(NFTMB)Chapter 42
Alessandro
(Fabiano Strikes Again)
“What the fuck is your problem, Fabiano!”. I said, banging my hand on the table.
“What did I do now?”. He said in a whiny irritating voice.
This man knows how to irritate me to no end. I just crave and obsess about killing him all day.
I want to see the light leave his eyes. I want to watch him take his last breath. I want to feel the warmness of his disgusting blood on my hands.
I only fantasize about murdering him. Day in, day out.
It’s an intense and obsessive fantasy. And I won’t rest until I see it come to pass.
“Alessandro, I heard of your extracurricular activities”. He said excitedly while popping a grape into his mouth.
Psychotic dipshit.
“What are you going on about?”. I asked him seemingly having no time for his stupid games.
“You and the Russians. They’re onto you now, nephew. You killed their princess. You’re getting more popular day by day”. He laughed like a hyena clapping his hands together like a maniac while the rest of the table looked at him like the brain dead idiot he was.
“Alessandro, what is he talking about?”. Mother asked, setting her cutlery down.
“Oh my! She doesn’t know? How much about yourself do you hide from your family, Alessandro? It’s unhealthy”. He said.
I eyed him in boiling rage as my hand tightly gripped the fork.
“I found out we had a rat in our camp and it was Greg, he was selling information about us to the Russians. He has a son with their mafia princess”.
“Greg? That’s unbelievable. He always seemed so loyal”. Bianca said in disbelief.
“I’m as surprised as you are, Bianca”. Mother said in surprise.
“Yeah, well he was the rat so I had to take care of him. And I also sent a message across to the Russians that we weren’t to be messed with”.
“That’s a relief. I remember when you said they sabotaged your shipment. That is so unbelievable that Greg was behind all that”. Mother said.
“Seems hard to believe but I’m not someone who is easily surprised”.
“Hello? Are you people deaf or just plain dumb? I’m telling you he killed their princess. He fucking chopped off her head!”. Fabiano shouted.
“My God”. Bianca said immediately covering her mouth with her hand as I suspected that she was about to throw up.
“Alessandro? What is this he is saying?”. Mother asked in that voice I didn’t like as a kid.
It always meant, don’t lie to me.
As if I would lie about something that I derived so much joy and pleasure from.
“Yeah it’s true. Since they were lovers, why not go down as lovers too? Besides, she is the reason he turned on us. I can’t let her and that thing they both created go scot free. They all had to pay”.
“What are you talking about? What did you do to the baby?”.
“This is getting pretty intense pretty quickly. God, I love you guys”. Fabiano said, clasping his hands together in excitement.
Just you wait, Fabiano, I’ll kill you too.
“I gave him away. I sent him off to the Spanish mafia. I told them he was a gift”.
“You gave a child away?”. Mother asked
“Yes. I sent him to the Spanish mafia to be raised as a slave in their camp”.
“You gave a little child away knowing that one day they will find out who he truly is and what his grandfather did to them? You have really crossed the line this time. This is heartless, Alessandro! They will kill him”. Mother said.
I don’t fucking care about Greg’s bastard son. The Spanish could as well kill him now. I don’t give a fuck.
“Well, that’s their business now. He’s out of my hands now and the situation is also out of my hands. Case closed. Let the Russians launch an attack, we’ll be ready for them”.
“Good God! This is a child we’re talking about here, Alessandro! A baby! This is inhumane and cruel! How can you do something like this? I’m appalled”.
“I’m still quite in shock, mother”. Bianca said, rubbing her hands on her arms to get rid of the goosebumps.
“Me too, dear. I literally got goosebumps after hearing the news. My heart ached for the little family. Such cruelty!”. Fabiano said.
This douchebag doesn’t feel anything, instead he’s making fun of them. He’s mocking their sad fate.
Amara walked downstairs with a sorrowful face as she dashed into the kitchen without looking at us.
I knew something had happened upstairs.
Victoria happened.
Which reminds me, Valentino isn’t down still. He’s probably with Victoria.
“That boy you cruelly gave away might as well have been the same age as your son, Alessandro. Now, imagine I’d someone gave Matteo away to the Russians as a slave. How would you feel? You harm another person’s but protect yours? You’re really your father’s son, aren’t you?”. Mother said.
“You all have always seen me that way anyways”. I said with a shrug
She rose up from her seat while wiping the corners of her mouth before dropping the napkin on the table.
“Excuse me. I’ll be retiring for the night”. She said before leaving.
“Me too. I’m exhausted”. Bianca said before rushing after mother.
“Now you’ve made your mother mad. Look at all this food, now a waste. All because of you, Alessandro”. He said.
I rose up from my seat to take my leave as well.
“Ahh, looking for Victoria? Perhaps you’re seeking a warm hole tonight? Somewhere to ease your mind? There’s another in the kitchen you know”. The disgusting old pervert said.
“Stay away from me, Fabiano. Don’t force my hand!”.
I figured Victoria would be with Matteo so I immediately made my way to my son’s room.
I could hear them talking from down the hall. She laughed in a loud, genuine and carefree way. I’ve never heard her laugh so loud before.
I doubt I have actually seen her laugh.
“No, you’re prettier. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen”.
Interesting.