Letting go of Pain

Chapter 20

"Sunshine"? I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you are just a bundle of sunshine". I was surprised when I heard a deep chuckle. I thought he would blow up or get annoyed but instead, he just looks amused. "Oh-kay well.... I am going to go to bed". I got up and started to walk to my room. "have you eaten"? I stopped in my tracks and looked back at Enzo with a confused look. "What"? maybe I miss heard him after all this is the cold oldest brother. "Have you eaten"?  His voice remained calm and he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "No". He got up and gave me a paper making me give him a dumbfounded look. "pick something, we will get some room service". I was shocked... beyond shocked. Why does he suddenly care? But then again I know Vince told them all to be nice. "No thanks". I said giving him back the menu harshly. "If you don't pick something I will pick something for you". I glared at him not letting him intimidate me. "I'm not hungry". He narrowed his eyes at me again. "I don't care if you are hungry or not. pick something or I will". He ordered his deep intimidating voice seeking through his demand. "Fine"! I rolled my eyes and then scanned the food on the menu. My face scrunched up in disgust as my eye looked over the prices. "What is wrong"? I jumped a bit startled at his voice. "These prices are too pricey". He looked at me clearly amused which made me annoyed. "What"? I asked irritated. "You do realise we own this hotel hmm"? He hummed. "whatever". He sat down on the couch grabbing his phone and laptop. "Pick something". He sounded more frustrated now. "I swear if you make me ask for the fifth time I will order the entire menu". He growled. 

"Fine". I huffed. "can I just have the club sandwich please". I mumbled avoiding his eyes. He nodded then texted something on his phone. "Anything else"? I shook my head and gazed down at my shoes. "wait". He raised an eyebrow at me his eyes lacing with amusement. "Could I have some tea please". He nodded again typing on his phone. "what sort of tea would you like"?

"any is fine". He nodded after he was done texting he opened his laptop. "it should be here in a bit". I nodded and shifted awkwardly. I probably looked like a fish out of water because I was just standing there awkwardly watching him. "what's wrong"? I coughed clearing my throat awkwardly. I don't know why I was just standing here. "Um I was- what are you doing"? His lips twitched upwards into a small smile. "working... I thought you were tired"? I rolled my eyes then sat down on the couch he was on. "I was". I looked over at his laptop which was filled with files, numbers and work. He smirked down at me before returning to his laptop writing some email or something. "Where's Vince"? His face turned emotionless and his lips turned into a frown. "He had to go to a business meeting". His tone darkened and his jaw clenched. "oh". I slumped back at the couch feeling a wash of relief on my shoulder and body. I watched Enzo closely as he continued to type on his laptop. "what are you writing"? He sighed probably annoyed about all my questions.  "I am writing an email". 

"Who too"? His lips twitched into a smile and he looked at me with a playful glare. "you ask a lot of questions piccolo". I huffed into my seat mumbling a 'whatever'. "- and what is with all your weird nicknames". His eyebrows furrowed into confusion. "What do you mean"? I rolled my eyes again. "I mean with all the weird Italian names. For all, I know you could be calling me a stinky pickle or something". He chuckled deeply and looked at me with full amusement. "perhaps I could ask you the same question with your nicknames". He hummed. "whatever... I just give nicknames to people who I think it fits". He just hummed in response and continued to work. "so, is this all that you do"? He stopped typing and looked at me confused. "Pardon"? 

"-work I mean... You are always talking business with Vince, Alex and Milo and working". He sighed heavily and typed faster on his laptop.  "I have too". He sighed. "Why"? I couldn't help all of my questions. A part of me wanted to get to know these people so badly. "Because if I want to take charge over the family business I need to work hard". I nodded understanding and a part of me understood where Enzo was coming from. I could see that all he wanted was to just make his father proud and a big part of me respect him for that. 

"Maybe I could ask you some questions"?

"no". I was quick to respond. I know I was being a hypocrite but I don't talk to people about me. I listen to others. It's just how I work. Sometimes I wish someone would push me into talking to them. Someone to knock down my wall. Someone to come and read my mind and all my pain. someone to come and rescue me. but that's impossible and it is a thing that will never happen. "did you want to watch a movie"? I wanted to say no so badly. I shouldn't let myself get close to him. This is all an act I scream at myself. But why does it feel so nice and why does my heart feel like this talking to him. "Ok". I mumbled he smiled then gave me the fancy control after turning on the fancy flat-screen tv. "pick anything you like". I gave him a small smile before scrolling through the movies. This tv has every movie you could think of. I haven't watch tv in such a long time... more specifically since dad died. Before I and dad would have movie marathons together staying up late watching Disney and kid movies. I was surprised when I found my old favourite movie. I used to watch this movie on repeat. It was my favourite movie. I watched it that many times it drove dad crazy. He used to have to bargain and beg for me to pick something else. Before I could think of what I was doing I clicked onto the movie and it was now loading. My cheeks burned in embarrassment after realising that I just pick a kids movie. Enzo probably thinks I am some baby now or something. But he didn't say anything. "what did you pick"? 

