Chapter 5 Bring My Demons Out

“Our inner demons are what we call the devil.”
~
Antonio’s POV
Emily had told me something I didn’t want to believe, I know my father is a lot of things but I didn’t think he would do that to me.
Thinking about the conversation I had with Emily is making my head aches because it’s all bullshit. Why would he even do something like that to me, his son? He didn’t even come to me before making such a decision.
I won’t give him what he wants, I won’t give him anything no more, he makes use of my emotions the way he wants and rubs it on my face again and again. I’m not giving in this time.
A knock on my door brought me back to the present. “Come in,” I said, looking up to see who it was.
It is Aldo, my most trusted man, he’s the closest person I have that I call my friend because his father also works with my father. He’s been coming to our mansion since he was twelve so it’s safe to say we grew up together.
“What’s the matter Aldo?” I asked not too pleased with the fact that he disrupted my peace.
“Your father is around,” he said.
“Okay, so why did you come all the way here to tell me this?” I asked rudely, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No need to be rude man, he asked me to get you,” he explained with a scowl on his face. Only three people can talk to me rudely in this life, Aldo, Emily and then my father.
“Tell him I’ll join him shortly.” I said, not standing up from where I’m seated.
“He said you should join him immediately.” Aldo insisted.
“Just leave,” I said harshly.
“Okay boss,” he gave a playful salute and left my room.
It’s not like I’m angry at Aldo, it's more like I’m irritated by my father’s presence. It's safe to say he’s not a big fan of mine. Sometimes I feel like he’s just using me as a tool for his business.
I got up from where I was seated on my bed and put a shirt on before he came upstairs himself, trust me when I say that won’t be good.
I descended the stairs, my footsteps echoing through the marble foyer, I haven’t seen him yet but I’m hating whatever conversation we’re about to have already.
My father Fergo, the Don, sat in one of the arm chairs like he owns the place, well technically he owns the place since it’s one of his many properties but since he gave the house to me I believe he should respect my privacy but then Fergo and privacy can’t be in the same dictionary.
His physical features alone are enough to intimidate anybody; his 6’2 height, chiseled jaw, and piercing brown eyes command respect.
There's a scar above his left eyebrow that makes him look ruthless, his silver-gray hair is slicked back, although he’s 55 years old but he doesn’t look like it.
A tailored black suit and gold pinky ring makes him look like the mafia boss that he is.
THE FERGO FERGUSON.
His presence screams command and dominance as always.
I'd never admired him.
His selfishness.
His control.
He’s ruthless.
He enjoys it when everyone succumbs to his demands and yet I still take after everything.
But I'd learned to respect his power even if I hate who he is but I know better than to go against him, because it’s his way or nothing.
At least for now.
“Father,” I said. Calling him that left my mouth in distaste, he doesn’t deserve to be called anyone’s father.
He looked up.
Expecting obedience.
Demanding loyalty.
His eyes narrowed.
“You kept me waiting,” That was the first thing he said to me after not seeing me for two months.
“I’m here now,” I said in a firm voice. I’m trying as much as possible not to blurt out what Emily had told me earlier.
“You won’t speak to me in that tone, young man,” he said in a condescending tone.
As if I were still a child, not a capo. Sometimes I wonder why he made me the Capo when he’s still overseeing everything that I’m supposed to be in charge of.
I bit back my resentment.
“I heard you wanted to see me,” I said in a softer voice. I'm really not in for trouble today.
“That sounds better,” he said, referring to my tone then he continued. “I heard you sealed the Lucian deal last night,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Yes I did,” I answered uninterested. I knew he would find out before I even informed him because he has eyes and ears everywhere it’s hard to hide anything from him.
“Good, and how was your trip to Japan?” He asked as if he didn't know the outcome already.
“I sealed the deal of course,”
“That’s why you’re my son,” he said, giving a wicked smirk.
“I doubt that,” I muttered.
“Did you say something?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
“No, I’ll leave since we’re done here.” I said. I’m sure he has nothing else to say to me. We never have any father and son conversations, we only talk about business. You could call us business partners and not family members.
Turning to leave.
“Wait,” he called.
I paused.
His voice.
A mixture of authority and malice.
