Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Chapter 162

MASSIMO

We sat over breakfast. By me, I was referring to the three of us; I, father and mother. I struggled hard to eat some food, I didn’t want him noticing that I wasn’t myself, but he kept on making matters worse.

I sat at the head of the table, directly opposite him while Mum sat at his right side. He claimed I had earned a spot at the head of the table.

Staring down at my breakfast of eggs, sausages, bread, pancakes and maple syrup, tea and some french toast, I kept on trying to drown father’s voice.

“You made me proud yesterday Massimo, it’s good you finally decided to be useful.” On a normal day, those words would be as precious as dear life, I had been longing to hear him say that since forever and now that he did, I didn’t really care about it.

“I bagged two deals at the coronation yesterday, the people were impressed by my choice which is you, I really -” he continued, talking with his mouth full of all kinds of food. Father hardly talked at the table, but today it was like he couldn’t stop, like there was a remote that kept on controlling his speech.

All I wanted was some peace and quiet, I wasn’t interested in knowing how “excellently” I had performed, Gladys’s words still weighed heavily on my heart.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“That reminds me. I heard even Zino came to congratulate you.”

I dropped my fork unto the plate at the mention of this. Zino, his words, his threat, his face; they all scared me even without his presence.

“I think Luciano is alive,” these words have been ringing in my ears ever since Gladys uttered them.

He would never forgive me, ever. I stabbed him, I tried to kill him, Luciano would never forgive that. I was sad, angry at myself, scared of Zino and Luciano too. A lot of emotions were running around in my head.

“Did you not bear me,” father banged the table hard, scaring me. Apparently, he had been talking about something and I wasn’t listening. “You’ve been acting so lost, pay attention boy,” he scolded.

“Your voice was low, I also didn’t hear you,” mother interfered on my behalf. Her voice was equally low and shaky, she was pretty much the same as she was at the party.

“Fine,” father muttered through gritted teeth with his fists clenched. He seemed extremely pissed.

I picked up my fork and continued to eat, paying some attention now; pissing off father wasn’t on my to-do list for the day.

“Well I was inquiring about your study plan. Have you requested a transfer to Italy or would you be homeschooled?” He asked.

“Yes I have processed it,” I lied. I couldn’t risk telling him the truth and making him even angrier. He went back to his food and I was more than relieved.

“Process your study,” I made a mental note to myself.

I took a sausage from the plate and my mind drifted back to Luciano. I remembered the jokes we would make about sausages and how we used to laugh together, how did we get here? How did we get to the point where I had no option but to stab him? Just how?

The table shook. There was an even fiercer bang this time, father was reeking of anger.

“I should listen,” I told myself. I looked in his direction and nodded slowly before going back to the food I was trying to finish.

“Luciano,” his voice thundered across the table. Apparently, he was expecting a reply and not a nod to the question I didn’t even hear him ask.

“I told you you’ve been talking a bit low,” mother interrupted.”I equally can’t hear you well,” she tried to defend me but instead earned herself a splash of water on her face.

There was no doubt that father was in rage as he picked up his glass of water and threw it on her face while she was speaking.

Turning to her, I half expected him to land her a slap across the cheek, but instead he began to shout. “You’ve been this way since he came back, you’ve been working hard to gaslight me. What have I ever done to you?” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

I sat at the table, fork in hand watching the drama unfold. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do well until he tries to touch her or lay a finger on her; then I would rip him to shreds.

“Aren’t you happy with the family? Aren’t you? Answer me,” father kept on shouting with his face turned to her and a clenched fist resting on the table like it was going to fall through the glass anytime soon.

“I am,” she smiled. The fakeness of that smile couldn’t be mistaken, it was obvious that she wasn’t happy, she had never been. “I am happy with the family,” she continued.

I noticed her shake as father’s eyes peered deep at her like it had some sort of lasers that could take off her entire skin. She was shaking so much in his presence, I couldn’t see any love bond between them.

“You’d better be,” father replied her rudely and I decided I had seen enough of this.

Dragging out my chair just before he turned to me, I got out of the dining and began to walk away.

“Massimo, Massimo,” father called out, but I didn’t stop. “Get back here this instant.”

I took slow, calculated strides in the direction of the stairway. There was no wan I would go back to that table if it meant I had to look at his face. It was just pathetic the way he treated mother and I couldn’t stand any of it.

“When were you planning to tell me about Tiffany’s baby and Luciano suspected to be alive? When? Because I’ve been patiently waiting.”

These words did the trick. I halted to an abrupt stop.