Chapter 7
"Boss," Members of his mafia greet, nodding their heads in recpect for both of us. As they fucking should.
We continue our walk down the dark coloured hallway, that's nearly empty at this time of the day and towards Hunter's office to sign some paperwork, for drug and gun shipments that are supposed to be ready in a few hours.
Xavier knocks on the dark wooded door and we hear a muffled come in, coming from Hunter.
He opens the heavy door and we walk up to his cherry wooded desk in the middle of the room and take a seat each on the leather chairs in front.
"So, these are the shipments, you just need to approve the materials and sign at the end of the papers, normal progress as always." He dryly says and passes us papers we need to sign, before leaning back in his seat.
Hunter has the biggest character developments in and out of work. So are we others but it's as if he's another person. Long gone is the nice, polite and calm guy when he walks through the doors of whatever building we own.
"I'm done." I mumble and pass the paper back. "Me too." Xavier says from beside me and his phone starts ringing.
"The hell?" He mutters confused and brings it out of his pocket.
He looks down at the screen and his face pales. He answers it.
"Flavio?" He asks a, more than states, his tone stern and dry.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, so does Hunter's, before I clench my jaw in anger.
Their shit of a father never calls, mainly because he doesn't care, that's what the guys have told me and that's exactly how Avery thinks, or thought, I'm not entirely sure.
She told me that when she was thirteen. We were close back then.
Their father left a few months after Valentina-their mother-got murdered.
Flavio left for Italy to expand the mafia there, and made Xavier responsible for the whole thing here, in America. My father did the same, but I got assistance from him, unlike Xav. He had to figure everything out by himself, it was hard but he succeed, and I'm fucking proud of the bastard.
Now having the biggest mafia in America, along with mine and second biggest in Italy.
Avery had it extremely hard after the loss of her mother and after partially being abandoned by Flavio when she needed him the most.
She got diagnosed with ASD and then suffered from depression, nightmares and panic attacks for a few years.
The two latter ones are still there but she doesn't get them as often as before.
I find myself feeling thankful for her therapist.
The nightmares are more common than her panic attacks, that's something I know. I wish I could be there for her, but I've fucking pushed her away. It's for her own good. I think to myself before I remember her party. I was selfish for doing what I did. But I couldn't help myself.
That red dress she had on did things to me and when I saw that blonde fucker about to touch her I fucking lost it. I took actions without thinking. I've never done it before, that just shows how much of a power she has over me, even though she doesn't know it. Yet.
I plan on letting her find out.
When the word boyfriend passed her lips that day when we ate, I thought I lost her. I thought I lost every fucking chance I had to make her mine, but when she kissed me back my hopes went fucking high again.
I wanted to punch that Jermaine, or Jadiel, or Jamal-whatever the fuck his name is as soon as I saw him. I never thought she would go for someone like that. The fucker seems fucking useless.
He couldn't even shake my damn hand properly. Weak bitch.
"Maledetto!" Xavier curses. I look at him, eyebrows furrowed as I wait for his next words.
(Fuck!)
He slams his fist on Hunters desk in front of him.
"What did he say?" We both mutter through our teeth. I think my fucking jaw will break if I keep clenching it as hard.
"He's coming, he just landed and has his driver drive him back to the mansion.
" He mutters standing up and pacing back and forth.
This is one of the few times I've seen him this distressed.
But I understand, Avery doesn't know and I don't even want to think of her reaction when she sees her sperm donor in front of her all of a sudden.
"When is he going to be there?" Hunter says in a low voice. I clench my fist. She's going to be upset. I fucking hate when she is, 'cause I can't be the one to comfort her.
I've never fucking had thoughts like this about anyone. She's the only person and she fucking hates me.
"I need to get home and tell the others, " Xavier's ignores his question. I stand up from my seat and follow him out of the office.
......
We follow the muffled voices to the kitchen,
"And then she told me to fuck off!" Zach throws his hands up in the air as he talks to Parker and Ashton, about a girl, I assume.
"Where's Tristan?" Xavier asks, taking a seat by the marbled kitchen island. "Uh, out, I don't know where he just said he was going out." Ashton shrugs.
"Wait dude so she just le-" Parker asks Zach but Xavier cuts him off. "Dad's coming." He just blurts out earning glares from me and Hunter.
He's the oldest not the smartest.
"What?" They all ask quietly. "Yes, he's coming soon." Hunter mumbles.
The guys all just stare at each other and us before standing up and walking upstairs. Three doors slam closed and I know for a fact that this dinner is going to go shit.
