##The truth
Joe
I lower my eyes to take in his expression. Her eyes are red and full of tears, her mouth is so red she looks like she's bitten down real hard, my... This is so close to being over, I know that someday she'll have to deal with the truth, and that will free her from the pain. love he feels for those who claim to be his parents. Emílio Antonelli and Fiorella Delphinne are crooks and have a dirty life with many sordid secrets.
I say with all certainty that when she has to face reality, she will rethink this ridiculous devotion to her parents.
"I need you to tell me, what did you mean by that?" She insists wiping the tears from her eyes.
If she insists.
"Since you insist, bella. You are not your parents' daughter, neither are you, nor your brothers . Do you really think that real parents would consider putting their children with their blood running through their veins in dirty business ? " His shocked expression is fucking painful to me. I'm starting to think I shouldn't have revealed it yet.
"What are you saying?" The disappointment and pain is visible on his face.
"Emilio and Fiorella adopted you and all your siblings, you are the children of their victims."
"This is ridiculous. It doesn't make any sense!" She shakes her head from side to side in denial.
"If you look closely at your registration with the name they gave you, it wasn't registered until two years after you were born. Your real nationality is not English but Polish. Your biological parents were victims of their approach to working delivering the drugs and weapons, they didn't know it was illegal stuff and ended up being murdered when they found out and refused to continue. The same thing with their brothers." I explain.
"Joe... That's mean... What are you implying..." His confusion is obvious, his tears don't stop flowing and I feel unusually strange.
When I see her cry, I feel that I cannot be offended by anything she says, she is sad, crying a lot, I imagine how her fragile and pure heart must be broken by such betrayal by her family. At that moment I know how to react, I pull her small body to me and hug her, stroking her silky hair.
"I'm sorry, but that's the truth." I whisper and after a while she pulls out of my arms.
"It can't be..." She takes her cell phone out of her pocket and dials someone.
"Who are you going to call?" I inquire.
"To Rocco, another friend of mine who you're not jealous of." Say it sharply.
"What do you want with it? What do you need it for?" I take the cell phone from her hand.
"Give me my cell. I need to talk to someone." she asks angrily.
"Think carefully about what you're going to do. Do you want to tell an unreliable person about something like that?" I hand him the phone again and let him choose.
"I don't believe you, Joe. My parents didn't buy me or my brothers. Our bonds are very strong, that wouldn't be possible if we didn't have the same blood."
"I can assure you that yes. I'm not lying, I have no reason to. Maybe you prefer that justice investigate the case more thoroughly, of course, they will take longer than me to find out, but they will, maybe in a few years." I place one of my hands and her shoulder and she shivers. Then rejects my touch.
"You needed to know…" I say softly.
"I have to face my parents. I need them to confess looking me in the eye." She shoots me a challenging look.
"Look at all the evidence I have, you can take it with you." I speak and pull out a folder from inside a drawer.
"Can I be alone for a few minutes? While I read this?" Ask and I just leave the room.
Inside that folder are the signatures of Emílio and Fiorella on authenticated documents kept under lock and key by their dirty scheme, proving the adoption of six children with the same age, gender and nationality. Also including photos of the babies, something that can never be denied by them.
How did I get access to this? Well, I told you, there's nothing in the world I can't do. I have many people loyal to me who work for many possible enemies of mine, who send me information about everything that comes out of control.
My cell phone rings, pulling me out of my boredom. I quickly answer when I see Franco's name stamped on the screen.
"Boss, I bring bad news." His voice is breathy.
"What happened Franco?" I inquire keeping calm.
"Donatello Campbell, son of William Campbell is out of jail and is swearing revenge on you to the four corners of the earth." I let out a husky laugh. I really needed more excitement in my extracurricular activities.
"Well, that's by no means bad news my dear." I exclaim.
"But boss?!" His confused voice makes me laugh.
"Was it about time I exterminated the virus from that bastard's descendants?" I laugh. "You know what to do, don't you? Gather all the necessary information and send it to me." I command.
"Yes sir." Turns off.
I take a deep breath and look up at the cloudy sky. William Campbell killed my mother and I killed him, your son a drug addict son of a bitch who killed two girlfriends after leaving them at the mercy of several men like sex dolls is swearing revenge on me? That's what's beautiful, that's what I like.
Perhaps your anger is more that I destroyed your father's criminal organization, as I did mine, than that I killed the bastard. I left him destitute when I got out of prison, stripped him of all his wealth, burned the money in front of all the men before shooting everyone with my team. Just remembering it makes me feel invigorated.
Maybe I can even give you a taste of thinking you got me. I like that, it gives more emotion to the thing.
Half an hour later, Emília comes out of the living room and finds me in the hall of my house. His expression is one of weariness and disappointment, of pain and suffering. Trying to show me that she's composed, her tears are already dry, but she can't fool me. It's butchered inside.
"I'm going to see my parents." Pronounce low.
"You know they'll try to convince you otherwise." Notice.
"I can handle it. I already know the whole truth."
"I don't think you should go now. Stay a little longer." I speak in an attempt to make her calm down.
"I don't want you to tell me what to do. At least not right now!" Screams angrily. "I won't lose control, I'm not as immature as you think." Defensive murmur.
"Then I'll take you there. If you want I can sort it out for you." I suggest.
"No, this is about me. I need it." He speaks.
"Wait, there's one more thing I need to tell you." I remember when she mentioned her friend Rocco.
"I don't know if I can take any more disappointments for today."
"Do you want to know or not?" I ask.
"But of course."
"Okay. It's quick, your parents are friends with the parents of the girl who forced you to enter my house with blackmail, aren't they?"
"Yes, Úrsula and Rogério Pitanga." She confirms.
"Well then, they're also involved in the dirty schemes, that's how their daughter found out about your parents and blackmailed you. I thought you'd want to know about that." I know it's nothing major, but who knows.
"I knew it! This is all that snake's fault!" she exclaims angrily.
"I believe she helped you to some extent, you see, if she hadn't pranked you to get into my house, you wouldn't have had a chance to free your parents." I say and see her clench her fists, her pulse is high, a high level of adrenaline and anger runs through her veins but she tries to control it.
"And why didn't you want to kill them like you wanted mine?" Inquire.
"They don't have blood on their hands, your parents do. But that was before you, don't worry." She places her hand over her forehead and closes her eyes. "Are you sick?" I ask worried.
"Take me home, please." She asks.
Then I take her hand and lead her in my car to her house, her parents are not there yet, but after almost an hour in the car in silence waiting for them to appear, she sees them and quickly gets out of the car. I'm the same way waiting, she needs it.