Loved By The Mafia Boss

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" Ra-Im downstairs, right now!" I hear my dad shouting from downstairs, it's not like it's the first time he shouted today, infact no, he has been yelling for the past hour for me to get downstairs for what? Have dinner? Probably, I don't mean it like I'm ignoring my only remaining bloodline or something no,

I get up in my feet and wear my slipper "yes pops, tell me, what's going on" i said quietly while walking on the wooden stairs

"Ra, how many times I'm gonna tell you not to overwork yourself while being in your room" he said while placing the fork and the spoon beside each other on the dinner table

"Pops, am I really your daughter? Because you seem to not know anything about your only daughter old man, i was up there reading romance novels" I told him while picking up a carrot piece and threw it in my mouth, then I realised his eyes begin to tear up as i said those words, realisation hit me, I should have not said that.

My father and I, never were close, we had a father-daughter relationship like a business relationship where he asked and i did whatever he asked me to, his job required him to travel alot, its not like I'm ungrateful, infact he worked so hard for us, me and mom,

Ever since mom passed away, the house lost its spark, and mom is still a sensitive topic for my father, even tho it's been a 4 years or even more,

"I'm sorry pops, don't be sad, I won't say it again" I got closer to him and handed him a tissue and he accepted it while mouthing me 'I'm not even crying'