TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL
—-Flashback—-
"Mom do you think dad will like it?" I asked looking at her with uncertainty. She had her arms crossed as she looked ahead at the car in front of us. It was jet black with red lining on the doors. The windows were tinted and the seats were made of leather.
"Of course he will...just look at it." My mom grinned. I smiled. The car was for fathers day and it was also a replacement for the car I wrecked. Mom and I went for a drive and I just couldn't control the car and ultimately it was destroyed beyond repair.
My dad was pissed to such an extent he swore profusely but eventually he calmed down and he and my mom went out for dinner. My mom didn't even give a shit. I did feel pretty bad about it because he loved his cars.
"I just don't know how you can't drive. I'm very good at driving." Mom chuckled. I looked at her, she was the best mom one could ask for. I grew up in the Mafia world but it never felt scary or too much to handle for I had my mom and dad at my side.
"You can't drive mom. Everyone knows you can't." I grinned at her. Anyone else would have got a dirty look from her but not me. She has always said that I was the most precious person in her life.
"All right all right. Let's go wait inside for your dad." She chuckled and ruffled my hair. I sighed and tried to neaten my hair once more.
We ate while we waited. My dad was out for some business abroad and had been for the past week. I was now old enough at eleven to know more about our business, the work and what I would be doing one day. It did not frighten me, not one bit.
"That fucking bitch..he just pisses me off all the fucking time." Mom growled as she looked down at her phone. I knew who she was talking about, there's one person she hated the most in the world and that was Marcan de Lacoźa. His sister was married to my uncle Kaden so unfortunately we had to remain on some sort of good terms.
My dad hated the man also but he had an agreement with him. He never bothered us and we never bothered him. I only saw the man once and I didn't like the way he looked at my mom. I wasn't raised to be a pussy so I confronted him which he found funny. I swore that one day I would end his fucking life. But perhaps by killing his son it would hurt him more.
"What did he do now?" I asked as I sipped on my water. "Look." My mom showed me her phone screen. There was a video of Marcan groping a woman. Upon a closer look, I saw that it was one of my moms friend. "Oh shit." I furrowed my brows. He was a fucking bastard and he didn't care about what he did. I am sure he did it on purpose to piss my mom off.
"I swear I'll kill him." My mom threatened. The warm sunshine filled the kitchen with bright yellows and soft oranges. It captured her youthful face and her blue eyes shone.
"Just who are you threatening to kill now my love?" My dads voice filled the room. Both my mom and I turned to face my dad. "Nobody." My mom smiled as she rose from her seat. My dad smiled back. This man was brutal and unforgiving. But all I could see was someone who loved me very much.
I watched my mom hug my dad for some time, she kissed his cheek and whispered something into his ear. Something I probably didn't want to know about hence why I never asked.
"Dad." I greeted and went to give him a hug. "You all right Enzo? Been looking after your mom and by that I mean keeping her out of trouble." He smirked. His face was now much more relaxed and he dropped his facade, he always did.
I nodded as we let go. "I've got you something." I grinned and walked out. My dad followed behind along with my mom. We stopped at the garage and my dad rubbed his eyes as he looked at the car in complete awe.
"Fucking hell..." He muttered as he went around to inspect the car. "Bugatti. Fuck." He smiled as he looked at me and then at my mom. "Is this to replace my McLaren you destroyed?" He folded his muscled arms.
"Maybe. Dad do you like it?" I asked. "I do. Maybe we could take it for a drive one day." He smiled as he ran his hand over the sleek hood.
We all made our way inside and we did what our family always did. We went into the gym to train. My mom wore her hair in a tight ponytail. She was dressed in a T-shirt with leggings while my dad wore only joggers.
"I'll go easy on you since it is fathers day." I smirked at my dad who was stood opposite me. "No no Enzo, you won't." He replied back and got into his stance. I did the same and we soon fought but it wasn't messy, he was training me.
"When my hold is like this, what are you going to do?" My dad asked as he had one arm around the back of my head and the other held my arms in an uncomfortable position. "I would use my leg to kick and twist my arms free." I said as I did the action.
"And what if my hold is like this?" My mom asked as she grabbed onto me and put me into a classic chokehold. "Then I would break your nose and kick your kneecaps." I replied. I struggled against my moms tight hold. Instead of actually breaking her nose, she released me.
"Shit. What's the time? I have meeting." My mom muttered as she looked at my dad. "It's almost half eight. Go. I actually have some business to attend to, Enzo can come with me." My dad said.
We soon both walked out of the house, with my dad dressed up in a suit while I wore a plain shirt, I looked up at him. "Why am I coming?" I asked with curiosity. I much rather have stayed at home but then again getting involved in the mafia is what I should be doing, no matter the time.
