30.2 Alexander

"A?" I looked away from Aiden as the first tear rolled down my face before clearing my throat, "I also found this among the things that she left" I looked over my shoulder to see him holding a key and a small note and frowned before wiping my face and reaching out to take it from him, reading the note. This key unlocks the house that Alessandro and I had bought to raise you, no one but the realtor knows. Tell them your name and they will show you the place. This house is yours and with whomever, you decide to start a family with.

"Did you find anything else? I mean anything about my father, Alessandro?" I asked and he nodded.

"He was 21 when he died. He had joined the Marines as soon as he had finished high school and a year later he and your mother met at a ball that Angelo and Margaret had thrown for the servicemen. They had fallen in love at first sight from what his diaries say." he said holding a worn-out book that was held together with thin rope, "he also left a letter for you."

I pursed my lips taking the rest of the things he had gathered from him and placed them on my desk. The door banged open even before I could say anything else and Aiden and I looked over to see both Angelo and Margaret storming in followed by Elle, who looked apologetic, but I shook my head as if saying it's okay and to leave which she did, closing the door behind her.

"Is there a reason why you're here now?" I asked aggravated that they interrupted my meeting with Aiden, who glanced at me, "We'll talk more later. I'll call you" he nodded before excusing himself and leaving my office. I turned back to Angelo and Margaret and raised a brow, "As you can see I'm busy and you just cut my meeting short. Do I need to remind you that you're not supposed to be near me or my office?"

"Why was Aiden here, Alexander?" Angelo asked and I raised a brow.

"Why do you care? unless you two are hiding something and you don't want him to find out and tell me" I said walking around my desk and putting away the information that Aiden had found out about them not being my parents and my biological parents were dead.

"Why should we hide anything from you, Alex? We're you, parents," Margaret said making me scoff and she clenched her jaw.

"Why don't you stop bullshitting me and yourselves," I said and they exchanged looks as I held the letter that Valentina wrote, "you see this here?"

"How did you get that letter?" Margaret asked and I chuckled, "he brought it to you."

"How long were you planning on keeping my birth a secret?" I questioned.

"You are our son Alexander so I don't understand why you would think we-" Margaret began but I slammed my hands on my desk making bet close her mouth as she jumped.

"ENOUGH WITH THE LIES!" I sneered, "You really think that I'm going to believe you after I read this? My birth parents' names are Valentina and Alessandro, not you. I was raised by you before she died. You had her sign her parental rights away while she was sick. She fought for me but she knew that she wouldn't win despite having a big chance of getting those papers revoked but she fell ill again. Why do I have a feeling you had a part in it?"

"How dare you." Angelo snarled as he pointed a finger at me but I glared back at him, "how dare you accuse us of having a part in her death?"

"I have every right seeing as this says that she was poisoned and that the only person that had been with her when she suddenly fell ill was you," I said looking over his shoulder at Margaret who looked away and Angelo looked at her as if this was news to him and I scoffed, "The only reason they were able to find out that she had been poisoned was through blood work which they had taken when she was admitted to the hospital. She was cremated a week after she died and you know who signed those papers?"

"She would have wanted that," Angelo said making me chuckle and shake my head.

"That's not what these reports say," I said looking down at the police report, "she says and I quote 'If I die do not let my parents cremate me. I'm an organ donor.' So you tell me why she was cremated a week later after she died when she stated that she didn't want to be cremated? What were you hiding that you didn't want doctors or the police to know?"

"Nothing to say?" I questioned rhetorically as they stood across from me with their mouths closed, "You took everything from me and I will never forgive you for it. I will never forgive you for taking me from my parents, treating me as if I were nothing but a bargaining tool to get yourselves out of trouble. You are nothing to me. Not get the fuck out of my off-" A knock on my door cut me off and Elle's head poked in, "what is it, Elle?"

"Officers Ramones and Johnson are here," she said and I nodded telling her I let them in.

"Hello Mr. Storm" the officers greeted and I nodded, "we got a call from your secretary informing us that you had uninvited guests at the office and we came as soon as we could," Officer Johnson said.

"That would be them. I had a restraining order placed on them a few months ago and they continue to ignore or violate it" I stated facing both Margaret and Angelo who looked ready to lash out and punch me but he couldn't not if he wanted to get arrested for hitting me without reason, "I will be coming down to the station later this week I need to speak with the judge about something important."

"Of course Mr. Storm." Officer Ramones said.

"Thank you, now please escort them out I have work to do."

"Very well, Mr. Storm; Mrs. Storm. Mr. Storm, after you." Johnson said as he and his partner stood aside and held his arms towards the door.

"We're not done with this,." Angelo said as he and Margaret walked towards the door.

"We're done talking, Angelo. We'll talk again in court if you continue to violate the restraining order Katerina and I placed on you both before Savannah was born. Never come near me again or so help me I will make you regret ever raising me."

The door closed behind them before they could say another word and I sighed. I grabbed the letter that my father left for me and ripped it open before I began reading the words on the white paper.

To my future son,