Chapter-28

"Luca will you tell me? What should I do?"

I ask luca for the umpteenth time about how to make kuhu feel special.

He just smiles and leans back on the couch spreading his arms wide.

"Fratello finally you realised my potential. I told you one day you will realise how much you need me and that I was born for a great cause."

"Great cause?"

I question

"Cognata's happiness. It is more than great."

He answer and I nod at his response. Atleast he still have a few brain cells left in him.

"Now stop with the blabbering and tell me."

I tell him bored of this conversation.

I want to know the answer so that I can work on it immediately.

"See this is a selfish world. It works on transections and even though I'll die for you fratello but I have to worry about my expenses. I am not rich like you."

He then proceeds to fake cry.

Ugh why the hell am I putting myself with this idiot.

"Buggati La voiture Noire."

I take the name and his crying stops.

He fixes his posture and sits straight.

Adjusting a fake tie and moving back his hair he utters.

"Lets get down on business fratello."

I just nod.

"A date night."

He says

"A date night?"

I question.

"Yes, fratello you have to take your woman out on dates, make her feel cherished, provide for her and appreciate her."

I nod listening to him keenly.

"To be very honest with you. You have been quite unfair to cognata from the beginning."

"Unfair, how?"

I ask

"You never asked what she wanted. You kidnapped her, kept her forcefully with you and don't ask what she wants. That is unfair."

A sense of guilt brims my heart realising how wrong I have been with her. I never paid attention to all this.

"You never told her about her position. She must feel like a hostage with you. If you want her to be my cognata you need to ask for permission."

"You have to date her first, ask her to be your girlfriend and then propose her."

Is this the sane stupid luca. He is making so much sense right now.

"You are right luca. I have been selfish all along. I have to fix things."

I say genuinely concerned on fixing my mistakes.

"Exactly. Take her on a date and ask her first to be your girl."

"Yes. I will but where do I begin? What should I do first?"

"See first you...

"Capo. You're father is here."

Angleo interudes us and enters the room.

"Padre"

(Father)

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"There you are my son."

My father opens his arms for a hug on seeing me enter the hall.

I just put my hands in my pocket and give him a look of displeasure.

"Oh, you are the same. No love for your padre."

He says dropping his arms back.

"What brings you here?"

I ask cutting all this bullshit.

"Can't I come to see my son. Don't I have this much right on you."

He says

"No you don't have any right on me. Be grateful that I am allowing you to be here and not throwing you out."

"I am your father. Give me respect."

He says raising his voice.

"Respect is earned padre not given."

I see my father's expression shifting to an angry one. His face is fulshed.

Suddenly a smirk appears on his face and he utters

"That bitch should have died when she was pregnant with you."

My hands ball into fists and I pace forwards coming face to face with my father.

I look down at him due to me being a bit taller.

"Call my mother bitch again and I'll make you cry like a bitch in pain."

I see a flicker of fear in his eyes. He knows he messed it when he brought my mother in.

"You know I am a man of my words."

"Padre."

I spat angrily.

"She made you weak and I strong."

He says poiniting to himself.

"You made me nothing and keep my mother out of the conversation. If not the consequences will be dire."

I say my tone turning darker on hearing him bridging my mother again in the conversation.

He takes a deep breath and says

"Fine. I just came here to ask what happened at Moretti's?"

I smile and tell him

"No need to worry about them. Marriage is fixed."

I say and leave the hall not in the mood for this drama. He already has triggered me all he could.

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I scrunch the paper in my hand. My father's words still hung up in my brain.

Is it fucking necessary for him to always try and ruin something important for me?

I look around and see the havoc I wrecked in my office when I came back here after leaving my father.

He always gets on my nerves.

The broken glass on the ground, scattered papers, table lying upside down and the blood drops on the ground.

My eyes move on to my bleeding hand. The blood drops falling slowly from my hand onto the ground staining the carpet om the floor.

But I don't feel the pain. Just feel a soothing numbness which relieves me of my troubled mind.

I open the drawer of my desk, take out a cigar and light it. Putting it between my lips I draw in the the familiar nicotine favoured smoke. As it fills my mouth and my tongue tastes the bitter sweet taste, I let out the smoke. Resting my head back on the chair looking up at the ceiling watching the smoke disppear.

Fuck, he still gets me. Even after all these years.

I hear the sound of the door unlocking but don't look to see who it is. A few steps are heard and then I hear a sweet voice

"Lorenzo."

This makes me turn my head in her direction. I look at my innocent angel standing by the door with a worried yet sacred look on her face.

And as she sees me the sacredness overpowers but still she takes a step in my direction.

My brave girl.

I don't say anything just look at her coming closer to me in babysteps. My eyes moves from her angelic face to her ample breasts pressing tightly aginst the top she is wearing, down to the skirt tracing the curve of her hips.

I bite my lips looking at this goddess walking towrads me.

Finally my medicine is here.

She comes till the edge of the desk and gulps looking at me. I bet my eyes are all red, lips swollen due to biting and hair all messed up. I must look miserable.

Her eyes falls on my bleeding hand and she immediately makes her way around my desk. She comes near me and takes my bleeding hand in her own.

"You cut your hand."

She hisses looking at the deep cut.

"You need to bandage it."

She then looks around to find something.

My eyes are focused on her plump pink lips moving so wonderously. I want to bite them and taste them. My throat dries on seeing them. I bring my own tongue out and wet my drying lips.

She is saying something I don't know what.

But I feel her taking the cigar from my hands and she puts it down on the ashtray.

A strand of hair espaces and falls on her face. I instantly push it back.

She looks at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. My hand now cups her face while my thumb lazily tarces her lips.

"They work like an aphrodisiac."

I say while pulling her lower lip down with my thumb.

My voice rough from the smoking.

"Can I taste them?"

I ask her looking up at her eyes while my own begs her to say yes.

"But you need treatment."

She says

"You know what my treatment is at this moment? It's you."

"I want to kiss your lips, till all my lips know is your touch. I want to feel your soft curves with my hand till all my hands know is your feel. And I want to lick your pussy till all my tongue know is your taste."

"So sweetheart, may I have this pleasure of kissing your lips?"