Hunter let's out a heavy sigh from beside me and walks out of the kitchen himself.
"Honey I'm home!" Summer's annoyingly high pitched voice echoes through the house. The girl's like a fucking siren. And that's thing to say whenever she enters a house. Every. Fucking. Time.
"Kitchen!" Xavier shouts, taking a seat by the kitchen island and putting his head in his hands. I sit by the table and look at the entrance, waiting for her to walk in.
"Hi, hi, hi!" Summer and Avery squeal as they get into the kitchen holding bags in one hand and ice cream cones in the other.
I look at Avery, only to find her green eyes roaming over my body. A smirk find it's way on my face but I quickly wipe it away once her happy, green eyes find mine and I remember the current situation.
She quickly averts her eyes from mine, when Summer nudges her side.
"I need to tell you something." Xavier says and Avery sets down her bags, on the white floor.
"You're pregnant!" Summer gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth. Avery giggles. That sound is fucking hypnotic.
I look down at the bags my eyes widening slightly when I see the pink stripped one. Victoria's Secret. Why would she be holding a bag like that?
Is she planning on wearing lingerie for that prick? Has she done it already? Did she give him her virginity, did she give it to another guy, we didn't meet?
Is she buying it for herself? Is she touching herself in lingerie?
That would be so hot. I can only imagine her in black lace, her perfect curves and innocent eyes.
The thought alone makes my dress pants tighter around my crotch.
I would love to see that. Her moaning while touching herself or even better me touching her and her moaning my name as I please her like no one else can. A fucking dream.
"What?"Avery's barely there whispers, snaps me out of my perverted thoughts. I shake my head and look into her green eyes.
"Aves, you know he was supposed to be here next week, but he's coming today. I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Xavier, I don't want him here." She says softly, eyes filling with sadness.
I watch intently at her lips moving. I just want to kiss her again.
Her brothers will feel betrayed if they find out what I did. It sounds like a fucking crime the way I put it. But I can't help myself. I can't help the selfish feelings i have for her.
"Principessa, he'll just eat dinner, you don't even have to talk to him." He explains, and she gives him a 'really'-look
"Do I really need to be here?" She gives him puppy dog eyes. I know they won't work on him.
"Avery, I won't say it again, if you ain't here during dinner, you know damn well he's coming back, just so he can see you. Be here for dinner and let's just get it over with." He finishes annoyed.
"Sorry, " she mumbles.
My eyes saty on her figure as she bends down to grab her bags. Her ass within my arms reach. If she would let me touch her I would.
"Change into some dress or something, you know how he is!" Xavier shouts behind the girl's.
......
"Papà" Xavier sighs, stepping forward towards the door.
The tall, tattooed man in front of him, is only a few inches shorter than Xavier, his black suit, fitting him loosely around the arms and tightly around his stomach. His hair is gelled to the side, and a big Scar stretches over his left, thick, dark eyebrow, down his cheek.
"Figlio" Flavio sighs "its a pleasure to see you again." He says, his Italian accent thick.
"Yeah" Xavier says awkwardly, making Flavio dryly laughs and pull him into a hug. I see Xavier stiffen under his grip and I know he's trying to control his range. Fucking hypocrite. He calls them what? Once, every two months?
"Hunter!" Flavio greets his second eldest. "Where's Tristan?" He furrows his eyebrows and looks around. "He's coming soon, Flavio." Hunter responds. The man nods.
He greets his other sons and then walks over to me.
"Aiden."
"Flavio." I say through gritted teeth, looking him dead in the eye. He pulls me in for a hug, as everyone else stay silent watching us.
After a few seconds he pulls away but holds me by my shoulders as he gives me the fakest smile of them all, showing off his white teeth. "Come stai, com'è il buissnes?"(How are you, how's the buissnes?)
"Buono, grande in realtà. " I tell him, looking at Xavier who gives me a satisfied nod. (Good, great actually. )
He nods and pulls away looking around. "Where's my girl?" He asks, as if he cares about my girl.
"Lei è al piano di sopra con Summer, saranno giù a breve, andiamo alla sala da pranzo, nel frattempo.
" Xavier says dryly and Flavio sighs before nodding, making his way through the house and towards the dining room.
(She's upstairs with Summer, getting ready, let's go to the dining room, meanwhile.)
He takes my usual seat, by the end of the table across from Xavier. I look around the table and am statisfied when the seat next to Avery's is empty.
I'll have my girl-even if she doesn't know it yet-close by tonight.