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“You can’t kill your dad,” he says, his finger hovering over the keypad.
I let out a laugh, it’s cold, detached. “Of course not. Going to jail for patricide wouldn’t be a good look.”
Michael’s jaw clenches but he opens it regardless. There’s no name attached, it’s from an unknown person. But the contents of the e-mail make it pretty fucking clear who it’s from.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Michael voices out. “He’s being blackmailed.”
“Apparently, dear old dad is hiding something from our family in relation to his wife. And the Mincetti’s want him to provide information for them otherwise they’ll expose the truth and his entire world will crumble,” I swallow, “Think this is enough to confront him?”
Michael looks up at me. “Tony-”
Before he can say his next words, I’m walking out of the room. Michael follows, his pace hurried.
“Listen to me. You need to calm down.”
“I’m calm,” I murmur. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“First off, you’re never fucking calm. Also, there’s a vein bulging in the side of your head and you’ve got this murderous expression in your eyes.”
“I’m not going to kill my dad,” I repeat in a clear voice. “In fact, I’m actually going to handle this quite maturely.”
Michael gives me a look that says he doesn’t believe me. We find my dad in the Don’s office and I walk in without knocking. Roman immediately looks up at me with a frown. Dad’s seated in the couch going through his phone, I’m guessing to delete the traitorous e-mail. But my steps falter when I catch my sister’s eyes.
“Elena,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “Get out.”
My sister snorts. “Like hell I will. What’s up?”
She doesn’t move an inch from her spot on the desk beside Roman.
“What’s going on, Anthony?” my dad questions.
I whirl around and point at him, “Not one word. Not yet!” I growl.
The air in the room chills several degrees. When I look back at my sister, the expression on her face is worried, nervous.
Roman’s staring at me in confusion. “Rome, I swear to God, if you don’t convince your wife to leave this room I’ll literally carry her and throw her out.”
Elena opens her mouth to probably tell her to fuck off but Roman places a hand on her waist. He whispers something to her and a few seconds later, she relaxes, getting to her feet.
“You’re an asshole, Tony,” she says as she passes me. but I notice her eyes flick nervously from dad to me. Once she’s gone, Michael locks the door and I turn to my dad.
“Now, it’s time to come clean, old man,” I state. “What business do you have with the Mincetti’s? And don’t even try to deny it. Michael and I read the e-mail you just got. What the hell happened to my mother? Where the fuck is she?!”
My dad’s face grows pale in a matter of seconds. He chokes on air and looks away from me. I respect Roman and Michael for not saying a word. I can’t take my eyes off my father as I wait for me to give me some form of explanation. Because right now, the conspiracy theories are running wild. And all I need more than anything is the truth.
“Tony, I-”
“The truth,” I reiterate. “Where’s my mother?”
“Sh-she’s, s-she’s de-ad,” my dad stammers.
I suck in a sharp breath. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Roman stand up and move to my side.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“Your mother’s dead, Tony,” my dad replies. He eyes me warily before getting to his feet and taking a few steps backward. I’d like to think I wouldn’t hit my own father but it’s a smart move.
I swallow softly. Okay, she’s dead. I can live with that. She disappeared, she left us and then she died. He probably should have told us but it’s no problem.
