“He got into a fight with the son of one of our biggest allies. He was at a bar, drank too much and ended up breaking the guy’s nose. I don’t think he knew who it was at the time - but yeah - its bad.”
“Fuck sakes. Who? Whose son?” I snap angrily.
“Fabio DeLuca.”
“You’ve got to be fucking joking.” I say coldly. “Where is the fucking moron now?”
“He’s at home, hungover.”
“Where is Neve?”
“Dalia and Neve went to Las Vegas for the weekend, a girl’s trip.”
“Ok, so the girls are safe.” I sigh. “I’ll get Celso to come over here. Are you guys going to smooth it over with Fabio? Do you need my help with that?”
“I can handle Fabio, but Celso is still pissed off about the fight and wants to finish it. He isn’t letting it go. Get him to back off before he makes this worse and someone gets shot.”
“I’ll sort it out.”
After the call I’m pacing up and down my living room wondering how the fuck my son can be so stupid.
Since he got married, he’s been distant from me. Colder, more aggressive even, but I’ve put it down to him finding the love of his life and not needing me anymore - which is fine.
It’s time he became a man and stopped relying on me for everything.
Rolling my eyes, I clench my jaw tightly. With reluctance I dial Celso.
“Dad.” He mumbles into the phone sounding like he has a hangover from hell.
“Kid, get out of bed, have a cold shower and come to the mansion for breakfast.” I say.
“No, I’m not in the mood for?—”
“It wasn’t a request. I expect you here within the hour. Get the fuck out of bed.” I snarl.
“Jeez. Ok. For fuck sakes. I’ll be there.”
He hangs up on me and it sends a bolt of anger spiking through me.
“Sometimes I want to fucking break your nose.” I snap, staring at his name on my phone.
“What’s going on?” Misha’s voice is strained with worry as she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
I pull her around to my front. She’s wearing tiny sleeping shorts and one of my shirts. We had an incredible night last night. She kept me up for hours.
I grab her jaw, kissing her and instantly feeling my tension ease away. She kisses me for ages, distracting me from the entire world.
Misha steps away and smiles as she reaches up and gently touches my face. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“My youngest son, Celso. He’s up to shit again, and he’s made a mess that everyone else has to sort out.” I shake my head.
“Oh, that’s not good.” Her brows knot together.
“He’s coming over for breakfast. Put some clothes on.” I gently slap her ass and kiss her one more time before I push her towards the bedroom to change.
Celso arrives late, as expected.
“Hi, dad.” He mumbles when I open the door for him. He smells of vodka and looks angry at the world. “Good morning, Celso.”