"the princess bride". His face scrunched up in confusion which only made my cheeks burn more. "Ok, I haven't watched it before". My eyes widened in surprise and my face scrunched up in disgust. "How have you not watched it before?! it is a classic"? He chuckled and shook his head. "Probably because I have grown up in a house full of boys". My face formed an 'o' shape. "Well, sunshine be prepared for this is the best princess romance movie ever". He chuckled I didn't care how childish I sounded. I was too excited about the movie and when the food came it was only better. 

Vince pov:

I was so excited when I heard that I had a daughter. But I was nervous us well the anger I felt towards Sarah my last love only grew more. I can't believe what she did to my baby girl. I can't believe that she put her in a trash can. I can't believe she put my daughter. The daughter of the Italian mafia capo in the bin and thought it was a good idea to hide her from me. I can't believe she had the nerve to do that to the Italian mafia princess. When I first saw her my heart broke her. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but the young girl who was in front of me was far from whatever thought. She was tiny she had looked and her small scrawny frame under her big baggy clothes only made her look smaller. I thought when I saw her she would be a broken girl. Who I would have to pick up all the pieces. But how she acted certainly surprised me at most. 

For how fiery and how she is so quick to anger I at first thought she would be like Louis. But she isn't she is completely different from the boys. Her guard is always 100 ft tall all the time and she is constantly shutting people out. It makes me feel even angrier about how little she trusts us. I am not angry at her I am angry at Sarah. If she was still alive by god she would have to live underground in hiding. If she wanted to keep safe from me. because I am unsure of what I would do if I saw her.  What pains me, even more, is that she doesn't see me as her father Instead she hates me. seeing how hard it was for her to acknowledge me as her father to her friends makes me feel so many emotions. Heartbreak is one of them.  I have always wanted a baby girl and now that I have one I will never let her go. 

But she seems like she doesn't want anything to do with me. which only frustrates me to the core. I would do anything in this world to get her to see me as her father. I wish so badly that she let me in. I want to so badly get to know my baby girl. I want to know her wishes her wants to her greatest fears. I want to protect her from the bad world I have come to know. I will never let her live the life I did. 

"I am sorry Vince if I had known that one of my workers had your daughter. I would have got her and brought you to her straight away". Shawn says. Shawn is my old childhood best friends. He is the leader to London mafia and his mafia has being a great ally for generations. "I know it just frustrates me that she has had to live that life in a s**t hole with drug dealers". I run my hand through my hair frustrated. "That Mike has only caused problems and constantly has messed up. He now is paying for all his mistakes". I nod to understanding Shawn's frustration. In our own mafia, no one dares to mess up or mess with our mafia because we don't give second chances. We kill them on the spot after being tortured and taught a lesson. "Yes, he should be pleased that is all he is getting". I take a sip of the bourbon lingering the taste and the burn in my throat before I swallow. "so what is she like"? 

I tell him about all about Breanna telling him how I caught her smoking and how she constantly acts. he is one of my closest friends. he chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "you know who she sounds like"? I scrunch my face in confusion. "who"? 

"she sounds like you when you were younger". I shake my head at that. I wasn't like that when I was younger. Right?

I agree I had a troubled childhood with my father. My father was always such a sick twisted man who never knew the true meaning of being a father. He never saw me as his son only saw me as a worker an heir. He never showed me any kind of love or nurture. Only cruelty and only trained me. he trained me day and night. Fighting for me to be the best. I would come home with whip marks and bruises and the only kindness and affection I got were from my mother. My mother was such a sweet and beautiful woman. She hated my father and her only wish was for me and her to get out of there. But when father found out her plan of escape he killed her and made me watch as she took her last dying breath. I made a promise to her that day. I promised her that no matter what I will never be my father. That if I had kids I will shower them with love, kindness and nurture. That I will be the man that my father could never be. 

When I was younger I was beyond cold-hearted, unforgiving and closed off. I never talked to anyone and I always shut everyone off. I only did that because I never wanted to show my true self. I never wanted to show my pain and my secrets. I did everything I could to hide the pain of the rejection and abuse of my father and the grief of my loving mother. But Breanna... if she is really like me... which to god I hope not. Because if she is like me.it only makes me wonder... what is she hiding?