"I'm meeting Sebastian Cain..his son will be there. So I thought you two should meet." Dad spoke as we both entered the car. Cain was the British mafia boss, a respectable man all in all. My parents liked the man so I assumed I would too. I have never met him so I was feeling a little apprehensive about the situation.
"What is his son like?" I asked as I texted Raf on my phone. "I have no idea...Enzo it's important, do not kill or harm the boy..otherwise I'll have Cain on my ass." My dad muttered the last part.
"I won't..unless he asks for it." I smirked to myself.
The car soon stopped at a club. Typical meeting point for my dad. I've been to many clubs before so it wasn't new to me. We arrived at a club my dad owned.
We stepped out from the car and I watched my dad walk inside, his head was always held high, he bowed to no one and I did the same. The bouncers at the door let us in without uttering a word and no one dared questioned my age and whether it was appropriate or not.
Inside, it was dark with a few spotlights lighting up booths. There was a bar and poles across the room. There were half naked women giggling as they danced and kissed men. I did not stare. I was raised better and my mom would kill me if I ever degraded women.
"Cain." My dad greeted a tall man. He looked neat and clean cut in a tailored suit. His eyes were soft but piercing. "Hernandez. It's been a while." Cain greeted my dad, his British accent enveloped every word. They both shook hands. I heard Cain ask after my mom and my dad asked after his wife.
"You must be Vicenzo. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sebastian." Cain held out a hand for me to shake. He did seem like a honourable man so I shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you too."
My dad and Cain took a seat at the booth. Before I could sit down my dad nodded subtly across at the bar. My eyes flickered to a young boy, similar to my age. Shit. I had better go and talk to him even though I couldn't care less. I walked across to him.
"Hello I'm Vicenzo." I greeted politely. The boy stood a few inches shorter than me and looked at me like I was some sort of lunatic. He didn't bother to greet me and instead snickered. "Yes you're the American bastard." The boy leered.
I don't know what his problem was but I didn't like his attitude. "So that's how it's going to be James fucking Cain." I scoffed back, venom laced my every word. I watched his thin lips curl into a scowl.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked him out of curiosity. He ran a hand though his unruly hair and looked around. "Let's not pretend to be friends. I don't like you." James scowled.
The fuck.
"Did I say I wanted to be your friend? Are you deaf? I asked if you wanted a drink." I smirked back at him. If Raf were here, he would have mocked the boy also. James sniffed and looked me up and down. The disgust in his eyes was evident.
"Two shots of vodka." I ordered at the bar. The man behind the bar knew who I was and so he placed the shots in front of me. James looked at me with wide eyes. "What's the matter? Daddy doesn't let you drink." I chuckled as I turned to face him with my shot in hand.
I tipped it into my mouth and looked him in the eyes. I did not even cough or make a face. James scowled at me and picked up his shot. One thing was clear, it was very easy to get under his skin. Perhaps I would have a lot of fun with this idiot.
I watched silently as James took the shot. He coughed and spluttered. He dropped the glass and wiped his lips with his shirt sleeve. He also swore some pretty pathetic profanities.
He was a dipshit all right. My shot was water but he did not know this. Fucking idiot. I laughed at him.
"What happened?" James' father asked him as both he and my father came up to us. He looked down at his son with a bored look. "I uh..h-he..nothing." James stuttered. He didn't want to embarrass himself. My dad looked at me and then at the shot on the bar. He knew what had happened.
We talked some more and it was clear that I hated James and he disliked me the same. Once we left the club my dad pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke in the car. "I take it you don't like the boy." He stated.
"He's a thick shit acting like he isn't." I said. My dad hummed. "Dont-" My dad started before I cut him off. "Don't kill him yeah yeah I know." But I think I just might one day.
"Enzo really I mean it. Make fun of the pussy all you like but you need to have the alliance with the British." Dad said as he tapped the ash of his cigarette onto the ash tray. He was right.
"And Marcan?" I raised a brow. My dad sucked his teeth. "I'll have a fucking word with him. He pissed your mom off and that pisses me off." He replied stone cold.
I relaxed back into the seat and sighed contently. This was my life and it was fucking perfect.
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🎉 SURPRISE 🎉
I wrote this chapter especially for Father's Day.
Love and cherish your dad.
Not everyone has a dad or he's a piece of shit and thats okay.
I love you. ❤️
This chapter was a flashback to when Enzo was 11 and why he and James Cain hate each other. And yes Ace and Alessia came back for a bit. (Enzo's parents) 🥰
Here have a wholeass bank 🏦
Thank you for your continued support
