BILLONAIRE ROMANCE

Family burden

(CAPITULO 2 CARGA FAMILIAR)

Massimo.-

To say that this situation doesn't annoy me to the point of completely exhausting me would be lying to myself, I have a reputation, a legacy, being in the park with your grandfather is not a sign of authority, the mere fact of walking through this filthy place makes me it makes me sick, my shoes are getting covered in dirt and moss, the children running and screaming around give me a headache, maybe it seems like a usual, serene and normal situation, but it is not for I.

— Massimo — Nonno's voice stopped my thoughts, alerting me completely

—Yeah? — I said, trying to ignore what was happening around me.

— I have to tell you something earnest, and I need you to listen to me carefully — that made me look in his direction with confusion, a look that didn't hold me, since he was looking at the ground, with his hands together behind his back, walking slowly

— What's wrong, Nonno? I said, this time with real concern.

His expression of him looked dull and somewhat sad, for a few seconds it seemed that he would say something, but he closed his mouth, his expression of him changed from one moment to the next, and he looked at me gently.

Nothing, they are, I'm fine. I just… wanted to know about you, that's all.

— You're certain? That answer did not inspire me with complete confidence.

“I am, Piccolo,” he said with a small smile. “I… we don't see each other like we used to before.”

— I know Nonno, I just… I've been a little busy, that's all.

“How much is more important than spending time with your grandfather?” He replied, looking in my direction.

And here it is, the conversation I've been trying to avoid all morning has arrived.

—Who said that there is something more important than you, grandfather? I said, with feigned surprise and pain.

He smiled audibly — You're not fooling me, Massimo, I'm already being a hindrance to you and the things you want to achieve, I can see it.

—Of course not Nonno, you know it! — I said that effusively, the truth is that I was right, it was already annoying me to be in this place talking about nonsense, nonsense

— I have created a multi-million dollar company in one of the most unprofitable countries, earning my living with strategies and cunning, I am not a Massimo i***t.

— That does not mean that you bother me

— It means that I know everything long before you manifest it, running away from me doesn't make you intelligent if you wanted to please me to get what you want, don't you think?

That took me surprised.

"Huh?" — I looked confused

— I know what you want me to die soon to obtain the maximum inheritance and to make your own, I'm not a fool Massimo.

Did he just say what he heard? I stopped dead, staring at him.

— No, I don't…

— You're a D'Angelo — He stopped me suddenly to affirm his words — We tend to be ruthless and little sentimentalists, the only real thing for us is always and will be money, just as I raised and educated your father, I did it with you, that's what he did that he abandoned you completely alone to achieve his goals — I widened my eyes in surprise, Leonardo D'Angelo is right here, talking to me about this, it will seem strange, but I have never heard him mention this topic, much less my father's… Ice I passed away, I couldn't see him shed a single tear, nothing… he was empty, that he spoke of that with so much nostalgia and pain was strange for me — Just like Isabelle, your mother, she had such a pure heart, kind, smiling and friendly, all those The shine that she kept was darkened by greed, power, money, the desire to achieve something greater, life ceased to have the meaning it had for her, to be replaced by money — a small, unconvincing smile escaped her lips — money… damn money, I used to think that the words “money doesn't bring happiness” were a f*****g joke of the system to make you romanticize poverty , decadence, to make you believe that being starving with no future was okay so that I was forced to achieve it on my own, I thought to myself “that is real happiness”—I look at myself suspiciously, with a sad face – But not Massimo… the sad thing about this – I look towards the floor, just to his shoes — the sad thing about this is that… you only notice that it's a farce when you have it, I… tried so hard to get the money that I wanted so much that… I lost my life, I… I have nothing… my only son died and I just… I couldn't feel anything… I educated you to make you a son of a b***h — that made my eyes wide in surprise — but… only until now I can see the damage I've caused you are… you… you have time Piccolo.

He took my shoulder forcefully, I looked at his hand positioned gently on my shoulders, seconds later he took me forcefully in a hug… I was frozen, so much so that I could not reciprocate that act of his towards me, since this was the first time something like this had happened. It happened to me, this strange contact was not familiar to me, so I tried to move away quickly, trying to come to my senses, I looked at him for a few seconditions, totally out of control.

— You… you have seen

You have lived your life, you have destined something, and you have achieved it, you have lived your mistakes and your victories, you are not the one to tell me how I should live, money means nothing to you now, but to me, it means everything, so I strictly forbid depriving myself of what is mine just to improve your quality of life, it is none of my business what you think of life now, but this is my destiny and I will do with it what I really see fit

That came out of me so naturally that it was strange to me, for a moment, I wanted to retract my words, but, on the other hand, I wanted to keep them, so I raised my face with authority.

— Massimo… I just…

— You said, well, I am a D'Angelo. — Continue – Ruthless and not very sentimental, the only real thing for us is always and will be money – I approached him threateningly – You can't change me—I placed my index finger on his chest and continued – neither can you, now stop talking about that s**t about happiness and life, you don't have the role.

I turned abruptly to withdraw from that damn place and continue on my way, when I heard his authoritative voice

"Massimo D'Angelo," he said forcefully.

I stopped abruptly, I closed my eyes tightly, I remembered so many moments in my life where I had only been willing to do what Don D'Angelo wanted me to do, not this time.

I turned to him, anger framed on my face, clenching my teeth and jaws, I stepped closer again and said.

— I'm not a Leonardo D'Angelo child, you can't intimidate me. Not anymore.

His face reflected fear, his hands trembled as did his lower lip.

"What have I done?" He said in a small whisper.

I smiled audibly, leaned close to his ear from him, and answered his question from him.

- A monster...

I heard small desperate gasps come from his lips from him, I turned instinctively and continued on my way.

— Massimo… son — Wild screams were heard more and more distant

I pressed my fists to my sides and set out to continue on my way, I was not going to stop.

"Sir, sir, are you alright?"

The desperate voice of a woman immediately alerted me, I stopped and turned to see how Nonno was on the ground, hyperventilating, with his hand pressing hard on his chest, I remained motionless for a few seconds, looking at that scene.

— Chiama emergenza — alarming screams were heard around

People were running around, pushing me in the process.

— Massimo… — Nonno's barely audible voice made me see reason

It was what I needed to react, so I ran towards him

— Nonno Leonardo, Nonno — Apart from the crowd that surrounded him, his face was pale, devoid of any brightness, I kneeled in front of him to try to revive him — Come on Nonno, please… — I began to perform different maneuvers, but… nothing worked, I began to get desperate and tried to hit his chest with my fists — Leonardo, don't do this s**t to me… — my attempts to revive him became much clumsier, I noticed that he did not respond to my pleas, nor to what he did, a heartrending scream came out from my mouth, seconds later, some men took me by both arms and pulled me away from him, they approached to place their fingers on his neck, seconds later they looked at each others, shaking their heads, that made me jump up—What? ?… that… what does that mean?

– This man is dead, sir.