“Antonio, don't think you can dismiss me, you will be dismissed when I say so.”
I faced him.
Our gazes clashed.
His cold.
Mine defiant.
“You have something else to say, Father?”
His expression is a mask of superiority. He uses every opportunity he gets to remind me he’s the boss.
“I received a message from the Esposito family.”
I sigh, I was expecting this conversation but I knew this wouldn’t end well at the mention of that family but I should hear what he has to say.
“What do they want?” I asked despite not being interested.
“An alliance.”
My gut twisted. I knew this wasn’t going anywhere good.
“An alliance?” I asked.
“You heard me right,” he said.
“You know that’s a trap, nothing good comes out of doing business with them. We have done that in the past and it cost us the lives of some of our men.” I said, trying to let him see reasons.
“It’s different this time, this alliance will benefit us more than it will benefit them,” he insisted.
“Tell them no,” I said.
He smiled. A wicked and calculating smile, whatever is coming after this smile isn’t going to be good.
“I already agreed,” he said.
“Then why are you here asking for my opinion when you already made your decision.” I asked him. I could feel rage rising inside me now.
“I just wanted to inform you since you’re the Capo of this empire,” he said the word Capo, in a condescending voice. Trying to get under my skin, it is what he does the most, so good at it.
“Capo indeed,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not interested, you should handle them yourself,” I said defiantly.
“You'll do as I say, Antonio”
My jaw clenched.
“And if I don’t?” I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.“Our inner demons are what we call the devil.”
~
Antonio’s POV
Emily had told me something I didn’t want to believe, I know my father is a lot of things but I didn’t think he would do that to me.
Thinking about the conversation I had with Emily is making my head aches because it’s all bullshit. Why would he even do something like that to me, his son? He didn’t even come to me before making such a decision.
I won’t give him what he wants, I won’t give him anything no more, he makes use of my emotions the way he wants and rubs it on my face again and again. I’m not giving in this time.
A knock on my door brought me back to the present. “Come in,” I said, looking up to see who it was.
It is Aldo, my most trusted man, he’s the closest person I have that I call my friend because his father also works with my father. He’s been coming to our mansion since he was twelve so it’s safe to say we grew up together.
“What’s the matter Aldo?” I asked not too pleased with the fact that he disrupted my peace.
“Your father is around,” he said.
“Okay, so why did you come all the way here to tell me this?” I asked rudely, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No need to be rude man, he asked me to get you,” he explained with a scowl on his face. Only three people can talk to me rudely in this life, Aldo, Emily and then my father.
“Tell him I’ll join him shortly.” I said, not standing up from where I’m seated.
“He said you should join him immediately.” Aldo insisted.
“Just leave,” I said harshly.
“Okay boss,” he gave a playful salute and left my room.
It’s not like I’m angry at Aldo, it's more like I’m irritated by my father’s presence. It's safe to say he’s not a big fan of mine. Sometimes I feel like he’s just using me as a tool for his business.
I got up from where I was seated on my bed and put a shirt on before he came upstairs himself, trust me when I say that won’t be good.
I descended the stairs, my footsteps echoing through the marble foyer, I haven’t seen him yet but I’m hating whatever conversation we’re about to have already.
My father Fergo, the Don, sat in one of the arm chairs like he owns the place, well technically he owns the place since it’s one of his many properties but since he gave the house to me I believe he should respect my privacy but then Fergo and privacy can’t be in the same dictionary.
His physical features alone are enough to intimidate anybody; his 6’2 height, chiseled jaw, and piercing brown eyes command respect.
There's a scar above his left eyebrow that makes him look ruthless, his silver-gray hair is slicked back, although he’s 55 years old but he doesn’t look like it.
A tailored black suit and gold pinky ring makes him look like the mafia boss that he is.
THE FERGO FERGUSON.
His presence screams command and dominance as always.
I'd never admired him.
His selfishness.
His control.
He’s ruthless.
He enjoys it when everyone succumbs to his demands and yet I still take after everything.
But I'd learned to respect his power even if I hate who he is but I know better than to go against him, because it’s his way or nothing.
At least for now.
“Father,” I said. Calling him that left my mouth in distaste, he doesn’t deserve to be called anyone’s father.
