Chapter 74 CATCHING UP

Chapter 74 CATCHING UP
ROBERTO

Constructed of the most finest of furniture, the Upper Room was one of my biggest brags.

Envied by other crime kings in the city, I was the only one who had created a room like fortress and threw a party like the world revolves around my home.

Actually it does, one of the perks being the Mafia King of Sicily.

Even the authorities bow to me. Some of them were put on my payroll and their families were loyal servants to me and I, King to them. 

With poise enough to show my supremacy, I got back to rhe Upper Room and every one welcomed me once again.

I puffed my cigar into the air and I signaled to one of the bodyguards, “Where is the boy performing  for us?” 

“He is right there, stripping for the audience. He is really putting on a good show,” he jested.

“Oh yes, he should. His wretched life depends on it!” I laughed out.

I walked towards Jojo who was busy dancing and I smirked, “God boy, keep dancing. The minute you stop, your life stips!” I warned in a harsh tone.

The others were busy drinking. I had men set a gun to his head from afar off, watching him closely. If he ever made a stop whilst dancing, he was going to get shot. Every stop attracted a bullet. It was the sweetest punishment for traitors like himself.

My eyes darted towards Lorenzo and I could see him swearing profusely even whilst under an air conditioner. 

He kept staring at his spy, who was busy dancing for his life to be preserved.

“I see you are still marveled at what is happening. I must apologize I took sk long. I went to have a good time with my beautiful wife,” I said jokingly.

“That’s something you can't relate to. You know why, uhn?” I laughed out and the everyone else stopped to listen into the conversation. 

The music lowered and the whole Mafia men laughed alongside with me as I faced Lorenzo.

“Of what do  you have to say?”

“You want me to tell your men why you don't have a wife or wait do they think you just love fucking bitches?” 

“I wouldn't even call that fuck cause you can't!!” I blurted out.

It was one story Lorenzo could never spill out to any of his men, not even the one loyal to him.

His past was messed up, and his life was a circuit for it.



“I can't wait to be at the party. It's gonna be so lit,” I heard Lorenzo speak over the phone. 

Two men in their younger years. We weren't close but brotherhood existed. Lorenzo was always having a party to attend and I, on the other hand, was stuck with handling my father loopholes, a task that wasn't so known to my stepbrother.

“You know you can't sit here all day. Not like I actually care but you and I both know our father ain't coming back till in 3 months time,” he aaid, pushing my shoulders off the balcony rails where I rested them.

“Why would you say that? He is coming later today. That was his message said,” I answered in a haste.

I was a big supporter of my Dad even though he had always failed to keep his word at the said time.

The only consolation I get most times is, him getting it done eventually. That, right there, was just enough for me. But I just couldn't say the same for Lorenzo.

He was always against Dad's decision and advice. He never believed him for once and actually, nothing really ever changed for him.

I seem to be the one hell down to earth to every of his leftovers for his work.

Lorenzo laughter out. That evil laughter of his. One he gave whenever he was about to say something stupid or worst case, something terrible.

“Say it. I know you want to say something. I'm waiting to hear it, brother. Speak,” I interrupted his sinister jesticulation.

“Oh..yeah, of course. I do have something. You are going to keep rotting both inside and outside if you keep believing Father will show up when he says he would. Its just soemthing that can never happen so stop deriving yourself!!” He said in a pretty loud tone.

I didn't say a word at first but I guess my mind couldn't take the fact that he was omewhat telling the truth so I let out in a wild tone…”Dont you dare say about father. He told me he is coming back tonight and that is why I am waiting for him.”

“If you have a party to attend and you think felling me all that would make me go, then you can leave. Just know I won't conver up for you when Father shows up,” I smirked.

Apparently, the threat didn't get to him. It was as though my words were just another round of jokes he waiting to laugh to as usual. 

“Bluff.”

“All bluff and noises!!” He said as he walked away, laughing out loud.

I frowned. 

I tightened my fists in anger. I felt like rushing towards him and hitting him so hard that he would come to senses and think about what he was about to do but then I was happy he left. 

Perhaps, this would be my time to snitch on him successfully.

And so I waited.

It was past 8pm..and I watched as the second-hand of my wristwatch moved gracefully round the circle it was caged in.

Each hour passing by and the night plunging deeper into its ordained darkness, and yet no call whatsoever.

It was already 10pm amd there was no calls or text messages. He wasn't responding to one either.

I sighed out loud…I played back the dramatic scene between I and Lorenzo and I clicked my tongue. 

“Fuck…he was right….I would keep rotting if I keep waiting on Father to show up. He never will.”

Out of shame, I got up and took a walk out of the house. I had forgotten to ask about the details of the party but somewhere in my mind, I wish I had did.

I kept walking and an areay of thoughts imprisoned my mind and I was just lost as I walked along the road.

Suddenly, I heard this booming sound coming from not to far away.

I walked towards it to knew where it was exactly and right there, I walked into an outdoor party looking like a rave. 

It was crowded with lot of high school kids and girls.

A fucking groovy celebration!

Suddenly, I felt a hand tap me from behind..”Yo…aren't you Lorenzo's brother?” 

“Stepbrother,” I corrected, wanting to pull myself away from his claws whenever people asked.

“Whatever, are you an Impotente like your brother?” One of them said, his Italian accent clearer than anyone around. He was definitely a local, I assumed.

What?

Impotente??

What are you talking about? What does that mean?