Chapter 41:Mafia’s possession
Alexander's eyes blazed with fury. "What did you say father?," he asked. He knew how mean and cold hearted his father could be.
Vincenzo, his father, was a dreaded mafia lord of the Vincenzo mafia group. Which happens to be a powerful mafia group in Italy. He thought that old age has weakened and dull his senses but he was wrong. His father is still active and holding the reins of the mafia group effectively.
His father glared at him as his face twisted, showing his rage. "Your brother Alessandro died because of his stupidity and the fact that he was headstrong."
Alexander was seething with anger. How can his father speak of his late twin brother in that manner? "I know you never liked him but that doesn't erase the fact that he was your son," he blasted.
The veins on his father's head became visible like it would pop out. He pointed his long bony fingers at his son Alexander. "You have no right to tell me what to do."
"And you shouldn't tell me what to do either. I am not a toddler that you'll control. Quit interfering in my personal life," Alexander said, fuming in anger.
The atmosphere became thick with tension as each of them stood facing each other. Alexander had a rigid posture which clearly indicated his anger.
His father narrowed his eyes. "I am your father and you must obey me," he roared. "All these years, I laboured to build the Vincenzo mafia group to great heights. I will not sit back and watch you make decisions that will jeopardise the future of our family. Get ready to become the next mafia lord."
Alexander threw his head back in laughter. Then he stopped. "Thanks for looking out for the family but I will not do your bidding. Take your offer elsewhere, I am not interested."
Jacqueline, who peered through the curtain, could not bring herself to stop watching. She observed the whole heated exchange of words.Now she understands where Alexander got his stubbornness from.
"I am done pleading with you to take your rightful position as the next mafia lord. Do not make me take drastic measures against you," his father's words were laced with hostility.
"I am not moved by your threats. You have Bruno, and he is also your son. I'd appreciate it if you stop bugging me about taking over from you. I have a life," his voice cracked with anger.
"Did you just say, you have a life? I gave you life," his father barked through clenched teeth. "And leave Bruno out of this. What you should be thinking is how to take over from me."
Alexander was seething with rage. When his father had informed him that he would like to see him, he thought it was something more important. If he had known that this visit would amount to nothing other than threats and exchange of words, he would have avoided it.
"Like I said, I am not interested. You can count me out."
" I am offering you an enviable position. One that people will kill for. And what did you do? Throw it off like it's a worthless piece of trash. I need to know why you are not interested," his father said.
Alexander shoved his hands in his pocket. With a scowl on his face, he said, " I owe nobody an explanation. No one, not even you can change my mind. The earlier you get used to my decisions the easier for you," his words dripping with venom.
"You do not have a say in this. You'll do as you're told," his father replied. Then he took slow steps to the window overlooking the mansion. His back facing Alexander. Vincenzo clasped his hands behind his back.
For years, he had been on his son's neck to take over Vincenzo mafia group but he was adamant. Ever since he lost his son Alessandro, he had noticed a change in Alexander.
When Alessandro was alive, Alexander did everything to please him.and was eager to take over from him. He never liked Alessandro whom he considered weak for his preference to paint all day. Which made his blood boil. Alexander on the other hand was tough, smart and a better choice than his twin brother.
When Alessandro was murdered in cold blood by assassins, he felt it was better that way. Still facing the window, he continued. "When Alessandro was killed by assassins, I did not consider it a loss. He never meant anything to me. I was comforted in the fact that I have you. "Don't make me regret the decisions I took for your sake."
Jacqueline closed the curtain. She stood there , her eyes widened in surprise. He sounded cruel. From what she observed, it seemed he was happy that Alessandro is no more.She was stunned by his cruelty.
She scanned where she stood. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would be detected.
Quickly, she spun in her heels and quietly walked to her room. Sitting on her bed, she replayed the scene in her head.
Before now, she never knew he had a twin brother who was killed by assassins. And his father looked every inch like a self centred man who cares about no one but himself.
Jacqueline brought out her phone to send her findings to Chain. She was about to type the words but something stopped her.
She couldn't bring herself to continue because she felt bad for snitching on him. She dropped her phone as she decided not to tell Chain about what she saw earlier on.
She remembered that she was yet to bathe. She got up and walked to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Alexander glared at his father. He will not be used for his father's selfish aims. He has a business to run.
"I will give you time to think about it, Alexander," his father said.
"I am a very busy man. If you'd excuse me, I have important things to do."
Without hesitation, Alexander strode out of the living room, seething with rage.
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