He looked up.
Expecting obedience.
Demanding loyalty.
His eyes narrowed.
“You kept me waiting,” That was the first thing he said to me after not seeing me for two months.
“I’m here now,” I said in a firm voice. I’m trying as much as possible not to blurt out what Emily had told me earlier.
“You won’t speak to me in that tone, young man,” he said in a condescending tone.
As if I were still a child, not a capo. Sometimes I wonder why he made me the Capo when he’s still overseeing everything that I’m supposed to be in charge of.
I bit back my resentment.
“I heard you wanted to see me,” I said in a softer voice. I'm really not in for trouble today.
“That sounds better,” he said, referring to my tone then he continued. “I heard you sealed the Lucian deal last night,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Yes I did,” I answered uninterested. I knew he would find out before I even informed him because he has eyes and ears everywhere it’s hard to hide anything from him.
“Good, and how was your trip to Japan?” He asked as if he didn't know the outcome already.
“I sealed the deal of course,”
“That’s why you’re my son,” he said, giving a wicked smirk.
“I doubt that,” I muttered.
“Did you say something?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
“No, I’ll leave since we’re done here.” I said. I’m sure he has nothing else to say to me. We never have any father and son conversations, we only talk about business. You could call us business partners and not family members.
Turning to leave.
“Wait,” he called.
I paused.
His voice.
A mixture of authority and malice.
“Antonio, don't think you can dismiss me, you will be dismissed when I say so.”
I faced him.
Our gazes clashed.
His cold.
Mine defiant.
“You have something else to say, Father?”
His expression is a mask of superiority. He uses every opportunity he gets to remind me he’s the boss.
“I received a message from the Esposito family.”
I sigh, I was expecting this conversation but I knew this wouldn’t end well at the mention of that family but I should hear what he has to say.
“What do they want?” I asked despite not being interested.
“An alliance.”
My gut twisted. I knew this wasn’t going anywhere good.
“An alliance?” I asked.
“You heard me right,” he said.
“You know that’s a trap, nothing good comes out of doing business with them. We have done that in the past and it cost us the lives of some of our men.” I said, trying to let him see reasons.
“It’s different this time, this alliance will benefit us more than it will benefit them,” he insisted.
“Tell them no,” I said.
He smiled. A wicked and calculating smile, whatever is coming after this smile isn’t going to be good.
“I already agreed,” he said.
“Then why are you here asking for my opinion when you already made your decision.” I asked him. I could feel rage rising inside me now.
“I just wanted to inform you since you’re the Capo of this empire,” he said the word Capo, in a condescending voice. Trying to get under my skin, it is what he does the most, so good at it.
“Capo indeed,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not interested, you should handle them yourself,” I said defiantly.
“You'll do as I say, Antonio”
My jaw clenched.
“And if I don’t?” I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.“Our inner demons are what we call the devil.”
~
Antonio’s POV
Emily had told me something I didn’t want to believe, I know my father is a lot of things but I didn’t think he would do that to me.
Thinking about the conversation I had with Emily is making my head aches because it’s all bullshit. Why would he even do something like that to me, his son? He didn’t even come to me before making such a decision.
I won’t give him what he wants, I won’t give him anything no more, he makes use of my emotions the way he wants and rubs it on my face again and again. I’m not giving in this time.
A knock on my door brought me back to the present. “Come in,” I said, looking up to see who it was.
It is Aldo, my most trusted man, he’s the closest person I have that I call my friend because his father also works with my father. He’s been coming to our mansion since he was twelve so it’s safe to say we grew up together.
“What’s the matter Aldo?” I asked not too pleased with the fact that he disrupted my peace.
“Your father is around,” he said.
“Okay, so why did you come all the way here to tell me this?” I asked rudely, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No need to be rude man, he asked me to get you,” he explained with a scowl on his face. Only three people can talk to me rudely in this life, Aldo, Emily and then my father.
“Tell him I’ll join him shortly.” I said, not standing up from where I’m seated.
“He said you should join him immediately.” Aldo insisted.
“Just leave,” I said harshly.
“Okay boss,” he gave a playful salute and left my room.
