The night spent with Alessia is etched inside my head playing itself on a loop my gaze falls to the very evident problem I've caused for myself. Shuffling on my chair I try to ease down the tension building up down there.

Enzo kept glancing on his phone every now and then which seems awfully disturbing since he's not the kind of to indulge his head in his phone. His eyes catch a glimpse of my watchful eyes from the very starting as he sneakily hides his phone back in his pocket.

This seems very interesting which I'll have to soon find out about but right now I've got to focus on dad's continous blab about some other case with his other attorney associates.

My blood used to run cold back when I stayed with him in New Jersey whenever I was asked to be present in one of his meetings. It simply meant doing his dirty work which included killing, threatening or bribing. 

There was a time when the thought of holding a gun disgusted me to to my very core because of the amount of power it withhold. Now I still do very much think the same except now I enjoy the kind of power it provides me.

A gun in my hand feels refreshing knowing that I have the capability to take away someone's life, a prick who deserves it, not that I'm the almighty or I have been employed with the sense of judgment but as the old saying goes if the shoe fits why not wear it?

The meeting of boredom finally comes to an end my father stands up and so does the others, closing his buttons "I think you all do understand the depth of the case. I need all your men on this case right now" his eyes now on Enzo and me "I hope you're well aware of the part you'll play" sliding his glasses down to his nose eyeing us closely "Yes we do" Enzo answers him and turns his back.
The men rushed out of the room quickly with the last one walking out he shuts the door behind him. He doesn't turn around as he continues to look at the picture hung on the wall a habit of his which he cannot get rid of "What is it Luciano?" He questioned and no it didn't surprise me any bit that he sensed my presence already.

Working in a field where enemies are always lurking around us we have learnt to keep our senses heightened expecting an attack at any given time.

He turns around stepping a foot towards me
"Don't force the memories on her" his apparent slip of tongue about Mom was all a facade instead he just wishes for all sort of miseries to fall on Lorenzo Medici. Amused by my statement he gives out a laugh "You're already whipped for her aren't you?" His face changed from amusement to bewilderment in a blink of an eye when he caught hold onto my neutral expressions.

Silence fell upon the room, I'm quite sure he's strategizing all his plans possibly re-doing it all over again. I turn my heels to leave but the voice halt my steps there "Since when?" I never assumed he'd be keen to know about my love affairs "Since I was 9" "Mom knew about it" his face turns brittle at the mention of her. One of the few times he let's himself be vulnerable, it's a sight to the see the king fall too who takes himself to be invincible.

He blames himself for her death when he partied away the night his wife was shot and burned alive. The guilt ran so deep in him that the memories of her in the house hunted him to an extent he wished to take his own life.

It was until Perera gave him the suggestion to move out with the kids which did somehow worked out a bit Enzo was adamant to not leave Mom's side as he liked to say. I joined Dad because just like him I run away from the problems I've caused.

People tend to dwell on grief in different ways, in different manners. Enzo submerged himself in the grief losing his sanity, caught onto the habit of drinking, smoking and fooling around with girls which offered him peace momentarily on the other hand I ran far away from it scared to feel all of it. Piero and Alessia are similar in ways they don't realize as they both ended up resorting to the option of wiping up their mind clean slate.

Perera barely made it out alive with several fractures, broken ribs and a busted head. It was only his loyalty that night which rendered him safe from Dad's cruelty or he would've been joining Mom 6 feet deep below.

His loyalty towards our family runs soo deep that he begged for death when realization dawned upon him that he failed to save Mom and Remo. It was him who watched Enzo saving him from his self-destructive path that he took on soon after Mom's death and Alessia for me.

Dad almost immediately gains his composure back "The Medici's still tops the list with the Borgia's you do realize that what you're doing will strike back at you some day or the other" worry laces on his face which is awfully disturbing "I'll keep her out of it, Perera has been working on it. I want no part of you in it and no questions involved to Perera" I saw the minute I  instigated the anger in him bad "He's my Uncle too before you go on rambling about his perfidy. You and I are equally aware the importance and devotion he holds for our family" defeated he sits back on his seat as I take my leave.

With each step forward with Alessia I'll have to take twice the amount of blow to my face in the near future. Is it worth jeopardizing my life to watch her happy and smiling in my arms before I walk myself to my death? Yes.

When as a child I considered myself beyond repair Alessia made me feel the warmth in my heart that I thought I was incapable of feeling. I'll die a hundred times of death if that means returning back to her so yes every decision that I've made in my life revolves having her a part in my world because she's the last thread of sanity I hold onto.