Page 12 of Lies For My Good Girl

"Enough I fucking got it; I'm not just some piece of meat you know." She laughs at me and turns over in bed.

I laugh with her for a second. When I walk out of the room, I let go of all humor.

I rush over to my phone and see the one word I didn't want to see on the screen.

"Babbois here to see you."

Fuck.

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Trying to sneak out while Mel is asleep is a lot harder than it seems.

I haven't had a meeting with my father in months, and anytime we do it's mostly to discuss yearly updates. For him to request my presence nearly four months before the time means something has come to his attention he feels needs to be addressed today.

I make my way down to thirty-ninth street and eighth avenue. My father has a small business right in the center of the garment district. It's strange watching my father sample some of the finest silks imported. For a man that could get someone killed with just a look, he knew exactly what kind of silk went best for a suit.

"Alexander, come sit boy." He says without looking up from the two fabric pieces in his hand.

I walk over to a chair and move the reams of silk so I can take a seat. I don't rush him, just wait for my turn to get his attention. Once he finishes with the fabric he places them down on a separate chair and trains his eyes on me.

He sits on the edge of his large mahogany desk and clasps his hands on his lap.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

'No, Babbo." I answer quickly and faster than I can react. He flicks his hand and back slaps me across the face.

"Don't you lie to me boy."

I want to tell him I'm not lying but I know it'll just make things worse.

"Why is it I'm hearing about the Di Cesare family finding the lost heir? I know that's not true because she's under your supervision which includes making sure no one of importance fucking sees her so what the fuck is the contract about?" He leans forward.

They didn't find her but they may know where she might be. They don't have a definite location. Anyone that'd have a visual ID is dead already, and I made sure she won't be going out on her own any longer.

"How exactly did you do that?"

"I claimed her as my own. I can keep a better eye on her this way. Make sure she isn't in the Di Cesaro's crosshairs."

His eyebrows jump up this forehead, "You claimed her as your own? Is that so? I don't remember giving you permission to do anything like that."

"I saw no other options. Unless you want me to divulge the real reason I've been hanging around with her for the past decade. When we were younger it was easier, but now that she's grown I can't keep her from living her life. I'm not her fucking captor, you told me you wanted me to be her best friend." I feel myself getting angry but I need to keep my emotions in check, he may be my father but I've seen him use the blood of our enemies to dye silk sheets for their widows.

"Indeed I did, but somehow you thought that meant it would transfer over into being her lover. I'm fine with the arrangement son. Just know it's a fine line you're treading on. We wouldn't want you to get too close to this girl and start an entire war over her now would we?"

"I'm not going to get too close to her. I'm going to keep her away from the Di Cesare's and make sure no one fucks with her like I've been told. Once I finish with this assignment, maybe you will talk to me about having a seat at the table." I raise my eyes to his not wanting to back down. If he sees just how important this is to me he might withhold it further.

"We will discuss it as I promised, just make sure you get that girl under control."

I nod my head once and stand to kiss him bye on both cheeks.

"You look good, son. Strong."

"I'm a Bianucci,Babbo. They don't make us any other way."

To that, he smiles with pride before he dismisses me.

I only have to make sure he doesn't find out Mel may be the only thing that can make me weak.

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