Chapter 101
"I know that now." Vincenzo stated.
"I'm not done talking, don't interrupt me like that." Alexander shunned. Vincenzo squeezed his face in annoyance, did his son just shun him?
"Leave my relationship out of whatever sick thing you are up to. You don't get to go pay my girlfriend to break up with me and think I won't find out. What sort of a father are you?"
"I just wanted to make sure she's right for you." Vincenzo muttered.
"Why? I don't remember both of us having that relationship that you will take it upon yourself to test my girlfriend!" Alexander half yelled.
"I just had to make sure as your father! I wanted to make sure she gives you the happiness that you deserve." Vincenzo said, palming his forehead. The last thing he wanted was to argue with Alexander.
"As my father? You don't deserve that title. You were not my father three years ago, not ten years ago and not even after mom died, you are not my father now!" Alexander said in anger.
"Go back to your ward, Alexander. This is not the time and the place to have this argument." Vincenzo replied, feeling weak all over. He wasn't prepared for this argument and he wasn't going to have it.
"You don't tell me what to do." Alexander groaned, leaning on the wall, clutching his stomach. The force in which he used to speak might have ripped the stitches out.
"Are you okay?" Vincenzo asked worriedly, reaching out to touch him.
Alexander dodged the contact "you can stop the pretence, I'm not Jacqueline that would fall for your bull story."
Vincenzo stared at him, dropping his hand to his side. "I'm guessing you heard what we said inside." He said lowly, Alexander had to strain his ears to hear.
"Wish I didn't, at least I won't have to regret all over again why I have someone like you as a father."
"Don't say that, Alexander." Vincenzo muttered.
"Like I said the first time, you don't get to tell me what to do." Alexander groaned, shutting his eyes closed. He was in pain.
"Fine, I won't tell you what to do. Just go back to your ward, focus on getting well then you yelled can at me as loud as you want to."
Alexander didn't hear the rest of what he was saying before he crashed to the floor. He groaned lifting his shirt up, the stitches wear already ripped and blood was seeping out
"You are one hell of a stubborn boy." Vincenzo shook his head, grabbing a stretcher nearby. He made to touch Alexander, but he was still avoiding contact.
"Can you stop being stupid and stubborn and let me help you." Vincenzo groaned, lifting him off the floor.
"Jeez you weigh a ton." He sighed successfully placing him on the stretcher.
"I wonder how much Alessandro weighed the day you ordered the hit on him." Alexander muttered drowsily.
Vincenzo froze on hearing him.
"You know." He muttered.
"You should know something, dad. All my life what I wanted was to make you proud, I dreamed for the day you would smile at me the way you smiled at Alexander when he hit the bullseye."
Vincenzo swallowed down nothing, sweat breaking out on his forehead, he decided not to say anything, to just let him complete whatever he was saying.
"We are identical twins, dad. You ordered the hit of one us, guess what..." Alexander paused snickering. He was half asleep and half awake. He kept slipping in and out of consciousness. They were already back in his ward and the nurses helped transfer him to the bed.
"Get out!" Vincenzo yelled at the nurses and they scurried away in fear.
He shook his head, dreading the truth. Deep down he always knew, but he shook it off.
"They didn't kill the kid based on who you hated, they killed him based on who you loved. I'm Alessandro, dad."
Vincenzo took retreating steps till his back met with the wall.
"You used to be my mentor, maybe you still are somewhere. I used to love staring at you and imagined being as strong and brave as you. You were my muse whenever I painted..." Alessandro paused, sweat trickling down his forehead and he kept thrashing the bed.
"Painting... I miss it, but I don't want to go back to that time. The weak and pathetic me like you called it. Mum used to say something to me 'keep being strong my beautiful boy and it will all go away' I'm strong mom, but I'm tired." He said, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry, I regret my actions now and I wish I can go back." Vincenzo whispered, he was having trouble speaking, he felt suffocated, like the room was closing in on him.
"You can't make things better, dad. At first I thought it was just a coincidence that gun men broke into the most ruthless, dangerous and feared Italian Don's home. But your goons had called my name just as they came in. Your golden boy had got in the way and interfered, claiming he was strong to fight them off. He tried, but in the end he got a bullet to the chest while I watched. I would have helped, I did help, but threw me to the floor saying 'you're lucky daddy dearest said to spare you' for fuck sake they spared the wrong son!" Alexander cried out, holding his head. He was still sleeping but he could move his body.
"I always hated him, maybe because he got your favor while I didn't, he got your adoration while I didn't, he got your smile while I didn't. Hell, do you know how much I loved to see you smile, I still do, Daddy. Alexander was a jerk, but he protected me from your harsh treatment, always soliciting for me. Alexander was a jerk, but I loved him. He didn't deserve to die. I didn't deserve to be the one in his place."
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