Chapter 1- Nothing quite like reality
Upon arriving back home I am greeted by Calin and Caleb. So far, they are the only two people that has not played a role in the deceit that is currently in abundance in my life, or should I rather say, not that I know of. Calin takes my luggage from me while Caleb helps me get out of the SUV.
I know my father, accompanied by Blair, took the private jet home after the pilot dropped my off. I know I should have waited for them at the airport, but I was no mood to deal with them or their deceit. I must be one of the most ignorant women in the world to have allowed Blair to get so close to me without thinking that she had a hidden agenda, my father really played this game well. Do not even get me started on Andrea. I was, no I am still irrevocably in love with him. I am not only in love with him, but I love him with my entire heart and soul. In all honestly his deceit hurt the worst. He must have known who I was from the beginning. Unlike him, I used my real name and surname.
If he is to be the next capo, there is no way that he did not know who I was and what my father does for his family. When I am ready, I will speak to my father to ask him exactly what it entails, but for now, I am not and will not trust anyone to get close to me again, unless it is under my terms.
What a complete and utter fool I was to have believed that someone like Andrea liked me, I really thought that we were falling in love. Seems that I was the only one falling while they all laughed at my ignorance and stupidity.
Rosa is waiting at the entrance for me ready to greet me with a huge smile on her face. Without stopping I walk past her giving her a curt nod. I can see the hurt in her eyes, nonetheless she quickly masks it.
Finally reaching my room I see Calin come in with my luggage, leaving it by the front of my bed. His hands are in his suit trousers, a clear sign that he is hiding his discomfort.
“What?” I ask Calin crossing my arms over my chest glaring at him through my amber eyes.
“Reighn we didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what exactly Calin? That I would mislead to believe that Blair is my friend, but she is in fact following my father’s instructions because she is employed by him, feigning being my friend. She allowed me to believe that she cares about me, that she is a true friend, now I find out she only got close to me so that she could report back to my father. Or that my father is involved with the mafia? Or better yet, that Stefano is Andrea’s father and that we met by happenstance and not because it was fate. I am broken, my heart is scattered in a million pieces by the only person I have ever allowed close to me. I feel as if I can trust no one not even you or Caleb. It feels like I was in a movie for the past few weeks, and I am collateral damage. Please get out of my room and leave me to wallow in my own pity until I must face my father later.”
With a defeated look Calin leaves my bedroom closing the door softly behind him. I know from experience that both the brothers will be close by if I call out to them, not that I intend to.
Unpacking my bag, I put my clothes away, the ones that need a wash in the laundry basket. Removing the long dress that is now clinging to my skin, I slip off my heels putting them away as well. walking into the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror for the first time since I landed. My eyes are red and puffy. My eyes look hollow and lifeless.
Turning away I open the shower door turning the water to scorching hot. I want to wash the summer and Dre’s touch off me. I still cannot believe his real name is Andrea, the next capo of the Italian Mafia. It is best that I stop thinking about him. I need to forget about him, for my own sanity.
After scrubbing my entire body from head to toe, I dress in one of my designer black skinny jeans, with a burgundy button-down shirt. I pair it with six inc heels. Applying some makeup, heavier than normal I open my bedroom door ready to face my father. Might as well face the demon that is my father now rather than later. At least in these clothes I feel that I can face him. If there is one thing my father taught me is that if you are going to face your enemy, yes, I think of him as the enemy right now, at least dress the part, and wear it with confidence.
When I reach the stairs, I notice the brothers out of my peripheral vision following close behind me, not as close as they used to but still within reach.
Without knocking like I normally would, I open the door to my father’s study ready to have a face-off with him. What I did not expect to see was Blair’s cheek flat on my father’s desk while he is pounding in her pussy with such vigor his desk is shaking with every forceful thrust. This was most assuredly not the first time this has happened. The moans and groans coming from both sounds exactly the same as the night before we left for our summer vacation. Blair is fucking my father. Honestly, why am I even the least bit surprised.
I have run away for too long. Walking into his office, I cross my arms over my chest, taking an authoritative stance, I clear my throat waiting for them to realize that I am in the room.
My father stops his thrusting pulling out of Blair’s pussy he pulls up his trousers glaring at me. I match his glare with an even more venomous one. Blair finally straightens up pulling up her trousers, giving me an apologetic look.
“Get the fuck out of my father’s office bitch, my father and I have business to discuss.” I am surprised by my own venomous tone towards the one person I truly trusted once upon a time in my life.
“Reighn don’t talk to her like that, apologize now!” My father bellows taking a seat behind his desk.
“The fuck I will.” I don’t know if it because of the betrayal, the hurt or just the fact that I have had enough of everyone walking over me letting me believe that they cared about me, that I am taking a stance for the first time in my life, but I refuse to back down henceforth. He wants me to take over his company, if I am to do that, I surely should have a backbone and not cower away in a corner to appease him or anyone else for that matter.
“Reighn, I am truly sorry.” Blair says before leaving the office. I notice Caleb and Calin standing outside the door flanking the entrance to the door, like they should.
I walk to the drink trolley and pour myself a stiff whiskey. I have never been one for whiskey, but there is always a first, right, especially under the circumstances. I pour a generous amount in another tumbler and slide it across my father’s desk. He barely stops it from falling off. He gives me one of his glacial scowls which would have made me cower a mere few weeks ago, now I just do not give a fuck. It does not have the same effect it used to.
“Well that answers one question of many I have. We will not leave this office until I know everything, and I do mean everything father.” My voice filled with contempt for the man I once thought only had my best interest at heart.
He takes a swig of his whiskey looking me straight in the eye and asks, “What do you want to know Reighn?”
