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Ultimately, my father told me not to let lust become my downfall. Hadn't it led to my destruction now? A careless mistake had changed his plans entirely from standing by his father's side and plotting the ruin of the Saconne family to retreating in secrecy along with Aryana and our unborn child.
At first, I had been resentful, but the resentment had dwindled over time, and I had grown accustomed to the situation. With the discovery of my feelings, it didn't seem so bad anymore, especially when coupled with the awesome sex we had, but I could only speak for myself. I didn't know what her feelings toward me were. Did she still resent me? Did she still resent the circumstances she was in? Did she perhaps resent living with me?
Maybe I had truly allowed lust to be my downfall.
I chuckled to myself. I never thought I would find myself in such a predicament. I could already feel a headache approaching from how hard I was thinking. I usually only ever had to think so hard about matters related to my family and its business, not the heart.
When I thought of taking a shower and retreating for the night, my phone rang from somewhere on my bed. I frowned, wondering who it could be. I knew it was not my father. Before we left, he commanded me not to contact him unless he initiated it first. As the Don of the Romano family, there was no telling when his phone could be monitored despite all the precautions. It was never good to be overconfident.
As much as I missed my father and wished I could talk to him and tell him everything I was going through, I couldn't.
My phone rang again, snapping me out of my depressed state. I picked up my phone and saw that it was Tony. I wanted to know if I was to feel relieved or worried. What could he be contacting me at this time for?
"Fratello. What happened?" I asked.
"Open the door."
I stared at my phone blankly for a few seconds before I kicked into action, my mind already conjuring terrible scenarios. I rushed down the stairs and opened the door to see my twofratellistanding on the other side.
"Tony, Marcello…what happened?" I demanded, worry visible in my voice.
The two of them entered the house without responding. When I closed the door and looked at them, I saw them with their guns cocked and ready.
What are you doing?Cosa sta succedendo?” Their actions left me at a loss.
"Are you all right,Alessandro?" Tony spoke first.
I was confused, and I was sure my expression showed it. Seeing my reaction, they realized that there was no danger and slowly put their weapons away.
"Did something happen?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Is there something I do not know?"
"You're the one we should be asking." Marcello retorted.
I was a little perplexed. "Why would you think there was something wrong?"
"You called me earlier today," Tony spoke slowly. "I picked up the call, and you seemed worried. Before you could tell me what the problem was, you suddenly hung up."
Oh.
That was right.
"I called you several times, but you did not respond. We would have come immediately, but we were occupied and couldn't leave as soon as we wanted."
I called Tony for help when I discovered Aryana had left the house. Still, upon seeing her enter the house, I cut the call immediately, focusing only on Aryana.
"Mi dispiace. I apologize. It had been a false alarm."
"What exactly happened?" Marcello came and put his arm around my shoulder.
Seeing how they had rushed here for me because they had assumed I had been in trouble made me feel grateful to them. Apart from my father, Tony and Marcello were the only ones I was close to. I trusted them with everything. They were my second and third in command. They had my back, and I had theirs. My father wasn't here for me to confide the struggles in my head too, but myfratelliwas here.
So, I explained everything to them. From the clashes between myself and Aryana to her leaving the house irrespective of the dilemma we were in, so when she came, and we fucked on the couch, to the feelings I was conflicted about.
Throughout my account, we had relocated to the kitchen, where Marcello had dug through the cupboards and found a Chianti bottle. He distributed it amongst the three of us, and soon enough, we were seated at the kitchen table, drinking and talking like the good old days.
By the time I had finished recounting everything I had to, we were halfway through the bottle. Tony only took one glass because he drove himself and Marcello back to Manhattan. They couldn't afford to stay, which was a shame.
The first one to break the silent deadlock was Marcello, who opened his mouth after drinking from his glass.
