Chapter 83 : We Had Eyes On You
Chapter 83: We Had Eyes On You
Sophie
“By telling me everything.” I said, cupping his face because I don't want him to hate himself but my words were steel.
“And promise to never hide anything again.” My thumb brushed over his cheekbone.
“And I will forgive you.” He gulped harshly.
“We should probably get Luciano and Angelo here.” I nodded.
“No laps.” I said firmly as Angelo tried to pick me up. He sighed, pressing a kiss to my forehead as grabbed a chair, pulling it closer to the edge of my bed. He sat in the middle with Luciano and Adriano on either side of him and I wrapped the blanket tightly around me.
“Whatever you want to ask, we will answer.” Luciano ran a hand through his very messy hair, not looking me in the eyes.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“How is my father tangled with the Ridoam Taghi?”
“He was broken out of the prison.” Adriano replied, looking me in the eyes
“By professor Alinco which I am sure isn't even his real name. He appeared out of nowhere a few years back.”
“Excuse me?”
“He is known as The Skull, he breaks prisoners out for Taghi and he broke your father out and your father joined them. Joining them seems to be the price he pays for his freedom.” Luciano said, drumming his long fingers on the armrest of his chair.
“Your father joined them and since then, the trouble between us and Ridoam Taghi stirred and I suspected he works closely with Racheal.” I looked down at my hand.
“H..he had scars, so many of them.” I mumbled.
“He was tortured in the prison, the man he kill, Joel..” I shivered at the mention of his name.
“He was a son of an influential man, he probably hid his injuries from you when you visited him.”
What? Again, they knew I visited my father in the prison. Great. My father must have been an easy target, he had not been a man of violence, he used to love his paintbrush and classical music. But he is like this because of me and he must be hurting Sarah because of me as well.
Ten people died because of me, Susan's cafe shut down because of me, Luciano and Adriano got hurt because of me. Joel died because of me. I looked down at my hand.
“Anything else I should know?” I looked up at them. They shook their heads.
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Adriano POV
Sophie was in my arms and finally there was no frown on her face. We were in a hummer limousine now, not one that was registered with any of our names. It looked pretty beat up from the outside but the interior was of the best kind. I looked down at her, she was tucked to my chest and her fingers playing with my hand. She was not angry anymore, but she kept asking questions, casual ones which did not do much damage. But it felt like she was asking the simple ones before she got to the big ones.
“High school?” She asked. Luciano shook his head, closing the thick book he was reading.
“We never went to high school.” He replied and she eyed the book in his hands.
“Really?” He chuckled.
“I taught myself, we all did.”
“Why didn't you go to school?” She asked and my grip tightened on her for a second. Angelo met my eyes and then Luciano.
“Our childhood was bad.” I said and that was an understatement. She looked up at me, giving me her attention. I was a sucker for her attention.
“Our father wasn't a nice man.”
“He was in the Mafia?” She asked and I nodded my head.
“Second in command, like it is now.” I replied.
“Oh, did he hurt you?” She asked again. She was definitely getting braver with her questions.
“Yes,” Angelo replied. He was the one who got the cruelty of our father the most. Luciano and I got Rachel's father's cruelty. She looked heartbroken.
“And your mother? Did she try to stop him?”
“Women in the Mafia are not allowed to speak up in the matter of men, kitten.” I looked at her and she frowned.
“That is bad,” I shrugged.
“They don't prefer to indulge themselves in the business either and women from the common world like you, are rarely bought into the mafia. Marriages are normally done for strengthening the relationship between the families.
“That sounds primitive.” She grumbled.
”Yes, it is.” Luciano agreed.
“But you know, things happen a certain way and changing tradition is something which takes time.” She set her head against my chest.
“What is your mother's name?”
“Hannah Brokenly Rizzo,” I replied. I really like my mother’s family. I just hated the damn last name which was our Mafia name and it didn't suit us.
“She was a photographer.” I added.
“The pictures in your penthouse and offices?” I hummed.
“Some of them are mine, but most belong to our mother.”
“Some are yours?” She looked excited.
“I want to see yours more.” She said, excitedly.
“As you wish.” I kissed her.
“Is Abel the third in command?” He asked. She didn't linger at the questions much, it felt like she had a mental list of the things she wanted to ask us. Able was second in command.
“He is just below us.” Angelo replied.
“We met him when we were just eighteen years old.” He nodded his head to me and Luciano.
Abel was like a brother, he had been there when we were on the run, trying to make alliances to bring our father down.
“When did you find out about my father being with the Ridoam Taghi?” She asked.
“About five months ago.” I replied, knowing what was coming.
“Oh,” she frowned.
“If it was so well hidden, how then did you find out?”
“We…” Luciano drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair.
“We had eyes on him.”
“Why?” She asked innocently. Angelo ran a hand through his hair.
“Because, we had our eyes on you.” She froze in my arms.
“What? Why?”
“The day in the cafe, when we first talked to you was not the first time we saw you.” I replied, hoping she wouldn't try to get out of my arms.
“The first time we saw you was on the first day of your university at the same cafe.” I added and she was silent.
“I know it sounds bad,” Luciano said.
“But we were mesmerized by you, princess.”
“Almost a year?” She whispered.
“You saw me almost a year before you talked to me?”
She thought we just saw her, got a little crush, left her alone and then talked to her a year after. That could not be farther than the truth.
“Yes,” Angelo replied.
“Why didn't you talk to me back then?” She asked.
“Because…” I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger.
“We thought you would be scared.”
“I was still scared of you three when you talked to me.” She mumbled.
And for the right reasons, we were everything the rumors said that we were and worse.