove through parking my car to the side. I got out and walked to the front door with Sanchez right behind me as I pushed the door open.

I froze in my spot as I was hit with nostalgia. The staircase where I slid done the banister, the staircase where I also feel off the banister and broke my arm. I walked further in and found the TV room with the large flat screen and sound system. I walked through the lounge and the dining room and eventually made it into the kitchen. This was always my favourite room. My throat clenched a little as I remembered watching my mother cook every day for the family. But that was along time ago.

I walked up the first flight of stairs and the second flight of stairs and then the third flight with Sanchez right behind me. Eventually I came to my father's private floor. Yes. He had the entire floor as his office and you can imagine how large and unnecessary it was.

I walked up and clenched my fists in anger as I looked at him.
He looked surprised for a second but quickly covered it up with his famous smirk.
"Emiliano. What a nice surprise" he said with a fake smile. I clenched my teeth and pulled out the chair, Sanchez standing beside the door with his hands folded.

My father watched me cautiously as I sat down but smiled regardless.
"Father." I greeted, my voice full of venom and disdain. He didn't look affected by the hatred as he simply leaned forward onto the table and hooked his fingers.

"So. Do what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here today?" he asked smugly, probably remembering the time I told him I'd never set foot in this house again.

I didn't bother beating around the bush and decided to get straight to the point.
"Alessandra Rivera. You know her?" I asked, using Alessandra's old surname.
His eyes widened in surprise and he suddenly became serious.
"Yes. I had her killed recently. She was an assassin for la trinity. But she left so I had to kill her." he said his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "How do you know her?"

I decided to play along with her being dead and see where it went.
"She was pregnant when she was killed. It was mine" I said simply. I even closed my eyes with a grimace and looked down for effect. He seemed to have bought it as his eyes turned to saucers. But that quickly changed to anger as he threw everything off his desk.
"FUCK" he thundered before turning back to me. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?" he roared furiously.
I shrugged bitterly rembering how I had only found out afterward.
"I only found out the next day." I said sadly.

There was silence through out the room as my father slowly sat back down. He really thought she was dead. But I had to tell him the truth, he would find out by himself anyways.

"God, Emilio. I'm so so-"

"The truth is that she isn't dead. The one who set the explosive off was one of the maids while Alessandra was in the bathroom. She went into hiding after realizing someone had tried to kill her and I only found her a day ago. She is still pregnant and I'm here to tell you to leave her the fuck alone or else I'll have you killed before tomorrow morning. " I said slowly looking him straight in his eyes." If you try anything against me or her, ever, I'll put a bullet straight through your skull. No questions asked. Understood? "

My father stared at me darkly his face stiff with rage as he looked down at me. "You come into my home and make threats that you won't keep. Tell me Emiliano how stupid do you think I am?" he grumbled. "I'll leave you and your little girlfriend alone, but just don't forget that it was you who broke away from the family. Not me. You're not welcome here anymore. Leave".

And I did. I wouldn't look back form this. My father was a cruel and merciless son of a bitch. His forms of training were brutal and traumatizing, but he didn't care about what he put his 9 year old son through. He didn't care about being the cause of my nightmares and he didn't worry about my mental health as long as I was stronger than the rest he was happy. And if I wasn't then he would just push harder. Hit harder. Make my entire life harder. All for him to be the best.

I walked with my head down as I was reminded of the bad memories that I wish would just disappear. But then I heard my name.

"Emiliano". Said the soft sounding voice I was always so fond of.

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