Predestined for the mafia boss

Truth about family

Lyana

His dark eyes shine with the request I can see the relief that takes his face when he receives a chance to speak. I raise my hand to stop him from starting.

"Listening to you doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you for all these years." I declare.

The hurt inside my chest is something I do not know if I can undo even if my entire life is a lie invented by the two people I loved most.

"I wonder how much it has hurt mostly me." He stares at mine as he runs his hand through his beard.

"No, you do not have the notion of how much but mainly by my mother I will listen to what you have to say," I say firmly.

He leans against the chair supporting his arms, and seems to analyze not only my words but every one of my gestures and expressions, today, I recall the way I always believed he knew everything about me, who was the most wonderful man in the world, and would always be present until he was not until his presence became a ghost and his words were missed.

"Your mother had just finished her master’s degree in biological sciences when she received an invitation from the university where you graduated, Maria was brilliant" - He closes his eyes and realizes that he is returning to the past. "I was finishing my second degree, after all, accounting was more than necessary for the mafia and advocacy was my true passion. That was until I bumped into the beautiful brunette with dark curls and green eyes, at that moment I decided that I would break all the rules for her and pay any price just to have her with me."

His gaze falls on his hands with a certain pain as if he were remembering something that ignites a question.

"What kind of rules and what does that price mean?"

Our eyes meet, and he opens a sad smile when speaking.

"Her mother wasn’t in the mob and I didn’t want to start her so I paid the price to marry her." He gets up from the chair and turns his back his hands pull the fabric of the dark t-shirt up, so long scarred marks of strange tips appear the flesh appears to have been whipped with iron.

I sigh loudly and gasp at the hideous that I had never seen before, he quickly lowers his shirt turning. I can’t say anything, and I don’t know what to say.

"We got married that summer, I took advantage that they needed proof to be accepted as heir despite the distrust for having married a Brazilian." He walks through the room until he stops at the window with his distant gaze. "Maria finished the course and with that, I decided to expand the business, I took most of the men to Brazil with us."

"But we have lived in Brazil since I was born, we came to this country when I turned fifteen" I interrupt him with one more doubt.

His intense gaze finds me as if asking for patience to listen to the story as a whole.

"The business in Brazil grew in a way that was necessary for someone to command and nothing better than the heir of Orekhov, however, the problems began when the Italians united with a Japanese mafia, the conflicts in southern Russia became intense and his grandfather was no longer well." He takes a deep breath. "I left the command in the hands of Vladimir in Brazil and we came here, his mother and I agreed to keep her out of business for protection, so I left."

I rise from the chair completely dazed and furious.

"I don’t believe that you want me to believe this fantasy story?" I scream.

"I hope you calm down and listen to me first!" I feel my shoulders shrug before the authority in his firm voice, he snorts, and soon after I think I see a smile on his lips. "Maria always said that since you looked like me physically, then your personality would look like hers."

I swallowed the cry with this statement, Mom always said how much she was like him especially when she said she missed him just look at me it was like seeing him, At no time did she seem to feel angry even when she questioned where he should have gone or when she fought with her telling her to continue her life, she just hugged me and said that when she looked into my eyes she remembered the love she felt for him.

"We have planned everything from the location of the house to even your high school facilitating our hidden encounters and keeping life with maximum protection for both of you."

I frown at the statement as some pieces move inside my head, and I fall back into the chair.

"Is that why she always worked on Saturdays?" I question.

"Yes, it was the best day so you wouldn’t be suspicious of our meetings, during the week I could only come to the capital a few times and in those moments I liked to watch you two from afar, sometimes in the cinema other times in museums." This time he opens a singing smile. "We watched your high school prom in hiding, Maria tried in every way to convince me that everything was fine but could not leave you there with that kid."

I remember that night well how anxious I was to be accompanied by Henrich, one of the most beautiful boys in my class, it was a very important day.

"You were so beautiful. - I lift my head finding a look full of emotions. - We were programmed to tell you the truth during that dinner, Lyana."

I can see the pain in your eyes as deep as mine, five months ago I went to dinner with Mom would celebrate the achievement of the so dream Ph.D. and the new job in this hospital. During the middle of the dinner, Mom began to feel dizzy and quickly began to provide first aid but I was not able to avoid the worst. The same night he was receiving the report stating that the cause of death was a heart attack.

"I received the report and everything pointed to a heart attack," I murmur fearfully.

His gaze is as paternal as if he were still trying to explain something to the child I once went to.

"I ordered that report to keep you away from the mob, your mother’s death was like a stab in my heart couldn’t risk losing you."

When you finish speaking I can feel the truth in your voice and the worry stamped on every trace that wrinkles my father’s face.

"What has changed now? Why did you decide to appear and still have such a proposal?" I exclaim.

I won’t let him answer as I lift the distressed body by walking back and forth into the room feeling like I’m going into a panic attack. My heart races and I begin to hyperventilate the walls seem to close around me and dark spots form blurring my vision until the warm touch on my shoulders begins to attract my attention, I feel the warm embrace enveloping me until I can breathe normally.

"This is the only way to keep you protected." he declares against my head.

"You don’t just want to protect me," I respond firmly.

"You’re right, I also wish to avenge the death of your mother"

The tears cloud my eyes, wrap my arms around my father’s waist feeling that I can be sorry but nothing can erase her loss.

"I accept the proposal, avenge it for both of us." I declare accepting the weight of the truths that were hidden for so long.