MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 63: I Have Cancer Chapter

Mars Marshall

63: 1 Have Cancer

"Anything else I should know?" Riccardo said, looking at me questioningly.

"She is going out tonight with her friend and his boyfriend."

I filled him in on the other guy who would also join them, he nodded begrudgingly. We all had agreed that we wouldn't decide what she would do in her spare time or with whom as long as she didn't cheat on us. We just had to trust her and my instincts said, we could. Even so, it was hard to sit back, knowing she would spend time with a straight guy at a club with drinks involved. What could I say? We were territorial beasts dressed in suits and wearing the smile of a charming

prince.

i

spent the next few hours with Riccardo shooting shit, all the while dreading the meeting with my father. What the hell could he be planning now? One thing I knew for sure, the dinner was doomed to be an ugly affair.

I arrived at the dinner venue in jeans and a black sweater which was frankly too hot for the weather outside. What I wore didn't exactly meet the dress code for a place like this. The staff at

the restaurant gave me wide eyes as I was led to my father's table but what the hell could they do? Kick me out for not meeting their dress code? No, not when I was here with a highly respected billionaire. They wouldn't want to pi** him off.

My father was little more than an **a*ole with lots of cash and he had probably gained most of it in unethical ways. Sauntering towards a table private from everyone else, I saw both my father and Ava had arrived and when he noticed me, his permanent frown grew even more visible. He was old in every sense of the word but for his looks, that was something he had gotten plastic surgery for. I couldn't even remember his real face, everything and him was fake.

I had his set of hazel eyes but that was all, every other resemblance we might have had was erased by the heavy use of Botox and surgery. There wasn't one wrinkle on his face or hands. If I had to guess, he had fixed his body too. His hair was dyed black, not a single gray hair to be found even though he already turned sixty. His looks were as important to him as his wealth and he was an egotistical jerk.

"Son?" He called, nodding at me with no smile whatsoever.

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"Dante," I greeted back, though I smiled but it helped no warmth.

There was no love between us, what he had shown me was unable to have any other emotions besides selfishness. As a child, I never looked up to him like any child with a healthy relationship with their parents would do. He had never been my hero or someone I wanted to become when I I grew old. Instead, growing up, I just wanted his approval. I had longed for him to tell me he was proud of me but that never happened. In the end, I accepted it and suppressed the longing until it all went away and in return, resentment took place. One thing was ***ng sure, I would never treat my children the same way he treated us. They would never feel like necessary dirt to carry on the legacy. If I was lucky enough to have children, everything else would be secondary. They would always come first.

"Marshall," Ava smiled iled at me, breaking the silent competition of wills that I had with my father.

I wondered if he could see how much I hated him but my guess was he knew and really couldn't

He

less what I thought of

I talked to my sister, no

t down, son.

He said, giving my clothes the

looked much more handsome than you." I smirked but I didn't sit down on

luxury was worth having to sleep

was something I prided myself on having. But I don't know why I struggled with it every time I was in this man's presence. "Guys,

course, princess." He said, giving her what looked like a sweet smile,

emotions.

b****h. A waiter

man he was. It wouldn't surprise me in the least, he was after all a b***rd in all but

and listed off what he wanted, my sister also did the

I said

thing for

"I won't stay long."

of

wine and

the

pleasure than the sweetest wine we had gotten was really sweet. As the waiter, I took another sip of the wine and settled better in the uncomfortable chair. You would think a restaurant this expensive would have more comfortable chairs

didn't want to simply enjoy a good meal with my children?" He said, making me even more irritated especially when I knew that was a

believe that. Come on, old

he had tried to get me to marry a daughter to one of his friends, all to gain more money and power over the city. That didn't end well, I would marry only for love

quit this silly job you have?" He asked

it up soon.

"Why are you asking?"

going to be another one of his ploys to get me to come work

you been wasting enough of your time on

never understand my passion for teaching or

Father,

to quit my job

this conversation again,

father." Ava urged

quiet while we bickered but was apparently just as tired of listening to us going

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