Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

I woke up to a deathly headache. But as soon as I stretch and inhale, a painful unwanted memory becomes clearer to me as I stand from the bed.

I just realize I can't remember the last time I had eaten something. Emilia probably cooked breakfast and I walk towards the kitchen downstairs, only to walk into my sitting room which had Leo sitting and sipping on tea.

"Good afternoon, dear. I can see that something must not be working in your favour, but there's something I need to give you."

A frown pulled my features. "What is it?" I ask. Leo places the cup on my glass coffee table and pulls something out of his briefcase.

Curiosity blanks my face as an envelope made an appearance. He then stretches his hand out with the item in hand. "This was from the late capo."

My heart drops and I swallow, reluctantly taking it from him. My hands slightly tremble as I hold the paper in my hands. The knowledge that this held his last thoughts or feelings was making it difficult for me to be calm.

My heart ached and my chest rose in a deep breath as I exhaled slowly, running my thumb over the name of my father. 

"Open it." Leo suggests softly. Before I do, I inhale deeply and wrip it open, pulling out a cursive written letter.

Dear brat,

If you're reading this I'm probably dead by now. I'm sorry neonata, I know it was sudden.

You know, my life was a lot darker than I anticipated before you came along. I didn't mind it before, and still didn't mind. I did what I had to do.

I never believed in normal living. But it doesn't mean I never wanted to experience it atleast once in my life.

It used to be painting that made me feel more blended in the fake world of people that lived  normal lives. But becoming a father changed that.

I was always busy, yet my little girl never complained.

Killing people on the daily and coming home late and seeing you peacefully sleep, or stay up playing games, basically spending time with my kid—anytime and anywhere—was a different type of peace I could never give up for anything.

Even a second life.

Mia dea, I don't want you to be in pain. Live, stay healthy and do things that makes you happy. I know I sound gay, but the emotional shit still is still foreign to me.

Let Ares know that he's always been a son to me. I practically raised the big bastard. Make sure you tell him that I know his dream of opening a tech company. And make sure he does.

Ares doesn't have to work as a hacktivist his whole life. He's still young. And I can't leave, knowing the kid has something that could make him happier in this life.

Tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't say all this in person.

Your only parent,

Kioveyone Torrono

I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. "All of his assets were transferred to your name and account." He says simultaneously reading today's newspaper.

"Naturally, all shares in his name are yours. Next thing, you are going to take over his position of chairman in Torrono Holdings, hence becoming chairwoman." He flips a page.

And I fold the letter and place it on the glass table, sitting next to him. "So like, I'll be involved in his drug businesses?" I honestly never thought my life would come to this.