It’s not like I’m angry at Aldo, it's more like I’m irritated by my father’s presence. It's safe to say he’s not a big fan of mine. Sometimes I feel like he’s just using me as a tool for his business.
I got up from where I was seated on my bed and put a shirt on before he came upstairs himself, trust me when I say that won’t be good.
I descended the stairs, my footsteps echoing through the marble foyer, I haven’t seen him yet but I’m hating whatever conversation we’re about to have already.
My father Fergo, the Don, sat in one of the arm chairs like he owns the place, well technically he owns the place since it’s one of his many properties but since he gave the house to me I believe he should respect my privacy but then Fergo and privacy can’t be in the same dictionary.
His physical features alone are enough to intimidate anybody; his 6’2 height, chiseled jaw, and piercing brown eyes command respect.
There's a scar above his left eyebrow that makes him look ruthless, his silver-gray hair is slicked back, although he’s 55 years old but he doesn’t look like it.
A tailored black suit and gold pinky ring makes him look like the mafia boss that he is.
THE FERGO FERGUSON.
His presence screams command and dominance as always.
I'd never admired him.
His selfishness.
His control.
He’s ruthless.
He enjoys it when everyone succumbs to his demands and yet I still take after everything.
But I'd learned to respect his power even if I hate who he is but I know better than to go against him, because it’s his way or nothing.
At least for now.
“Father,” I said. Calling him that left my mouth in distaste, he doesn’t deserve to be called anyone’s father.
He looked up.
Expecting obedience.
Demanding loyalty.
His eyes narrowed.
“You kept me waiting,” That was the first thing he said to me after not seeing me for two months.
“I’m here now,” I said in a firm voice. I’m trying as much as possible not to blurt out what Emily had told me earlier.
“You won’t speak to me in that tone, young man,” he said in a condescending tone.
As if I were still a child, not a capo. Sometimes I wonder why he made me the Capo when he’s still overseeing everything that I’m supposed to be in charge of.
I bit back my resentment.
“I heard you wanted to see me,” I said in a softer voice. I'm really not in for trouble today.
“That sounds better,” he said, referring to my tone then he continued. “I heard you sealed the Lucian deal last night,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Yes I did,” I answered uninterested. I knew he would find out before I even informed him because he has eyes and ears everywhere it’s hard to hide anything from him.
“Good, and how was your trip to Japan?” He asked as if he didn't know the outcome already.
“I sealed the deal of course,”
“That’s why you’re my son,” he said, giving a wicked smirk.
“I doubt that,” I muttered.
“Did you say something?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
“No, I’ll leave since we’re done here.” I said. I’m sure he has nothing else to say to me. We never have any father and son conversations, we only talk about business. You could call us business partners and not family members.
Turning to leave.
“Wait,” he called.
I paused.
His voice.
A mixture of authority and malice.
“Antonio, don't think you can dismiss me, you will be dismissed when I say so.”
I faced him.
Our gazes clashed.
His cold.
Mine defiant.
“You have something else to say, Father?”
His expression is a mask of superiority. He uses every opportunity he gets to remind me he’s the boss.
“I received a message from the Esposito family.”
I sigh, I was expecting this conversation but I knew this wouldn’t end well at the mention of that family but I should hear what he has to say.
“What do they want?” I asked despite not being interested.
“An alliance.”
My gut twisted. I knew this wasn’t going anywhere good.
“An alliance?” I asked.
“You heard me right,” he said.
“You know that’s a trap, nothing good comes out of doing business with them. We have done that in the past and it cost us the lives of some of our men.” I said, trying to let him see reasons.
“It’s different this time, this alliance will benefit us more than it will benefit them,” he insisted.
“Tell them no,” I said.
He smiled. A wicked and calculating smile, whatever is coming after this smile isn’t going to be good.
“I already agreed,” he said.
“Then why are you here asking for my opinion when you already made your decision.” I asked him. I could feel rage rising inside me now.
“I just wanted to inform you since you’re the Capo of this empire,” he said the word Capo, in a condescending voice. Trying to get under my skin, it is what he does the most, so good at it.
“Capo indeed,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not interested, you should handle them yourself,” I said defiantly.
“You'll do as I say, Antonio”
My jaw clenched.
“And if I don’t?” I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

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