Page 102 of Forgive Me, Father

She grunted as her pussy contracted, and my sperm pushed up my shaft.I pulled out and emptied myself on the carpet.

I kissed her neck as I zipped up my pants.“Grazie little runaway.”

“Pleasure is all mine.”She spoke out of breath, and I stepped back from her and smacked her tight fucking ass.

Her entire body winced.

“I have got to go.My father wants to see me.Will you be okay with my family?”

“Go, I will manage.”

I winked at her and stepped out, adjusting the collar of my shirt and sliding back into my jacket like armor.I felt like a new man, lighter, sharper, dangerous in the best way.

My father’s office was on the far end of the house, tucked away from the noise and laughter of the party.It took me a few minutes to reach it, each step steady, deliberate.When I arrived, I rapped twice on the heavy door with my knuckles.

“Enter,” came his voice, stern, commanding as always.

I stepped inside to find the old man seated behind his desk, his posture perfect, eyes sharp.Roberto stood by the window, hands behind his back, watching the celebration below like it offended him.My uncle lounged in the chair opposite Father, his expression unreadable.

“Father,” I greeted coolly, pulling out the second chair and sitting down.

The room was heavy with unspoken things.We all wore our marks, our family’s silent badge, just below the eye.Everyone except Roberto and Luca.My youngest brother had always chosen distance over loyalty.

“We need to talk about the attack on the docks,” my father said, skipping any pretense of small talk.

“You already know who it is,” I said flatly, brushing an invisible speck off my pant leg like the conversation bored me.“Not my fault you refuse to listen.”

“I spoke to Frederick,” my father shot back, eyes narrowing into a glare.

I scoffed.“Frederick would slit your throat with a smile if it suited him.It’s Kai Castello.We can take him down, easily.”

His hand slammed against the desk, the sound echoing off the walls like a gunshot.“We are notbarbarians, Alfonso.I will not rule the Dons the way my father did.Get that fantasy out of your head.”

I bit back the words that burned on my tongue.

Then be ready to lose everything.But I didn’t say it.I might despise silence, but I know when to hold it.

The room felt colder after that, like the truth had sucked all the warmth out of the air.

My father’s gaze darkened.“This all started because of that thing you had with his sister.”

“That’s complete bullshit and you know it,” I snapped.“Kai’s going to twist whatever he can to justify making a move.This isn’t about some old grudge, it’s about power.He wants a clear path to the top, and he’s using his family name like a wrecking ball.”

My father didn’t flinch.He never did.

“I’ll speak to Frederick,” he said coolly, dismissively.“You can go.”

Just like that.Brushed off.Like I was some reckless kid speaking out of turn.Like my instincts, my experience meant nothing.

I stood, my jaw tight, blood simmering beneath the surface.

They were all fools.Blind, complacent fools.

But I swore on Nonno’s grave, I wouldn’t lose the seat at the head of the Dons because of my father’s pride.Not now.Not ever.

THIRTY-THREE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY