Left her to grow from just a tiny plant to a tree, blossoming into obsessions that he never got carried away with or did obnoxious things to get her for himself.
He left her to not just blossom in his heart but bloom and live her life even though he had the power to marry her from the day he set his eyes upon her as the Capo.
And that was one thing he swore to himself to never do; abuse his power on her.
Never.
She could hate him in regards to her father but never for trying to take her will.
He settled his breaths down as he opened his eyes back to his consigliere who stood ramrod straight with his hands clasped at the front.
He smirked.
“Tell them I’m coming and they should be ready for me”
His consigliere nodded his head in understanding and shuffled to leave when Luca said after him “Watch out for her and report everything back to me.”
He could watch her through the cameras installed in her room but he turned them off.
She was confined and could be naked for all he knew and didn’t want to risk that.
“Ok boss”
Angelo slipped away leaving Luca alone.
Again.
In his head.
One thing he hated growing up.
Being in his head, he thanked God he didn’t go haywire and resorted to other means to ease those feelings.
Feelings that left him fraught, plagued with the worry of what his next actions of life could be.
Sometimes he thought he was going to die and even wanted to.
Every second with his father knowing his mother was gone and by his hands left him distraught about life and his next steps.
Steps that would have left him for dead and vultures next if he had taken them.
Too many people even before his father met his demise had set their disgusting eyes on the very seat he now had for himself.
The capo dei capi of the Italian mafia in the whole of New York and a part of Sicily.
A don has the remaining part and didn’t want to fight over it when he already wanted to base in New York.
The Don of the family.
There was…
The buzzing of a phone drew his attention to his bed side table where his normal business phone rang with a silent tone and he stretched out his hand to pick it up, a snarl leaving his lips as he brought the phone up to his face.
He slid to the answer button and kept quiet.
Silence followed as no one said anything for minutes and when he saw how his time kept wiling away he moved his thumb to cut it but then a voice came through.
Deep and rough.
Insincere and so honey for a man but he knew better than to believe a sly creature like him.
“I wanted you to start this call Luca” the deep voice said and Luca almost rolled his eyes but dropped the phone on his lap.
His arm kept straining with his hand raised “Where we could chat and talk like old days”
Luca scraped his teeth over his upper lip before biting the side, his head cocked to the side processing what was happening.
He exhaled ready to end whatever pantomime was going on but the voice beat him to it “you want to kill him?”
Luca beamed, knowing who was him, and why the Chicago mafia was trying to include themselves.
All motherfuckers but he was here to fuck them up.
Little by little in his own very special and cruel way.
“Do I need to have a reason to contact you before I make any operation concerning my business Claudio?”
A dry snarky laugh came through the speaker and Luca moved the phone to swing his legs over the side of the bed, carefully.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s none of my business who you kill and do operations with, the only thing I would care about is you fucking up business for me Luca Mancini. I hate boys messing up mens games and spoils”
Luca scoffed at the last word “Don’t. Claudio. Viktor is a dead man. We are good and I wish you don’t destroy that relationship”
“What—”
“Don’t start. I said he’s a dead man and won’t explain anything to you or my business. You know what I mean”
“But—”
“For Christ sake. Drop it. No life is worth taking, especially that of the innocents. He needs to die and he must. I will make sure of that.”
Luca hung up, not saying any goodbye.
Claudio knew what he meant.
There was no need for pleasantries when no one wanted it.
He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes coming down to his body and he dropped his head into his palms, growling.
God, he needed to be okay before any war started with the Albanians.
Those people were animals that acted like they existed for one thing.
Kill anything with blood.
He couldn’t imagine leaving Sophia vulnerable to their desperate blood thirsty eyes and nose ready to sniff her fear.
He needed to get well soon but how could he when everyday he kept on moving around and pulled every flesh that had healed.
He clenched his jaw tight as he raised his hand up, a sharp tug slithering across his armpit and chest and he wheezed dropping it down.
Another pain tearing down his back to his coccyx.
Heaven.
What a pain!
It was like someone was carving into his skin.
He didn’t take painkillers sometimes and today was one of those days.
Anger flared in his chest, twisting and tugging his heart together but he pushed it aside.
He couldn’t be angry.
Any anger felt or resentment taken towards the burns would lead to the person behind it and that was Sophia and he would rather burn in more fires than hate her for a millisecond.