Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

Soon the foods were shared around. Everyone were busy fetching into their plates, voices and sounds of cutleries mixed together on the long table.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I on the other hand had no interest on the lots of Italian dishes my mother had put together. With my father’s constant gaze at me, I knew there was more about my presence here tonight than merely having dinner and meeting some long lost family.

” So!” Martello cuts through the silence, his head turned to me as he addressed me “tell us how you’ve been fairing, Logan. I heard you run the biggest cult the world’s ever seen, taking after my cousin brother, Santiago”

I tilted my head so I could face him properly since we were seated along the same side on the table. I hated that he called it cult. He made it sound so bad. But oh well, what can I say? I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone thought I was bad or doing something bad. What matters was the fear it instilled in them. That was exactly what Santiago taught me.

Throwing him a nice smile, I picked up a raspberry and popped it into my mouth, then replied “you’ve heard quite correctly, ahm…” I pretend to be struggling with his name.

“This is my cousin, Martello Swarez.,” My father cuts in to the rescue, his posture unwavering “you haven’t met him before. He lives in Louisiana with his family. As you may have known, this is his wife,” he points to Elena ” and their two children Katerina and Felicie”

“How lovely having you at the table with us tonight” I replied, faking it. I knew my father was going to continue making the unnecessary introduction around the table and that was my least concern here tonight so I made sure to skip that by pushing a question forward before he could say another word “tell me father, why did you want me here so badly?”

Heads turned but I remained stoic. Enough with the pretense and get on with it man.

After the much needed silence, my father replied “we’re gathered here today in respect to my baby brother’s death.” I felt my nerve slow calming down as I saw through the coldness and emptiness in his blue eyes. How they shared the same eyes. “Santiago was dear to me even through out our bad days. What’s brothers without a little bit of fights and quarrel?” My eyes made a quick shufty across the table to Dylano. He did the same too, causing our eyes to meet just for a split second before looking away.

My father raises his wine glass ” during his funeral, you were broken Logan, ” he continued “too broken to even look your mother or anyone in the eyes. I knew and understood how much my brother meant to you. You were driven by pure hate and anger at the moment and as a result, we never had the time to share this grieve as family. You are here tonight, so that we could pay our respects and give our condolences” with a slight nod, he puts his glass to his lips and sipped his wine. The rest of the family does the same while I just sat there, watching them.

Tears brimmed at my eyes but I couldn’t show them how much his death weakened me.

“Thank you for showing me your condolences,” I finally spoke, a smirk lining my lips to not give the obvious away “but I would hunt down his killer and make him pay”

“You’ve been doing that for… two years? As we’ve heard” the other man who had walked in with Dylano at the last minute spoke.

Turning to look at him, I replied impatiently “yes. It may have taken me a lot of time but his days are accurately numbered from now on ”

Silence drew in again, stretching across the table like a thick fog.

“My brother had left in your name a huge amount of his properties” my father finally broke the ice, mentioning the one reason why he had me seated at this table tonight.

My lips lifted in a long smile. Finally…..

“Oh he left everything to me”

“Orders must be taken, the will must be altered” he said, his eyes finally reaching mine and settling there. I stared back into his darkened, fathomless eyes. Yes, his true self was finally coming out.

“What is it you propose father?” I asked, leaning back onto the chair, like an audience just about getting entertained.

“I do not know why Santiago left everything to you but we seek you make immediate adjustments where necessary and have some of his money shared with your brother and the rest of the family ”

Flinching from the chair like it suddenly burnt my skin, I leant over the table, my eyes pouring into his and replied coldly “now tell me why I should do what you want father? ”

“Because I am the deceased brother and I have every right ”

“You’re not his wife or child, so tell me what exactly gives you that amount of right?” I replied tenderly, showing no form of anger.

I saw my father chunck down a large amount of air, leaning back on his chair to look properly at me.

“When your brother was alive, did you ever show any form of love or support to him? You casted him out, just as you did me.,” I gritted my teeth as the anger started to surface “Santiago gave me all he gave me because he saw me as a person. He took me as his own son. Something you couldn’t even do”

“Logan!” He screamed my name across the table. But I don’t stop. Because I loved the anger I saw in his eyes. I loved getting him crazy.

“You’ve always wanted him dead, didn’t you?” I pushed “only you didn’t expect to have this turn of events”