Sold to the mafia boss

The bang on the table causes me to shreak. I turned my head forward to find my mom’s burning gaze, her hand seeming to pepper from hitting it on the table.

” Are you two going to keep bickering at each other?! ” She yelled ” there are kids around for God’s sake! This isn’t what this dinner is about. Can we not have a single night together as a family without you two trying to chop each other’s heads off? ”

The silence broke in. Slowly, everyone resumed eating. I felt Graziella’s hand rubbing over my forearm in a calming gesture. I needed to leave right now but I needed to get one thing off my chest first.

Turning to look at Dylano, I spoke “I know you conspired with your dear father to lock away my share of our grandfather’s fortune. But I will assure you one thing,” my eyes shifts to my father now “I would stop at nothing till I get my hands on them, even if I have to kill the lots of you to get it”

“Yes,” Dylano replies, nearly cutting me off “that’s who you are, isn’t it? You’re always killing people, telling your sick mind that you’re doing what’s right. But you’re not, Logan, you’re just hiding from the truth. Killing makes you feel better about yourself so I wouldn’t be surprised when you point that gun at me would I?”

Leaning directly towards him, I plastered a firm mocking smile on my lips as I replied “yes, Dylano. In fact, I could put a bullet through your head right now and pretend to be happy about it because as you’ve said, that’s exactly what makes me happy. Life goes on for me brother”

Dylano stands up to his full length, towering over the rest of us at the table. I noticed the fear in the eyes of his girlfriend as she tried to hold him down but he wipes her hand away from his arm. His eyes seemed to have taken a drastic change, like a monster getting unleashed from a one sweet little beast. This should be worthwhile.

” You always think you’re better than all of us, don’t you? ” He growled at me.

” Think? I am better than the lots of you ”

” The sooner you get over that sick thought of yours, the better for you ”

” Tell me something, Dylano, do you have something you wanna say to me? If not, I don’t see why you’d be wasting so much energy on this rubbish you’re going on about ”

” I have a lot to tell you, Logan. I am asking you to back down on your claim on our Clegane DeAngelo’s money. You already have enough from our pathetic uncle ”

” Call him pathetic one more time and I’ll put a bullet through your head ” I warned him, my face turning serious as I reached for my gun on my waist.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He doesn’t shake, he just stairs at me, his mouth hanging open. He knows better than to say another word.

” What arrant nonsense! ” My father yells, bringing my attention back to the front. I’m too consumed on saying what was on my mind to my father that I don’t know when Dylano left his seat, rounded the table to my side and fisted his hand up, striking me across the face and knocking me over. I quickly held myself from falling thanks to the table, hitting his leg with mine before he could throw in another punch. Graziella stands up and scoots away as everyone gasped around the table.

I stood away while he tried to regain his stance again. I heard my mother calling us from the background but I don’t pay attention. My eyes are fixed on Dylano’s. I will smack that look off his face before anyone here could stop me.

He rushes towards me with a punch but I moved away, giving him an elbow at his side. We switch sides and I waited for him to stand well. There is no honor in beating a man from his behind when he wasn’t looking and couldn’t defense himself.

The table has been deserted now. Dylano screams as he ran towards me. I smiled, making a quick eye contact with his girlfriend before he reached me. Good of him to make a fool out of himself in front of his girlfriend.

He lands a punch on my stomach and I elbowed him on his back before awarding him another punch to his face which sets him staggering backwards till he nearly fell on his back.

Blood trickled down his nose now as he stood, trying to catch his breath.

” Stop this nonsense now! ” My father roared ” or so help me, Logan! ”

” It’s Logan again isn’t it?! I’m always the bad person. Did you see him when he came at me first?! Of course not! You’re blind! ”

” Logan please! ” My mother’s broken voice broke through and I searched the faces to find her still seated at the table, crying, Elina at her side rubbing her arms. I searched the faces of the kids once seated at the table, the fear and horror in their faces.

Looking back at Dylano whose girlfriend is now helping up as he held his side and said ” the next time you touch me would be the last ”

Turning back towards the rest of the family, I added ” this dinner was a circus show anyway. I hope you lots enjoyed it ”

I turned and stormed out towards the door.

” Logan! ” Graziella’s voice called after me, followed by her clicking heels but I don’t stop. I felt way too angry to stop and listen to anybody, not even her. I didn’t wanna vent my anger on her. And so I entered the car and rode out, cursing under my breath.