Page 138 of His Cursed Heart

I look at him and I can't help the laugh that comes out of me. My chest hurts at the intensity, but fuck if I can stop. I feel tears coming in my eyes, my shoulders shaking from the action.

We are fate's experiment indeed.

"Oh fuck. Keaton you know you scare the shit out of me when you laugh." Allan sits on the chair next to me. I continue laughing until I know when I'll stop, I'll be too tired to even move.

"Fucking hell, brother. You're broken." He states.

"Isn't it hilarious how everyone wished it was Althea instead of Keres? How I fucking had the feeling that Keres is the wrong one, but did nothing? We all are so blind." Allan looks at me like I've gone crazy, and because of my blurry vision, I don't see the fist that connects with my face.

My head moves to the right, feeling my left cheek on fire. Fucker always had a fist that feel like a rock.

I massage my jaw, straighten my back.

"Are you back?"

"Yes, fucker." I murmur. "Thank you."

Allan nods, and I know he understands what I'm thankful for. I don't even know what my life would look like without Allan. We grew up together like two brothers. I do say that he's a pain in my ass, but I can't live my life without him.

I hear the door opening and I curse in silence. I hope Mom is tired and won't want answers from me. Saying it once to Allan was enough for this day.

"Boys?" I hear my Mom’s yell, knowing that we're

somewhere in the house. We don't say anything until I see her entering the kitchen, dressed in a black dress.

"Hi, Mom." I greet, wanting to get up to hug her but she comes next to me and takes my head in her hands.

"My handsome boy." She whispers and hugs me. She knows something is wrong, but for the first time, she stays silent.

"Looking beautiful as always, Vivian." Allan smirks at her, the warmth in his eyes making my Mom melt.

"Always the charmer, Allan."

"What did you say to my wife, son?" I hear my Dad's heavy footsteps entering the room.

"Just the truth, sir."

Dad smacks the back of his head like he used to in our teenage years, then comes to me to shake hands.

"I'll be leaving you boys, my feet are numb." Mom says and pets Allan's hair lovingly, kiss Dad, and hugs me again. "When you're ready to tell me what happened, you know where to find me."

I let out a sigh when Mom leaves the kitchen, feeling like I won the lottery.

"We need to talk." I hear Allan say and my body feels the nerves in his.

"What happened?" I hear my Dad ask confused.

"The Famiglia."

"What about it?" I snap at the name of the mafia.

"Their Capo died, Keaton," Allan snaps back. "They have been talking about the next one. They need a new one. It's been already too much time without a leader."

"Enrique died too, so he's off the table." Dad says.

"They never considered him. They want the Luciano blood to continue the reign."

I always knew that Famiglia is full of religious, traditional people, but this is beyond my expectations.

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