Page 10 of Forgive Me, Father

“I will need all her family’s details before this hour is up.Make it happen.”

“Already busy.You’ll have it in a few.”

I indicated to him to leave me alone.I needed to think about how I was going to punish Philip DeCosta.

No one gets away with it.

It was part of the code, but one could interpret it in a million ways.

I had already taken my revenge on the DeLuca family, and I will deal with that fallout later.

If my Nunno were still alive, their legacies would’ve been wiped away from this earth.

My phone buzzed, and I saw it was a text from my mother.I read it.

Come home now.You have your wedding to attend.I’m not playing around, Alfonso.You can forgive her this once.

I chuckled.“No fucking way.”

I switched off my phone, sliding it into the drawer with a sense of finality.My parents would check their emails soon enough, let them.The truth would come to light, whether they liked it or not.But first, I needed Camilla to agree to the marriage.

As for my father, he was about to learn a hard lesson.He may still sit in the highchair, but his weakness would end, one way or another.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Nico dropped the file on the Santores in front of me.

It was quite big.

“Impressive.”

“Oh, wait till you read it.These mergers would’ve gotten the sovereign’s attention.”

My gaze dropped from Nico’s to the file.I opened it.

My little runawaywas the oldest daughter of the Santore family.They had a son, Milo, two years older than her.Their great-grandfather Levi had opened the distribution company fifty years ago in New York, and for the past fifty years, they’d worked hard.I saw it in their file.Saw it through their bank statements and financials.

They had another daughter, Emily, a few years younger than Camilla.She didn’t look anything like her sister.She reminded me of Simi.

I kept flipping through her file, the weight of the information sinking in as I scrolled through the details of their company.How had we not realized just how much S.A.N.T.had grown?This merger with the DeCostas would have brought them into the spotlight.

Their children could easily have become part of my own future, a union that would’ve brought them the kind of recognition they clearly deserved.The kind that this merger was meant to create.

A merger that Nunno had warned Father about.The kind that could be wrong for the Pontisello Family.And it was.But now that we would marry, we would merge with S.A.N.T distribution, and the percentage of the docks that my family already owned would chuck the DaCostas to the bottom, or exile if I have my way.

My lips curved.Philip was going to fume.Losing to a Pontisello was not easy, and he was going to learn the hard way just how difficult losing can be.

I turned the page and found the DaCosta’s file.

Philip DaCosta was the oldest son.The guy was handsome, that I had to give him.He was three years younger than me and had no markings whatsoever.Translation: he was a pussy.

I paged through their financials.I knew most of them as the Pontisellos had bought eighty percent of it to help them keep their title in the tiers.Something told me the Santores had no idea about that.This merger was everything to the DaCostas.Maybe if Philip had known that, he wouldn’t have fucked around on his bride.

I prayed now that she would take my offer and was even contemplating changing that ridiculous contract.I could offer her and her family so much more than the DaCostas.

I hated dishonesty, and this family was only riding on the backs of the Santores to get to the top.

Her brother and sister were set to marry into other families.